Supersonic| Zayn Malik |AU

❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞

Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an illegal street racer, and he wants her, but he's dangerous. He comes tumbling into her life, and everything is suddenly strewn about. What happens when one of Arielle's friends falls for her? What happens when Zayn gets twisted up with the wrong people? It's a story about lust, lies, and a love that develops at supersonic speeds, but suffers dire consequences.

➳ In which he loves nothing more than cars and winning, until he meets her.

WARNING: This story has scenes of violence, mature content, sexual content, drug use/references and foul language, so please read at your own discretion

Started: January 30, 2014
Completed: October 29, 2016



6. Five

  Chapter Five  




I stare up at the streetlight - it's providing me with some light, but it's like I can't shake this feeling of being watched. Why do I feel this way? I'm perfectly fine - I'm safe, and the moon along with the streetlights is providing enough light for me to be able to see across the street towards the park, where various people are sitting on the benches. Maybe it's because of his text message. How did he get my number? I felt reckless and tempestuous for being here. Why'd I feel the need to put my life in danger like this? Because you like him. He's an enigma and you want to know him.


I look at the clock on my cellphone. 11.29. My stomach twists in wicked knots. What do I do? Should I just leave? I have school in the morning, maybe I should just leave and go back to the dorm. The adrenaline that's pumping through my veins is laughing at me, telling me that'll never happen. I stand there and pick at the ribbing on my hoodie.


My ears pick up the sound of a roaring engine and I look up to see that familiar red Nissan speeding down Main. He's swerving around traffic, probably doing double the speed limit. I watch in terror as he drives through a red light. I should leave. I need to leave. But my feet make a move in the opposite direction - towards the curb.


He rapidly parks against the curb directly in front of me. When I look at my phone it's 11:30. He's right on time. He pulls the key out of the ignition and the street is suddenly quiet. I can see several people in the park looking in his direction - in our direction.  He gets out of the car and walks towards me. He's wearing a beige sweater, black ripped up jeans, and brown lace up boots. He's dressed impeccably again, and here I am in jeans and a hoodie.


He runs his fingers through his midnight hair and looks at me. He doesn't say anything, but grabs a packet of cigarettes out of his back pocket and lights one up. I'm intrigued as I watch him blow patterns of smoke into the sky. The street lights make it difficult to see, but it's enough to make my heart race. He takes a step backwards and leans up against the hood of his car. He looks at me and I note that he has the type of face that just screams, baby I was made to break your heart.


"You look good babygirl. I like your hair like that," he uses the stick within his fingers to point towards my hairstyle. I run my fingers along the braid, which I'd forgotten to take out from earlier. I don't say anything, I just look down at my feet in embarrassment. Which ultimately leads to me looking at his laced up boots, and my eyes end up slowly dragging up his body to rest on his doe-like eyes. They look almost black in the night, but I know they're not. I know they're a beautiful caramel, full of life and light, but he looks so dark right now that I nearly take a step back.


"Surprised you showed," he says before he places the stick of venom between his lips and his cheeks hallow out.


"How'd you get my number?" I ignore his statement.


"C'mere," he says. His taps the ashes off his cigarette and gestures for me to move closer. I take a single step, but it's enough to make him within arms distance. He reaches forward with his empty hand and grabs onto a ripped section on my jeans and pulls me towards him.


"Who are you?" I ask, not believing he'll tell me anything truthful.


"Name's Zayn." He looks up at me and staring into his big eyes causes me to take a step forward. I'm basically standing between his knees now as he rests on the hood of his car. He uses his free hand to reach upwards and push my hair to the side. He hums as he rubs his fingers gently along the hickey that he had put there days earlier. He inhales again and blows it past his lips. I almost cough at the smell, as it's totally foreign to my lungs. "Yours?" He asks before sucking in again. I feel his free hand move to rest on the back of my thigh, just below my bottom.


"Arielle. Most people call me Ari." As he exhales I bite my lip to avoid coughing.


"Arielle," he repeats. His accent is thick and it distorts my name, "Well Arielle, that was some dancing there. You could really attract the wrong attention," he scolds me. Who the hell does this guy think he is?


"Well it attracted you, so what exactly does that mean?" I ask.


He chuckles dryly, "touché babygirl." I want to tell him to stop calling my babygirl but I like it.


"So why exactly did you give me this…" I pull the cigarette out of my pocket that he'd given me, "and ask me to meet you here?"


"Because I want you," he answers bluntly.


I'm basically gasping for air. He's got this way of keeping me on the edge of my seat, unsure of what to do or say. Unsure of what he'll do or say. I look around towards the people in the park. "What?"


"Fuck Arielle do I have to spell it out?" He finally makes a move to stand upright. Zayn's now standing in front of me and though I'm almost as tall as him he's suddenly so much more intimidating. It's like his eyes have darkened a shade. He grabs my hip and tugs me towards him. He leaves his one hand on my hip and leans forward. He's the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I know that I sure as hell won't get very far.


I feel sharp pain on my neck once again - in the same spot from a couple of nights ago. "Zayn," I plead with him to stop, but he's sucking, bringing redness to my skin. Everything in my body is telling me to run but at the same time everything in my body is telling me to stay. To kiss him. He places his other hand on my other hip. Zayn trails rough kisses up my neck and across my jawline. I can feel the stubble that covers his chin on my skin, tickling me.


Zayn's hands move from my hips to my behind and he squeezes - at the exact same time he bites the skin on my jawline.


Everything stops. It's almost as if I feel my heart skip a beat - and not in the good way. I shove Zayn off of me. I can see him looking at me in confusion, but I can't concentrate on him.


It's like the air has been knocked out of me. I'm suddenly in a nightmare and I'm running as fast as my feet will take me. Away from him. I can hear Zayn calling my name but my feet won't stop. I'm running as fast as my painfully non athletic legs will carry me, but it doesn't seem to be fast enough and so I push myself harder. I need to run away.


Stop Arielle. My mind is fighting with me, but my feet won't listen.


Ella, I promise. This isn't going to hurt.


The tears are flowing down my cheeks, but I can't stop them. I'm wheezing now and I have to stop. I can't run any farther. My feet somehow manage to carry my heavy body over to the nearest wall. I can see the brick and I turn myself around so I can sit up against it. I'm still wheezing. Wheezing so hard that the road is spinning every which way. I can see a body with onyx hair running towards me frantically, but I can't focus on it.


I try focusing on the moon and how it's full tonight. I can see a fence in front of me, but my eyes can't focus on anything. Everything is just spinning too fast and my head feels too light. My lungs feel shrunken and empty. Why can't I get air? The onyx hair is suddenly leaning in front of me, calling out my name.


"Zayn," I breathe out before my body can't take it anymore and all I see is blackness.



A/N: brb crying because i fucking love bad boy zayn


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