Justin’s POV

We were finally on our way towards London. I’m so excited! We haven’t been back to London in sometime. I think it has been about a year since we’ve last visited, and that was a short visit. We brought Liam and Louis to meet their Naani (it means grandma in Urdu) Trisha, Naana (it means grandpa in Urdu) Yaser, and their aunts; Doniya, Waliyha, and Saffaa. Harry has yet to meet his grandparents and aunts. Zayn was pregnant of him when we last came.

I looked over at my sleeping family. Harry was laid across Zayn’s chest, while Liam and Louis were fast asleep next to their mother. They looked so peaceful; after the whole mob incident I’m happy that they are now safe.

I watched them sleep for a bit longer and then decided to get on my social media accounts to keep myself entertained for a bit. I scrolled through Twitter following a few fans and tweeting at them. I loved seeing how they would react.

As I kept scrolling through my newsfeed and saw some fans post pictures of us when we were at the airport. I could see that in some of the pictures you could see the terrified looks on our boys’ faces. They looked so scared. I kept scrolling and noticed that a fan had posted a picture of Zayn on the floor with our boys crying.

This is not right. Why would they take pictures at such an inappropriate time? Can’t they even give us some privacy? I love my fans, I truly do, but when I’m with my family I would like to have some privacy, if not some space.

At this point I was furious. I know that my fans love me and would love nothing more than to meet me, but I just want some space when I’m with my family.

@JustinBieber: Hi guys! I want to ask for a huge favor from you. I’m sure by now you guys have seen or heard about the little incident that happened while Zayn, the boys, and I were trying to get to the airport. I love you guys, I truly do, but what I don’t love is when my family is being mobbed and I can’t do anything about it. Do you guys know how heartbreaking it was hearing my three boys crying and saying they were scared? And seeing my beautiful wife crying her eyes out too? It’s not something I ever want to relive again. All I’m asking from you guys is to please please give us our space, especially when we are with our boys. I will gladly take pictures and sign autographs, as long as you guys are nice about it. I know that what I’m asking for is a lot, but my family means the world to me, and if I have to stop taking pictures and signing autographs for you guys to give us some space, then so be it.  I love you guys! Xoxo Justin

With that lost thought I pressed tweet. I hope my fans understand and they respect my wishes. I closed out of my Twitter app, and decided to take a short nap before the boys wake up.

I woke up to the sound of soft singing. It was Zayn. I love when she sings to our boys; she has such a beautiful voice. I stayed quiet for a few seconds longer just enjoying my princess’ voice.

“There's nothing like us, there's nothing like you and me, together through the storm.
There's nothing like us, there's nothing like you and me, together, oh”

I love when she sings my songs. She just has such an amazing voice. I listened as she kept singing softly. “Mumma pretty song,” said Harry.

“It’s one of daddy’s old songs. It’s one of my favorite ones.” “Dada?” “Yeah baby, it’s dada’s song.”

“Mumma were go?” “We’re going to London baby.” “Where is?” “London is across the Atlantic ocean. It’s were Naani and Naana live. It’s also where mummy was born,” explained Zayn.

“We see Naani and Naana?” “Yeah baby, we’re going to go visit them while we’re in London, and I’m so excited! I haven’t seen my mum in so long.” I could here the excitement in her voice.

I decided to take this as my cue to let them know I was awake. I stirred around a bit before I opened my eyes. “Morning,” I said.

“Mo’in dada,” said a happy Harry. “Morning baby. How’d you sleep?” asked Zayn. “I slept great. “

I made my way out of my seat and towards my family. I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on my boys’ lips before I pressed a lingering kiss on Zayn’s soft lips. “I love you princess,” I whispered against his lips. “And I love you jaan (it means darling in Urdu),” he whispered back.

I smiled and made my way over so that I could sit next to Zayn. Once I was seated Louis made his way onto my lap. “Daddy are we almost there? Liam and me are bored,” complained Louis.

“I don’t know buddy, but I can ask a flight attendant and see what she says.” I saw Louis nod. I looked over at Liam to see that he was trying to get on to Zayn’s lap. “Have the kids had something for breakfast?” I asked as I helped Liam.

“Yeah, they had some cereal and a bagel. Do you want anything?” I nodded no, “Not yet princess. Maybe later.” Zayn nodded.

“Liam, are you alright buddy?” I asked my three year old. “Daddy want mumma’s milk,” he whined. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you wanted some milk? Come here baby. Harry will you please go sit on daddy’s lap?” “No mumma. My milk.” I reached over for Harry.

Zayn carefully placed a squeamish Harry onto my lap. “No dada. Mumma!” he cried. “Shh baby. Liam is going to nurse for a bit. Once he’s done you can nurse too. Okay?” “No! No! No!” he yelled. “Harry we do not yell,” Zayn stated calmly. “No! No! No!” “Harry. No yelling.” “No! No! No!’’

“Okay that is enough. You will sit in timeout for five minutes. No talking or getting up. Understood?” I asked. He continued to cry, and it hurt. I just wanted to wrap him up in a tight hug, but he needs to learn. I got up and gently placed my crying baby on to one of the empty seats.

“Mumma! Mumma! Mumma!” he cried while making grabby hands at Zayn. “Sorry baby, but daddy and I both asked you not to yell. You need to sit in time out. Okay?”

I stood near Harry making sure that he wouldn’t get up and run towards Zayn. He kicked and screamed for a bit longer, until he realized that he was going to sit there for a bit longer and just gave up and sat still.

I stood and watched as Zayn adjusted himself to accommodate Liam. Once she found a comfortable position she asked Liam to make his way towards here, “Come here love.” Liam made his way onto Zayn’s lap and positioned himself so that he could nurse off of Zayn’s right breast.

I continued to watch as Zayn let out a sigh of content. She must have been aching to get some relief. I looked down at my phone and saw that Harry’s five minutes were up. “Come here baby,” I cooed. I gently picked him up and placed him against my chest.

“Sorry dada.” “Aww babe, all is forgiven. How about you go say sorry to mummy?” I set him onto the floor and patted his diapered covered butt to get him moving. I watched as Harry timidly made his way over towards Zayn.

“Harry sorry mumma.” “Come here love.” I watched as Harry ran towards Harry and threw himself on his mother. I continued to watch as Harry snuggled closer to Zayn seeking her warmth.

“Want some milk baby?” Zayn asked. “Yes pease.” I walked over to them and placed Harry on to Zayn’s lap. Harry made himself comfortable.

“Daddy when are we getting to London? I’m soooooooo bored!” complained my seven year old. “We still have about two hours to go. How about you and I watch a movie on you iPad?” I suggested. Louis huffed put walked over to where I was sitting and sat on my lap.

After about an hour and a half later, a flight attendant came over to us to let us know that we would be landing shortly. Liam and Harry were fast asleep along with Zayn. I didn’t want to wake them up, but we would be landing shortly.

“Princes, babe it’s time to wake up,” I whispered. Zayn slowly opened his eyes and blinked them a couple times to adjust to the light.

“Are we here already?” “Almost. We are about to land.” “Okay, we should get the boys dressed.” I nodded.

We carefully changed Liam and Harry as to not jostle them awake. “Louis, buddy come here. I need to dress you.” “KK Daddy.”

Once all the kids were dressed into their outfits we made sure to pack everything back into our carry-ons. “That seems to be all of it.”

About 20 minutes later we had gotten off of the plane and were now making our way to our rental car that would take us to our hotel. I could tell that Zayn was mentally freaking out about getting to the car. I’m really hoping we don’t have to worry about fans or the paparazzi.”

“Hey. We’ll be alright,” I whispered. I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers. I squeezed his hand reassuring him. He nodded and we continued our walk towards the entrance.

Zayn was carrying a sleeping Harry against his chest, while I carried Liam and held onto Louis hand. As we got closer to the entrance I noticed that there were about 7 photographers and about 25 fans out there. Once they caught sight of us, they let out a screamed out in excitement. I instantly pulled Liam and Louis closer to me.

We made our out of the airport expecting to get mobbed, but we weren’t. The fans stopped screaming. The paparazzi stepped away and gave us some room to walk though.

“Hi Justin!” was heard from my fans. “How are you? How was the flight over?” “Hi guys! I’m doing great actually, the flight was smooth,” I answered. “Hi Louis, how are you babe?” I heard a fan ask Louis.

“Hiiiii I’m fine thank you,” my son answered. “Zayn do you mind taking a picture with us?” asked a hopeful fan.  Zayn looked over at me, silently asking me to take Harry. I placed Liam down and took Harry from Zayn.

After a few more pictures we finally made our way into our rental. “That was…that was bloody fantastic. We didn’t get mobbed, there was no screaming, the kids weren’t scared, and the paparazzi weren’t rude, “ stated a very happy Zayn.

I listened as my boys and Zayn made short conversation. I pulled out my phone and opened my Twitter to type out a quick twee.

@JustinBieber: Hello London! The boys, Zayn, and I have safely landed. We are so excited and happy to be here. I wanted to give out a quick tweet to everyone at the airport. You guys were great. Thank you so much for respecting my family and I. I love you guys!

I quickly pressed the tweet button and closed out of my phone. “Justin. Babe, remember when you took me to The London Eye for our first date all those years ago?” “How could I forget? It’s one of the best days of my life.”  

I looked at Zayn and smiled. I can’t believe it’s been this long since I met her and fell in love with my best friend. I thank God everyday for giving such an incredible blessing.