[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...
"Laugh when you can. Apologize when you should. And let go of what you can't change. Kiss slowly. Play hard. Forgive quickly. Love truly. Take chances. Cry when you're sad. Dance when you're wasted. And stay out later than you should. Forgive. Forget. Love. Give everything and have no regrets. Life is too short to be anything but happy." — Unknown
A/N: final update of the day! y'all are not showing the love in the comments 😭 but I'll post it anyways 😪 I've been super excited for these updates and I've been typing steady so let me know if you appreciate it! Enjoy babes 💕
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Z A Y N
There's a moan when Arielle and myself step into her house and I hear a man's voice coming from somewhere inside the house. "You're so hot," he says lowly and Arielle and I look at one another.
I'm about to ask her what the fuck is going on, but she shushes me and begins to creep around the corner that leads towards her kitchen. If I remember correctly, I've only been in her house once and I only really hung out on her balcony. That was back when I found out Sara had been playing me and so I came here to warn her not to participate in the race that Sanders had caught on to.
I watch Arielle in front of me, cute little ass hidden in short shorts and my t-shirt. I'm assuming she had an extra pair of shorts hidden in her car because she wasn't exactly wearing pants when she left my place.
When the two of us round the corner, we spot a man in the kitchen holding some sort of microwaved food in his hands. I slightly recognize him, but I can't recall his name. I do know that he's Arielle's best friend and roommate, however.
"Chase! What the fuck," Arielle scolds. "I thought you were fucking someone in my kitchen."
Chase, right.
"Excuse me, but this is our kitchen." He places the plate down on the countertop and looks towards a far cabinet in the corner. "You might not wanna' prep there."
Arielle rolls her eyes, and I think hey, sex on the island countertop might not be all that bad.
"You remember Zayn?" She questions Chase as he stuffs his face with whatever it is he's cooked. It doesn't exactly smell very enticing.
"Yeah," he nods his head. "What's up, man?"
"The fuck are you eating?" I joke, "Need to open a fuckin' window in here."
