Deceit

Part 4

   "So! how's vacation?" Nolan asked on the other side of the phone.

   "Listen, this wasn't vacation," still debating telling him the truth or not, "I came to California city for research."

   "California city hm... and research for what?"

   "Research about cars, modified engines, racers, especially the ones that were made and the ones who bought from my dad-"

   "Hailey, have you lost your mind?" He cut me off, "I thought we were over this. Finding your dads killer is not your job! I should've never told you and I should've just sold the company," he sounded regretful.

   "It's too late for should've and could've," I said, "plus I may have found some lead."

   "They're dangerous people, why can't you understand?"

   "I understand that I have to find justice, I at least own him, mom, and myself that much."

   "They wouldn't want you in danger."

   "Nolan, I'll be fine. I'm just letting you know where I am and what I'm doing so if anything happens," I cut myself of, "listen there is race today and I'll be going to Zayn Malik's house afterwards to take photos of his engine and I'll come home after that."

   "Hailey, just be very careful," he sounded upset, "you're the only family I have and I love you very much and I don't want anything happen to you."

   "I love you too Nolan. Wish me luck," and with that I hung up the phone, but at the same time I got message from Harry telling me his by the hotel doors.

   I got into Harrys black Tuscan and buckled my seat belt waiting for him to drive, but the car was still at a stop. I looked over to him and saw him, mouth slightly parted, checking me out. I was dressed like those girls at the races. I was wearing a jean washed crop top, pair of jean material shorts with my black stilettos, my hair pulled messily into a pony tail and classic cat eye, red lips make up. "What can I say, I got the memo this time."

   He didn't say a word nor he looked lustful, instead he turned away seeming ashamed and started driving. Maybe he felt guilty for checking another girl out when his fiancé is dead, I thought. The car was filled with silence, while my head was at war with questions and anxiety.

   "Drop me off somewhere a little farther from the race so that people don't see us together," I said as we got closer to the spot and Harry did as I told him. I got out and had a good look around making sure nobody saw me with him. When I was sure enough, I started walking toward the crowd and find Zayn. As I searched the crowd, I spotted him from a far. Cigarette hanging from his lips and as he breath out, the smoke danced along with the breeze in my direction but it disappeared before it could reach me. He had the same attire: black jacket and black pants and black boots and the car head lights made his black hair glow like a wicked crows feather.

   "Are you a winner tonight?" I asked as I leaned on the lotus next to him.

   Zayn seemed amused by my boldness or my clothes or both. "You bet I am, Hailey."

   "So you remember my name?"

   "How could I forget the girl I'm taking home tonight," he smirked at me. I looked away and gave my attention to the engine. Nothing seemed different from the other night so I'm not sure how this race will be any different from the last. Suddenly I felt him close to me and before I could react his lips creased my cheeks. I turned to face him and with his thumb he creased my lower lip, his brown eyes shimmered in the moonlight as he gazed into mine.

   "ALL RACERS GET IN LINE," our staring contest came to an end by the man of the night with too many chains around his neck.

   "Wait here after the race pretty face," I nodded and he drove away to the line.

   The race started when the girl said 'go' and cars speed away leaving me anxious.

   The time seemed to go slower then usual making me more anxious. I had started tapping my foot, a nervous tick I have develop after so many sleepless nights waiting for the detectives to call and give me news about my fathers case or those nights I stayed at the hospital praying for my mother. Suddenly I heard the commotion of the crowd and I looked up to only find the lotus finishing the race first place. And after him other racers finished but not Harry. What is going on. I swam through the crowd to get in front of the line waiting anxiously and there he was, over the climb and pass the finish line but he finished last. I wanted to ask Harry what have happened but I couldn't risk it. All I saw was him getting out of his car frustrated, slamming the door shut and kicking the dirt while on the other hand Zayn was getting all the attention, all the fame, all the pat in the back, all the congrats and a handful of cash. I looked back at Harry who was already staring at me angrily. was he angry with me? When he started walking toward me I sprinted toward Zayn, I couldn't risk Harry ruining the plan.

   "Eager," Zayn was obviously full of himself, "aren't you?"

   "I got a handsome man, a winner, tonight," I dragged my hand across his chest, "why shouldn't I?"

   Well, he seemed turned on. I don't mean to brag but what can I say; flirting comes easy to me. There were many more girls just like me. With big sculpted boobs and butts and made up faces, all hanging from Zayn's arms and legs but he only seemed interested in me. And there was the silence before the storm.

   "YOU CHEATED MAN!" There comes Harry's blow with full force and pushed Zayn so hard he fell on the ground of dirt and I along with him. And if that wasn't enough, Harry took a fist full of Zayn's collar, pulled him up to slam him against his car in all while cursing at him then Zayn's man swarmed Harry and got him off of Zayn. And I'm still on the ground, stunned of Harry's outburst.

   Harry shuffled off Zayn's men off of him and Zayn took his sweet time to readjust himself.

   "Now look," Zayn looked down at me, "you hurt a sweet, beautiful lady." He reached his arm and helped me off the dirt.

   "I'm sure you'd know how to treat a lady?" Sarcasm laced Harry's tone.

   "Your dead," Zayn dragged his words, "cheating, fiancé would."

   Harry went for it. A nice, customized punch for an animal like Zayn. Not going to lie, I kind of enjoyed it. 

   And there were Zayn's minions again getting Harry off of Zayn, for the second time that night.

   "You know I'm right Styles," Zayn kept mocking, "we all knew who she was and who she did."

   "SHUT YOUR MOUTH," Harry was so angry, the veins in his neck seemed like they were about to burst any second.

   At this moment I wanted to punch Zayn in the face and leave with Harry but I couldn't so I did the next best thing. "Babe, let's just leave," I walked in front of Zayn and whined, catching all his attention, "I'm getting bored."

   He gave Harry one last look and then with his arm around my waist, he lead me to his car. Harry just stood there as everyone else disheveled and went for their cars, he was still standing there, eyeing Zayn, when Zayn and everyone else left the spot. I just hope he shows up for the rest of the plan.

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