[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...
"He wants to say I love you, but keeps it to goodnight because love will mean some falling and she's afraid of heights." — Unknown
A/N: make a guess as to what you think will happen in this chapter according to the name of it!! hint: there are lots of callbacks to supersonic (my baby 😢) in this chapter
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A R I E L L E
With Hayes' hands on my hips and mine wrapped around his neck, we dance to the song slower than the people around us. Hayes makes some joke about the couple being too drunk to the right of us and I laugh, all too sober for this atmosphere.
He leans over to kiss me, something that'd become fairly normal in the two weeks since Zayn ended things with me. It was new, still in the awkward stage, but I knew two things: Hayes is such a gentleman and we are not boyfriend and girlfriend.
More like friends who hang out and happen to kiss and hold hands every once in a while. We haven't been on any dates, we haven't talked about official labels and I've already had the uncomfortable conversation with Hayes where I told him that I'm both not ready for dating and how I don't think I'm good nor right for him and therefore, don't want to date him.
I think he got the message, as blunt as it was.
Although, maybe he didn't because he still does shit like this—kissing and touching me. Not that I mind kissing him, it's just that for me it's not so much about kissing him, it's more about just enjoying the human contact. The person I want to kiss and hold hands with and ride his face is Zayn.
Maybe that was too blunt, but it's the fucking truth.
The man's mouth is something else.
When the song changes, I turn around in Hayes' arms and he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around my waist to press my ass into his crotch. Despite being a bit more reserved than I am when it comes to public displays of affection, Hayes has become a little more forward lately. It's probably my influence, but it's a good thing for him. He shouldn't be so worried about what other people think.
Besides, everyone here is drunk and stoned and really don't give a single fuck about what the people around them are doing.
It was strange to me that Hayes even agreed to come to this party with Chase, Zara and I. I mean, he's a cop and he takes his job super seriously and yet he's here—where the cops will probably be called at some point because everyone will get drunk and rowdy. But I'm glad he seems to be letting loose and having a good time.
