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❝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...
Alternate Title: The One With An Angel And A Devil
"I would rather swim in stormy seas with you, than sail calm waters with anyone else."
— J. Strelou
A/N:
i think some of y'all might be surprised at the events of this chapter, but i'd like to remind you to (perhaps before reading) remind yourselves of not only the history zayn and arielle share, but the way they initially connected :)
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make your guess of what you think the plot of this chapter will be based on the title!
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Z A Y N
Walking up to the front door of Arielle and Chase's house, I hear the sounds of loud music and plenty of conversation. The front porch has been filled with a few Halloween decorations, including two pumpkins and some fake cobwebs.
I had decided to dress as a fallen angel.
I'm shirtless, wearing black jeans and shoes that I've paired with a set of black wings. I'm also wearing a dangling black lightning bolt earring on the ear that hides my freshly inked mountain range tattoo.
It was inspired by recent events. But also, it's a reminder of the time when Arielle dressed as a dark angel and rode me during the last Halloween we spent together.
I'm positive these wings will be annoying as fuck all night, but in all honesty, I believe I'll be too distracted to care about them.
As I enter the house, I notice quite a few people that I don't know. However, I spot several I do. James is dressed as a 1920s looking gangster, and Zara is dressed as some sort of Greek goddess. I also know who Nadia and Jin are, but that's only because I was spying on Arielle. Nadia's dressed as a sexy pirate, and Jin as a firefighter.
I make it a few steps into the house before Chase makes an appearance and I immediately narrow my eyes when I realize what's he's dressed as—me.
He's drawn my neck and hand tattoos on himself, dyed his hair blue, and is dressed in—what appears to be—some clothing I left here before my death. He smiles when he sees my reaction to his costume, "'Ello there, mate."
