[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 are the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told. When everyone else told me I was destined to be a forgotten nymph that nurtured flowers and turn meadows gold, you saw the ichor that resides in me demanded its own throne. You showed me how a love like ours can turn even the darkest, coldest realm into the happiest of homes." — Nikita Gill
A/N:
how is everyone? i miss y'all 🥺 i feel like i've lost a bunch of you and i'm v sad about it 😭
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A R I E L L E
When I wake, there's a blissful ache between my thighs and Zayn is spooning me. His skin is warm against mine, his chest rising and falling as he's deep in sleep. I attempt to slightly roll to see him, but in his sleepy state, he tightens his grip on my body, pulling it closer to his.
I feel him tuck his face into the space at the base of my neck and he exhales, which causes me to relax in his arms. It feels so fucking good to wake up here, with him, with the chaotic world around us finally at a sense of calm.
The last day has been probably the best of my life. Zayn showered me—fucking showered—me with gifts. Small presents that hold so much meaning to me. That tiny car which represents the first moment we ever properly met, especially.
To think of that seems like so long ago. I had so many preconceived notions of who Zayn Malik was before I ever met him. He has such a reputation among our racing peers that makes him seem so different than he actually is. It makes him seem arrogant, like an asshole who jumps from woman to woman without care, selfish. I remember thinking he was basically probably an egotistical jerk.
But he's none of those things. He's creative, and smart, kind, generous, humble, genuine, funny, playful, and he loves me in such a way that he makes me feel like in his eyes, I can do no wrong. He loves me for everything I am—from my foul mouth to the times I'm irrationally angry. He loves me despite the fucking baggage that I come with. Despite Ezra and Vivien.
Despite having a basically adoptive brother as astoundingly annoying as Chase.
The party he threw for me last night was amazing. There was one point during the night when he was off chatting with Chase and I had a moment to talk with Zara. She was the one who told me about how Zayn spent a large portion of the money he earned working with Ezra. He used it on the gifts for me and on the party itself.
