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❝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...
"Do not hold your breath for anyone. Do not wish your lungs be still. It may delay the cracks from spreading, but eventually they will. Sometimes to keep yourself together, you must allow yourself to leave. Even if breaking your own heart is what it takes to let you breathe." — E. H.
A/N: as promised, here's the next chapter! a little bit interesting and chaotic 👀
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Z A Y N
"Well, Zayn, it's your first day on the job, how are you feeling?" It's obvious that Ezra is asking to get under my skin, but it's not like I can call him out on it.
How am I feeling? For starters, I'm fucking pleased that I'm out of prison but that's about the only good thing going in my life at this particular moment. I've been so depressed about the situation—something that I should be thrilled about—that I haven't even bothered to phone or text Nate and let him know that I'm out.
Instead, I went straight home after my unfortunate meeting with Ezra yesterday and nearly lost my shit when I walked into my bedroom and saw the painting Arielle gave for Christmas—the one where she's riding my face. I carefully removed it from my wall, hid it in the depths of my closet and then enjoyed being able to have a shower by myself again. I then smoked a spliff until I was able to fog my memories of touching Arielle in my very own bed and fell asleep still half dressed.
So again, how am I feeling?
Like my entire life has fallen apart. Like I don't have control over anything. I'm a grown man and someone else is controlling my every movement. I can't do anything without wondering if Ezra's watching me. I'm in a constant state of peering over my shoulder and I can't live like this.
I swallow what I'm feeling, answering with, "I just wanna get out on the road."
He purses his lips to hide a smirk, glancing quickly over at Langley who stands on the far side of the room with his arms crossed. I'm not really sure why he needs to be in every fucking room that I'm in and it's annoying as fuck. Add to that, the fact that he beat my ass unprovoked and was the main reason I stayed away from Arielle all that time ago as he sat on my house every day for weeks, it's an understatement to say that I fucking hate the douche.
