[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...
"According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves."
—Unknown
A/N:
this chapter is all over the place, it makes me laugh and happy and idk why i like it the way i do. mayhaps it's the meaning behind it
definitely not safe for ramadan, but i think this entire book is 🫣
also, takes a... turn at the latter part of it and i'm sorry in advance 😁
make your guess of what you think the plot of this chapter will be based on the title!
hope y'all are ready to learn!
enjoy! X
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Z A Y N
We're standing outside a museum. It was Zara's idea to come here, despite Chase's many very vocal reservations about it. However, she insisted we experience something other than partying, so here we are.
Currently, we're waiting for our guide, Alex, to come back and start the tour. We're standing in a group just outside, high up on a hill that overlooks the sea. Everyone else is deep in conversation, but I'm having a hard time focusing because Arielle is a couple steps off the group where she's leaning over the railing as she peers out at the view.
It's so fucking hard to not stare at Arielle like a fucking psychopath. I can't help it, she looks beyond gorgeous in her long white skirt with red polka dots and her red cropped top. The skirt features an opening in the front that reaches just above her knee and has ruffles on either side. The top is off the shoulder, having these small cuffs and with her hair falling down in soft waves against her bare shoulders, it's difficult to tear my eyes off her.
Fuck the view that people pay millions to see when she's standing here looking the way she does.
While everyone else is chatting about some statue out front, facing in the direction of it while discussing what it could be, I wander off. I lift my phone from my pocket and discreetly snap a photo of Arielle as she looks. I can't help it, she looks stunning and with the view behind her, it's right out of a magazine.
