[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...
"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her." — Hozier in Work Song
A/N:
how is everyone? as always, i've missed each of you!!!
i beg for conspiracy theories before shits about to hit the fan too :) pleeeeeaaaaase! 🥺🥺
make a guess as to what you think will happen in this chapter according to the title! 🤔
i also ask that y'all leave lots of comments! encourage me and i might be willing to make this a double update. i wasn't feeling great yesterday and i was exhausted, but pushed through to provide for y'all, so a lil encouragement would be so so appreciated! although, i expect lots of comments and believe wholeheartedly y'all will want chapter 86 after this one :)
as you read this, i would like to mention that i've always maintained that Zarielle's song is Work Song by Hozier :)
cheers! x
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A R I E L L E
"Are you guys almost ready to go?" I ask—slash yell—as I knock on Chase's door for the third time. I'm positive that they're doing something in there, likely fucking, because they're way past late at this point and we have to get out on the road. "Guys!" I raise my voice this time, hitting my knuckles harder against Chase's door.
"We'll be right there! Jesus Christ!" I hear shuffling, along with a loud thump and I pray that I finally got them moving.
"I'm sorry," I apologize to Hayes, even though I really don't think it bothers him. I take a quick glance at myself in the mirror, ensuring my outfit is correct. I'd chosen to wear a padded black leather jacket, some light-wash ripped jeans and a simple white tank. Nothing too over the top, considering we were only going out to dinner.
Zayn and I'd had a conversation a couple days ago, where we'd made the decision that we should take Hayes out for a nice meal. We'd gotten to talking about how—despite the fact that Ezra managed to weasel his way out—we should repay Hayes some thanks for helping us build a case against Ezra and send him to prison. Even if it was only for a short time, it was still so relieving to know he was behind bars.
I understand that a simple dinner honestly isn't close to what we owe him for everything he's done, however, I don't think we could ever pay him back in full. There aren't enough words, gestures, or dollars in the world to do that.
