Zayn’s  POV

I had woken up about 30 minutes ago, so that I could shower, get ready, and have enough time to get last minute things ready. It is now 2:26 a.m. I have gotten little to no sleep.

I just finished packing my bathroom essentials along with my hair and makeup things I would need. Before making my way out of the bathroom I looked myself in the mirror making sure that I looked alright. I decided to wear something comfy, it was going to be a long flight. I decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans, a simple grey shirt, with a tan colored cardigan, and some cute gold sandals. I wore my hair in a messy bun.

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b8/a8/7d/b8a87d670910eafe80654d09f10f213c.jpg (Zayn’s outfit)

Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I quietly made my way back into Justin’s and I’s room. I gently shook my sleeping husbands shoulder as to help wake him up.

“Baby…Babe…Justin you need to get up. Its 2:30 in the morning and we have a flight to get to. Babe…you need to get up. Come on, go take a shower to help waken you up.”

I watched as my husband reluctantly opened his beautiful brown orbs. “Princess it’s too early to be up,” whined my husband.

“Justin. I’m going to give you until the count of three. One…, he didn’t move, two…, Justin if you don’t get up by the time I get to three I will dump ice cold water on you!”

That seemed to have done the trick because he quickly jumped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. “That’s what I thought. Now what are you planning on wearing so that I can lay it out for you while I go get the kids ready.”

I heard the shower running and then Justin saying he wanted to wear a pair of jeans with a plain white t-shirt. I nodded my head and made my way over to his drawers and pulled out a clean pair of his Calvin Klein boxers along with a plain white shirt. I then made my way over to our indoor closet and pulled out a pair of jeans.

http://gossipextra.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/justin_bieber_clothes_miami.jpg (Justin’s outfit)

“Babe. Your clothes are on the bed. I’m going to go get the kids ready. Please hurry we need to get going in like 20 minutes.”

I didn’t wait for Justin to answer. I made my way over to Louis’ rooms first, seeing as he would be the easiest to get ready.

I quietly slipped into his room and walked over to his closet looking for something comfortable for him to wear. Justin and I decided that we would keep the kids in their pajamas and wouldn’t change them until we got closer to our destination, London.

Louis was in a pair of his favorite Spiderman pajamas that he insisted he just had to wear. He said it wouldn’t be fair if people didn’t get to see his cool pj’s. Of course we just couldn’t say no to our baby.

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I decided that Louis would wear a simple pair of Navy shorts, a white polo shirt, and his favorite pair of Sperry’s. That should be something comfortable for him to wear. I made my way around his room packing up late minute things he’d need during the flight; his iPad to watch movies, a few books to keep him entertained, his teddy bear, and his extra clothes into his carry on.

I made my way over to Louis’ bed and carefully carried him out of bed. I felt him start to move around, “Shh baby. Go back to sleep. Mummy’s going to take you downstairs. Shh.” I bounced him a bit more until he was soundly asleep again.

I then made my way downstairs and into our living room where I placed a sleeping Louis on one of the couches. I made sure to cover him with his blanket.

On my way back upstairs I saw that Justin was coming out of our bedroom. “Good morning princess.” He chastely placed a kiss on my lips. “Morning baby.” “Do you need help getting the boys ready?” he asked.

I nodded my head no and instead asked him to carry the remaining luggage downstairs.  Of course he said yes.

Next was Liam. Liam was peacefully sleeping in his big boy bed, something he got right before Harry turned one. I made quick work of packing his iPad, coloring books, and his Woody doll along with his outfit for later. I also made sure to pack a few pull-ups, and lastly his outfit. His outfit was quite similar to Lou’s except he would wear a gray polo shit.

I placed Liam’s carry-on near the door so Justin would see it. I then made my way over to Liam, who was wearing the pajamas Pattie had given him for Christmas last year; they were his Mickey Mouse ones.

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I very gently carried Liam, as to not jostle him, and placed him against my chest. I made sure to grab his comfort blanket, because Lord knows he will be needed that on the flight, and made my way downstairs.

Once downstairs I placed Liam on the couch next to Louis and made sure to cover him too. I once again made my way up the stairs. Man I’m getting my exercise for the day out of the way. Whooo!

Once upstairs I quickly made way into Harry’s room. First things first, pack his diaper bag. I made sure his diaper bag had more than enough diapers to last us for the day. I also packed his wipes, rash cream, and baby powder.

I had already packed his carry-on last night. I placed both his carry-on and his diaper bad near the door so that Justin could take them downstairs.

I gently pulled out a sleeping Harry out of his cot and pulled him towards my chest. I felt Harry begin to stir so I gently bounced him as to get him to fall back asleep. Once I was sure he was asleep I made my way over to the changing table and gently laid him on it. I made quick work of undoing his footie pajamas and his nappy.

http://kiddiescornerdeals.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Carters-Striped-Fire-Truck-Microfleece-Footed-Pajamas-Baby.jpg (Harry’s pajamas)

Once my baby was in a clean nappy I put him back into his nappy. I grabbed Harry’s baby blanket, his dummy, and made my way out of his room.

Right as I was going to make my way out of the room Justin walked in. “Hey babe, got all the bags downstairs?” “Yup. Just need Harry’s.” Justin bent down and picked up both of Harry’s bags and walked along side me.

“Okay babe that seems to be all of it. I’ve got the passports and flight tickets in my bag. We’re ready to go,” said a very excited Justin.

Right then we heard a knock on the door signaling that our ride was here. Justin made his way over to the front door and greeted his security, who would be helping us at the airport.

“Alright. All those bags need to be checked in once we get to the airport. These will be our carry-on’s, so please keep those near us,” said Justin.

The security men slowly nodded and made their way towards our luggage.

“Hey princess. Do think we should pack a snack or something for the kids?” “Already done. I packed a few snacks, Liam and Harry’s sippy cups, and also Louis’ straw cup.”

“Good. Alright we’re ready to go. Let me take Louis into the car first and then I’ll come back for Liam, while you take Harry. Sound good?” I nodded.

I watched as Justin gently picked up a sleeping Louis and carried him towards the car. While I waited for Justin to come back for Liam I did a quick run through of  making sure all the lights were off and the doors were locked.

“Princess, it’s time to go,” whispered Justin. I made my way over to Justin, who was now carrying a sleeping Liam, and we made our way out of the house. I was going to miss being home, but I would much rather be with Justin.

About an hour into our drive, we were finally approaching the LAX. I was starting to get a little nervous. I was hoping and praying that we were not going to be faced with any paparazzi, but as we got closer my wish did not come true.

“Shit. How did they even know we were on our way?” hissed a pissed Justin. “I dunno baby, but how are we going to get the boys in without getting mobbed?” I asked worriedly.

Justin stayed silent for a few seconds. “Justin. There are a lot of them. How are we going to get the boys in there?” I asked worriedly again.

“Mr. Bieber, sir. What would you like us to do? We could take all the luggage in first and then make our way back to help get you guys inside the airport safely,” said Robert.

Justin seemed to think about for a bit more. “No. This is what we are going to do. I’m going to carry both Louis and Liam inside, while Zayn carries Harry. I need you guys to make a barrier around Zayn and I. We need to get inside as fast as possible.” Both bodyguards nodded.

“Alright princess I’m going to get the boys. I need you to stay as close to me as possible,” whispered Justin. I nodded to show him I listened to what he had said.

I watched as Robert and James quickly made their way out of the SUV and closer to our doors. I felt my heart beating really fast as my nerves were getting the best of me. I was freaking the fuck out. I mean I’ve been around paparazzi before, and so have the boys, but this is just scary.

“Mrs. Bieber I need you to get out of the car quickly.” I stared at James as he tried to get my attention. I was frozen in place. “Mrs. Bieber! Please. You need to hurry.” I nodded my head and made my way out of the car. I made sure to keep Harry pressed as close to me as possible.

That’s when the shouting began.

“Zayn! Justin!” “Zayn is it true you’re pregnant?!’’ That immediately made me look up. Did I look pregnant? I mean I know I’ve gained a few pounds, but is it that noticeable?

“Babe ignore them,” whispered Justin. I nodded and looked down again.

“Mumma. Scary,” whimpered my baby. I pressed Harry even closer to me. I looked over at Justin to see that was trying to calm Louis and Liam. The noise of the yelling paparazzi and fans woke them.

“Justin I love you!” “Justin!” “Justin over here!”

I kept hearing the shouting of my husband’s name, but honestly I did not care. All that I cared about was getting my boys inside, where it’s safe and away from all of this.

“No touch! No touch!” screamed a terrified Liam. I looked over at Liam to see that he was being grabbed. “No touch! Mumma!” he wailed.

“Justin get us inside now!” I yelled.

Robert and James tried to get us in the airport as fast as possible. About a minute later we were finally inside.

“Mumma! Mumma! Mumma!” all three of my babies cried. I instantly ran towards my boys. “Give them to me Justin.” “Babe…” “Give them to me!” I cried.

Once Justin handed Liam and Louis over to me I fell to the ground with all my babies. I hugged them tight and brought them as close to me as humanly possible. “Mumma!” my boys kept crying.

“Shh babies. Mumma’s got you. Shh. You guys are safe now. Shh.” I rocked them back and forth. “Shh.”

“Babe. Are the boys okay?” “Don’t. Just don’t. Please just let me calm them down. Just…please,” I silently cried.

Justin looked at me with hurt filled eyes. “Babe. I’m…I’m-“ “Justin please,” I begged. He nodded and walked away giving me some time with the boys.

This is getting fucking ridiculous. Why can’t they leave us alone for once! I felt the angry filled tears rolling down my face.

Justin POV

This is just fucking great. What a perfect way to start the tour. I turned back and looked at my beautiful wife and kids. My whole world was sat on the floor crying.

I’ve never seen Zayn react like this.

It hurts. I want to be over with them to console them, but Zayn won’t have any of that. I understand she’s upset, but they’re my sons’ too.

After about 10 minutes I slowly made my way over towards Zayn and the boys. I noticed that the boys had fallen asleep. As I got closer I could see the tear streaks running down their chubby little cheeks, and that absolutely broke my heart. I looked at Zayn and silently asked if it was okay for me to be with them, she nodded. I slowly slid to the floor so that I was now sitting next to princess.

“Justin, I am so so sorry babe. I didn’t mean to mean to be rude. I was just…I was just worried about getting the boys to calm down, and and…” “Shh princess. I get it. You were worried about the boys.” “I was, but that’s still no excuse for me to act rude.”

I leaned over and pressed a kiss onto Zayn’s cheek. “All is forgiven princess.” We stayed sitting down for a bit longer until our flight was called.

“Come on babe. London awaits!” I excitedly whispered.