[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...
"They ask me how I love you and I say in pages, in novels, in volumes. I love you like my favourite story—the one that I wake up to every day and watch unfold. And I don't know how it ends, but I know your name is already written in the chapters of my life that I have yet to live."
— Unknown
A/N:
last update of the week!
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
Today is a big day for me.
It's the day of my retirement—the last illegal street race I will ever partake in.
It's also Arielle's last race that she'll attend. She decided to retire without doing another race, however, she'll be sitting in the passenger's seat of my Camaro as I drive. She'll be cheering me on from right beside me.
It's going to be hard as fuck to concentrate, though. Arielle chose to wear the leather pants she bought in Greece—the ones that are not only skin tight, but have the lace up pattern up the sides, exposing beautiful tattooed skin that I'm acutely aware aren't covered by any sort of knickers. She's also adorning one of my band tees, which I think is her way of proving to everyone else that she's taken.
Arielle and I made the decision a few weeks ago that it's time to grow up and become regular adults, working regular jobs. I think we've both had more than enough of our fair share of danger and adrenaline. We've both gotten to this state where I believe we know we're entering a new phase in life and we don't want to be up at night, worrying about the future or our safety.
After everything we both went through with Ezra, Lieutenant Dickwad, QuickDraw, prison, and rival drivers, I think it's safe to say we've had enough. These last few months that we've been reunited—for good—has made me realize how wonderful our life can be together without other people constantly interfering.
Arielle was the first of us to go off and look for a job. She ended up scoring an interview where she succeeded in getting the job. She's now doing schooling to become an auto electrician. Basically, she'll be responsible for inspecting, repairing, and maintaining anything and everything on vehicles that is electrical—shit like headlights, the alarm system, circuit boards, and the dashboard warning lights.
