The Ride Of My Life - Book 3

Epilogue

The ride to the hospital was extremely quiet. I was almost fuming, both at my parents and because Zayn seemed like he could hardly care. Did he not understand how much of a big deal this was? My parents pretty much want to disown me now all because of Zayn and hell, they even like him. So what he's done terrible things? Fuck the family name.

"Blondie, come on," he huffs out as he places his hand on my thigh - giving it a small squeeze making me flinch.

"Don't talk to me." I get out, shaking my head as I move his hand off of my lap - trying desperately to concentrate on the road.

"I do care." He gets out with a small sigh.

"No you don't." I grunt, staring down the car in front of me. "It doesn't affect you Zayn. Why would you care?"

"Because it obviously affects you." He huffs as he places his hand on my thigh once more, making me scoff, shaking my head.

"Why won't they just... Accept us Zayn? That's all I want." I huff, my lip bitten.

"I think they sort of do - I mean, even your mother said we look like we're in love with each other." He explains.

"Yeah I know but I can't ruin the family name by being with you." I huff, frowning to myself.

"Okay Blondie, I'm going to be brutally honest." He sighs and I knew this wasn't going to end happily. "You can't expect your father and your mother who are undoubtedly successful... To just accept me into open arms. I know you like to avoid hearing about me at work and you ignore the articles and news reports about me but they do come out pretty often. People know who I am, people know who your parents are. Blondie, you can't mix us together." He says with a small huff.

"You know what?" I huff. "If I had a child and they wanted to date the worst bloody person in the entire country, I'd let them as long as they're safe and happy."

"Well your parents obviously have a different outlook on that," he breathes, "but they do love you Niall. That's obvious." He explains.

"All I'll ever want is you Zayn." I mutter out, glancing up at him.

"And I'll ever want is you. But nothing's perfect." He sighs.

"Obviously not." I murmur out and then here we go again, back to the silence.

"Look, we have each other Blondie. We've gone a long time without their approval." He gets out, riding up my thigh making me flinch to myself.

"Whatever." I mutter, earning a small chuckle.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn Blondie?" He asks with a sigh.

"Why do you have to be such a dick, all the time Teddy?" I hit back, glancing over to see his eyes more than amused.

"I'm not being a dick." He says, holding in a laugh and I scoff to myself.

"You're laughing right now." I grunt.

"Laughing? I'm enjoying life." He gets out, finally releasing a chuckle.

"No you're laughing at me because you're a dick." I muster out, turning into his direction to glare once more.

"But you're so cute when you're angry and-"

"And that makes you even more of a dick." I grunt. "This is a massive problem for me Zayn and the fact the only thing you can do is laugh, is really dicky." My hands squeeze the wheel and I turn down a couple of side streets to get to the main.

"Blondie, lighten up." He sighs as he gives my thigh a squeeze.

"Get off me, pervert." I grunt, moving my thigh to the side. He lets out another chuckle as he sits himself back into his seat properly and at this point, I had enough.