☠ Chapter Nine ☠
➳ ARIELLE'S POV
Street lights have become a blur. The sound of squealing tires and fast engines are the only sounds that my ears can pick up. My heart is wildly racing in my chest out of excitement.
It's been minutes of this. How many minutes I'm not sure. All I know is that Zayn is gripping the steering wheel, driving erratically. He's rounding corners rapidly, jerking on the wheel every which way, shifting the gears up and down on the car. Zayn is so focused, so enraptured as he drives.
As I watch him drive I can't help but think that maybe he was born to do this. I know that it's illegal, I know that it's wrong, but for some reason I can't imagine him doing anything else but sit behind the leather wheel of a beautiful car, driving it to victory. He doesn't just drive this car, he owns this car - almost as if he's been doing this since the day he was old enough to touch the gas pedal. And he's good at it. He's great at it.
I take a glimpse in the mirror and see a familiar orange car behind us. Zayn pretty much took the lead at the beginning of the race, and he'd held the lead since he'd taken it, but this car was tenaciously right behind us.
Zayn takes us around another corner and we're back on the street where we started the race. The same woman who waved her shirt in the air at the start of the race is standing on the side of the road, still waving her shirt signalling the finish line. Zayn's car continues it's fast-paced speed until we fly past the finish line and suddenly he's on the brakes. He jerks the wheel to the left and the entire back end of the car whips so that we pull a complete 180 degree turn. We now sit facing the finish line we've just crossed.
Zayn unbuckles his seatbelt and exits the car. I unbuckle mine and sit there, unsure if I should follow or not. When Zayn takes a few steps away from the car, he turns and looks at me and waves me over. I sit up in my seat and grab my purse. Zayn opens my door and grabs me by the waist.
A massive crowd has amassed in the streets. Suddenly it's like there's twenty or thirty cars all gathered together. Hoards of men are standing around their cars, lighting up cigarettes, pulling out bottles of liquor, and hitting on every woman - single or not.
Zayn's hand is still snaked protectively around my waist, keeping me tight to his side. I notice a few wandering eyes head in my direction. Zayn notices this too and he glares down the other men in the area, and his grip tightens around my waist.
He walks me up to a group of men and he doesn't say anything. I can hear two of the men talking about something. I think it's about cars, but I don't understand what exactly they're saying. It kind of sounds like they're talking about engines, but I lose interest too quickly and tune them out.
I look around at the crowd, and I can't help but notice that a lot of the people around us have this certain look to them that makes me feel oddly uncomfortable. I don't mean to make assumptions about people by their appearance, but I can't help it. There's one man leaning up against the hood of his car - he has tattoos covering every square inch of his arms, chest, and neck that's visible. He has several tattoos on his face as well. He sees me looking at him and he slyly smiles, revealing a mouth of gold. I have to avert my eyes. I feel a wave of uneasiness wash over me. When I look back at Zayn his big brown Bambi eyes look down at me and the uneasiness passes.
I look back at the crowd and finally notice Louis and Zoe. I place my hand on Zayn's chest and he looks down at me, "I'm going to go see Zoe." His eyebrows come together, darkening his eyes a shade. He stares in the direction of Louis and Zoe for a moment, almost as if he's debating whether or not to let me go. After a few moments he gives me one quick little nod.
I leave his side and slowly begin making my way towards Louis and Zoe. I have to push past a few people that I pass. I receive many unwanted glances, and by the time I'm halfway to Louis' car I'm using my crossed arms to cover the exposed flesh of my chest. I find myself looking down at my feet to avoid the lustful stares.
Suddenly I bump into someone, "oh I'm sorry, excuse me." I mutter and try to push past the stranger without looking.
"Arielle?" A deep and familiar raspy voice calls my name from behind me.
I turn to look at the stranger I bumped into. I notice the familiar tight brown curls, jade eyes, and pink lips curled into a smirk looking back at me. "Harry," I say his name awkwardly as I stop and turn to face him. The last person I wanted to see. The last person I expected to ever run into.
Harry takes a step towards me and stuffs his hands into his tight black jeans. "How are you?" He asks, coming much too close to my personal space. He was always like this - he never really knew the boundaries of another person's space. He never noticed how coming so close to certain people made them really uncomfortable.
"I’m good," I answer vaguely. "What are you doing here?" I ask, wondering what he's even doing in this state. This was exactly why I moved here from my city in Minnesota - I didn't want to have awkward run-ins with people that I'd already been… acquainted with.
Harry scratches the back of his head, "I uh, I moved here to go to school, decided to leave school but stay here." He smiles at me, "you're looking good. Your dark hair is really sexy." He reaches forward and grabs a stray piece of hair, twisting it within his fingers. I flinch away from his touch. Silence succumbs us for a moment. "How'd you end up here?" He asks.
"Oh, I'm going to Le Cordon," I respond meekly. "Look, I have to go, I'm sorry I-" I begin to walk away but Harry grabs my wrist lightly before I can get away. I whip around in his grip quickly.
"Do you think we could go back to our," Harry lowers his voice, "previous arrangement?" Harry is just inches from my face. I feel his breath fanning across my cheeks.
"Harry I-" I begin.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I hear Zayn growl from behind Harry. "Get your fucking hands off of my girl mate." Zayn grabs Harry by the back of his collar and shoves him away from me.
Harry quickly recovers and stands his ground, towering over Zayn. "Look mate I'm not looking for trouble." Harry raises his hands in defence.
Without delay Zayn finds his place protectively by my side. "Are you okay babygirl?" He whispers so Harry can't hear.
I nod my head, "he's just someone I knew back in high school."
Zayn towers over me, "okay, good." He turns to Harry, squaring his shoulders in an intimidation trick. "Now who the fuck are you?"
Harry awkwardly stands there. I pray that he doesn't say what I've been desperately trying to keep from everyone since I moved here months ago. "Harry, who the fuck are you?"
"You need to leave her alone you prick"
Harry chuckles humourlessly, "you can't tell me what to do. If I want to see Arielle, I will see her."
I can see Zayn stiffen beside me, squaring his shoulders even further. "No, you won't." Zayn growls.
Harry steps forward so that he's inches from Zayn's face, "trust me. I've already seen her." He smirks wickedly and stares at my breasts.
"You're on thin ice," Zayn says quietly, attempting to calm his temper.
"You see…" Harry begins, walking a step closer. I swallow and I feel like it's so loud that everyone can hear me. "I've already seen Arielle naked and sweaty. I've already made her come… multiple times. She's ace at giving head." Harry's voice is low, and almost predatory. His eyes never move from mine as he drags out each and every word.
It happens too quickly for me to even take in what happens. I hear a loud crack as Zayn's fist pounds into Harry's face. Harry falls onto the concrete but that doesn't stop Zayn. He's straddling Harry, pounding his face repeatedly with his fist. I hear noises of cracking, smacking, of Harry crying out in pain. Harry's defenseless against Zayn and so he just lays there, trying his best to stop Zayn from breaking his face.
Everyone begins running, and at first I figure it's because of Zayn and Harry's confrontation. But then my ears pick up the faintest sounds of sirens approaching. I look at Zayn who's still pounding Harry. I charge forward and grab Zayn's shoulders, trying my best to pull him off of Harry. I have to dodge Zayn's elbow as his arm swings back.
"Zayn! Zayn!" I yell at him, "we have to go! Stop!"
Something snaps inside of him and he realizes that we need to leave… now. Zayn stands from Harry and begins running to the car. I get down on my knees and check that Harry's okay - that he's still breathing. He's lying helpless on the concrete, "I’m sorry," I whisper to him.
Harry looks at me, through a swollen eye, but he doesn't say anything. I watch his lips as they curl into a smirk. "Arielle!" Zayn's voice booms from behind me. The sirens are really loud now and when I look up I see two police cars approaching, "now!" He yells.
I run back to his car as fast as my legs will carry me. Within seconds his car purrs to life and he's on the gas as I'm trying to buckle myself into my seat. Zayn makes a few quick maneuvers and after a few corners we're at my school. "Get out, now!" He yells at me. I quickly unbuckle myself and open my door.
"Wait!" He says and I turn to look at him. He reaches for me and presses his lips roughly to mine. After a few moments he pulls away, and I hear the sirens approaching us. "Okay, okay, I need to go! Get out of sight!"
I get out of the car and close the door and run across the campus until I reach a tree. I hide behind the tree and watch Zayn as he shifts the car into gear.
But it's too late.
The police car approaches his car and the siren wails. Zayn's car doesn't move. In fact, he shuts the engine off. I watch the police officer as she approaches the car. I hear her ask him to step out of the vehicle and he complies.
The officer then proceeds to place him in handcuffs and put him in the back of her cruiser.
A/N: heyo it's 2 fucking am and I'm really tired but I really needed to write this chapter idk.