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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...
"An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break."
— Ancient Chinese Proverb
A/N:
another surprise from me — a double update this week! 🫣
give it some love pls! 🥹 i've been working my butt off lately, so that bit of appreciation would go very far with me 🫶🏼
make your guess of what you think the plot of this chapter will be based on the title!
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A R I E L L E
Today's plans include something called a SeaTrek—it's a cool sort of excursion where we get to walk underwater together while observing the various things that are sunken into the sand.
It was Zayn's idea. I never even knew shit like this existed, but I've been excited about it ever since he told me. I'm a little nervous too because I'm worried about how it'll feel having the helmet on and the way it will limit my movement, but knowing that Zayn is here to do it with me is helping reduce the anxiety.
When we first arrived at the area where you do it, they started rambling off a series of safety protocols. They've even made us sign some sort of paperwork that I assume protects them if shit hits the fan. I don't really see how it could, but I guess anything could happen.
The safety shit lasts longer than I anticipated. We've probably been standing here for fifteen minutes before someone walks around and requests each person's size for a pair of water shoes and giving them to us to put on.
I think it's another safety thing, considering we'll be walking on the base of the ocean. It's not a deep drop, but there's really no telling what could be between the grains of sand.
Eventually, the employee is finally done spouting off safety protocols and Zayn grabs my hand in excitement. He's been raving about doing this all morning, so I know he's been looking forward to doing it ever since he decided to come. Which only makes me more happy that I agreed to join him when he invited me to come to Anguilla.
I mean, it was really no decision. The second he asked me, I knew I wanted to go. Wherever he is, is where I want to be. He's my best friend. I love spending time with him—no matter how uneventful it may be.
