[COMPLETED]
❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞
In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne is an illegal street racer, just like Zayn Malik. Zayn's egotistical, flirty, and a major p...
"You told him you love the rain and now he never sleeps during storms. Not because he's afraid of them, but because they remind him of you." — m. m. s.
A/N:
surprise! another update so soon! 🥰
I was nervous about writing this chapter, but I think I like how it ended up turning out :)
make a pre-chapter guess as to what you think this chapter will be about based on the title of it!
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A R I E L L E
"Did I tell you that you look really fit tonight?" James questions from beside me, squeezing my hand in his. I can feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down and so, I turn to meet his stare.
"Maybe once or twice," I tease, both of us aware that he's said it probably half a dozen times, like a broken fucking record.
He rings the doorbell and I peek down at what I'm wearing again. I chose to wear a lace bodysuit, form-fitting jeans and my usual leather jacket. It didn't seem over the top, but the way James keeps commenting on it makes me wonder.
Whatever, I couldn't care less.
When the front door opens, we're greeted with somebody that I don't know. James clearly knows him, however, as he greets the man with his name. "Khalil, this is Arielle, my girlfriend."
I extend my hand as he does the same. "Just Ari's fine," I inform him. There's only two people that call me by my full name—a thought I'd rather not think about right now.
After that event and seeing Zayn, I'd rather forget everything that happened that night. That night was difficult for James and I. He was so patient with me, but I was a fucking mess and it caused me to distance myself from him for about a week. That is, until he insisted that no matter how hard I pushed him away for stupid shit like feelings, he wasn't going anywhere.
"It's nice to meet you. C'mon in, guys." He takes a step back, allowing us to enter his home.
The music becomes louder, booming around in the space. When I enter, the first thing I notice is the tile flooring, which is only making the music echo at a louder volume.
