Race To The Finish || z.m.

14

"Is it okay if we make a quick stop at my place? I'll just quickly change into something more appropriate. I wasn't originally planning on attending." I gestured looking down at my tank top and sweatpants as Zayn and I stepped out of the house.

Zayn had managed to look pretty hot in just a pair of dark skinny jeans and an unbuttoned red and black plaid shirt over a white t-shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his inked arms. His hair was styled up and pushed back. I noticed he had also gotten a trim. Whereas standing in front him, I looked like complete trash. I never was one to care too much about my appearance, but Zayn was totally making me feel low about myself at the moment.

"No problem." he nodded and went towards the garage to retrieve his own car while I went over to my own. I decided to drop my car at my place and go to the party in Zayn's.

We both pulled out of the driveway and headed to my place, with Zayn following me closely behind.

Fifteen minutes late we arrived in front of my house. I quickly pulled into the driveway while Zayn waited for me on the side of the road. I ran into my house and sped to my room, dashing straight towards the closet.

I quickly grabbed a short grey dress which was casual and just right for the occasion. I swiftly stripped down from my clothes and slipped on the dress. I ran my hands a couple of times through my hair and decided to apply only a little bit of makeup. Wanting to look just as decent but not too worked up as Zayn, I felt the need to put a little bit more effort in getting ready. And maybe also because I wanted to kind of impress him. As I finished up adding the final touches to my smoky eye makeup, I rummaged through my accessories and slid on some bracelets that went well with my dress. Lastly I changed into some boots and with one last look in the mirror, I was again heading out towards the front.

I pulled the door open on the passenger side of Zayn's car and slipped inside. "Sorry I took so long." I sighed.

"That was pretty fast judging upon how well you cleaned up." he smirked with his eyes scanning me up and down, but his gaze lingered a moment longer at my exposed legs.

"Thanks." I smiled back feeling triumph for already impressing him.

Zayn twisted the key which was already set in the ignition, making the car come to life. His hand moved from the key and down to curve around my thigh, giving it a slight squeeze as he began to drive. I noticed his fingers were adorned with some rings which were thin and wide covering most of the lower ends of his digits.

Shit. I didn't think it was possible for his fingers to look even more attractive than they already were.

My hand rested on top of his as I looked out the window watching the houses on the road pass by. I felt his hand move up higher which made me shoot an amused look at him.

"Don't like it babe?" he teased with his eyes on the road but he momentarily looked at me.

"I never said that." I played along.

"Then don't mind me." he chuckled as he gave me another firm squeeze.

The rest of the drive was silent but it wasn't awkward. The hum of the radio was the only commotion in the car which entertained us throughout the ride. Soon after we reached at Ian's, who was one of Daniel's old pals.

The front yard of the house was littered with people and actual trash such as red cups and wrappers of different kinds. The muffled pounding of the loud music which was blaring from inside the house could be clearly heard. Once Zayn found a place to park, which was a few meters away from the house, I pulled out of the car. I stood by the car watching the scene until I felt Zayn's hand rest on my lower back.