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



18. Seventeen

 Chapter Seventeen   



"Oh babygirl, please," I say cockily, raising my eyebrows. I put my arms into my tuxedo coat, pulling it onto my shoulders. I do up the top button on my shirt and grab my bowtie. As I place the bowtie around my neck, Arielle fixes the hem of her dress again. She looks at herself in the mirror - her skin is a flustered pink colour. She turns and her beautiful green eyes look me up and down. 


"Here, let me." She says as she realizes that I'm struggling to tie my own tie. She takes a few steps forward and delicately grabs the bow between her fingers, tying it effortlessly. 


When she's done she pats my chest, "there. Done." Her lips curl into a smile. She reaches for my hand. I turn towards the bathroom door and carefully pull it open. 


I turn to face Arielle, who's standing there picking at the skin around her nails. "Look's like the coast is clear," I say. She doesn't look up at me, or say anything, she just walks towards me and steps around my body.


We both exit the bathroom without catching people's attention, but she turns to walk away from me. I grab her arm, "where are you going babygirl?"


She doesn't look at my eyes, she stares at my tie, "getting a drink." With that, she walks away towards the bar. What's wrong with her? I stand there and watch her as she saunters over to the bar and orders a soda.  I hear someone clearing their throat behind me, and I turn. 


"Langley, what are you doing here?" My voice is low. My eyes scan the crowd, and I spot Arielle across the room with her soda in her hand.


"I think you know what I’m doing here Zayn," he says. 


I shuffle and run my hands through my hair. "Sullivan needs you to deliver."


"Well tell Sullivan that it's coming. I'm just a little behind schedule," I growl. How dare he come here now and do this?


Langley takes a step further until he's just a few inches from my face, "Sullivan isn't a patient man Zayn. He doesn't work around your schedule."


I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, "fine. Fine. Tell him I'll have it to him sometime tomorrow."


"Hey baby, who's this?" I hear Arielle's voice from behind me. She appears at my side and interlocks our arms. Langley backs away and I share an intense moment with him, while we all stand there in silence for a moment. "Did I interrupt something?" Arielle asks. She cradles her glass of soda within her small hands. 


Langley stands forward and places his hand out towards Arielle, "Ryder," he introduces himself, lying. 


"Ryder," she says aloud as she shakes his hand, "Arielle."


"Where has Zayn been hiding you?" Langley asks, eyeing up her body. He flashes me a crooked smile. 


Arielle giggles lightly. "Are you here as a friend of the bride or the groom?" She eyes up his clothing skeptically, noticing the black jeans and leather jacket he's wearing.


Langley stares stone-faced for a moment. "Arielle, he's an old friend," I lie as I snake my arm protectively around her waist.


"Yes, an old friend," Langley says awkwardly.


The sound system has a brief moment of silence as the DJ chooses the next song. My eyes scan over the room until they fall on Louis. When he turns, he sees me staring at him and he stiffens when he sees who's standing in front of me. He immediately makes his way over. 


"Louis!" Arielle greets. Louis forces a small smile in her direction.


"Hello mate," Louis says as he steps towards us and looks in Langley's direction. "I didn't know you'd be making an appearance," Louis says awkwardly as he stares in my direction. I give him a warning glare.


"I didn't know you knew Ryder," Arielle says to Louis.


"Ryder," Louis says the name out loud and laughs lightly. "We've met once or twice. Look, Ari I came to ask you to dance with me." 


My eyes shoot open wide. But when he looks at me his eyes are like daggers in my skin. I know that he's only doing this to get Arielle away from Langley and so I nod my head, thanking him. "Do you mind?" Arielle asks as she looks up at me.


"No, of course not babygirl," I look down at her and she hands me her soda. She stands on her tippy toes and places a kiss to my lips. Louis puts his arm out and she grabs it lightly as he leads her to the dance floor. I watch them step onto the dance floor and he carefully places his hands very awkwardly on her, very obviously trying to touch as little of her as possible. It's hard not to seethe knowing that his hands are on her body, where mine were just placed mere minutes ago. 


"Ryder, really?" I say to Langley.


"An old friend, Zayn, really? Now how exactly do you plan to explain your way out of that one when she asks about me later?" 


"I will figure it out," I say venomously, "now you need to leave. And never bother me again like this. Not when she's around." 


"Well then do your fucking job Zayn and we won't have confrontations like this. Sullivan will be expecting the delivery tomorrow. If it's not there sometime tomorrow you can deal with him," Langley says before turning around and walking away from me. 


I take a few deep breaths and watch Arielle with Louis on the dance floor. She looks awkward and still upset. Louis looks just as awkward as she. When Arielle realizes I'm watching she looks up and her and Louis break. She walks over to me. 


I look over her shoulder to give Louis a quick glance but he's distracted by a girl with long blonde hair. Louis looks stiff and uncomfortable as she talks to him. When they both turn I feel all of the blood drain from my face. It's Kit. 


She turns in my direction and notices Arielle and I. She begins walking towards me and I stomp around Arielle until Kit and I are right in front of each other. "Are you fucking serious?" Arielle asks as she rushes to my side. 


"What the hell are you doing here, Kit?" I ask. She fucking grins at me with adoration.


"Oh, well I'm a dear friend of the groom," she smirks wickedly. I assume she fucked him once. 


"I thought I made it clear that you need to stay away from me, and Arielle," I growl, protectively wrapping my arm around her waist again. Arielle leans into me.


"So what? Am I just supposed to not attend a dear friends' wedding?" She asks.


"Oh please." Arielle says.


"Jealous of something sweetie?" Kit asks, tauntingly.


"What the hell do I have to be jealous about?" 


"Isn't it obvious?" Kit asks, looking directly at me and smirking again. 


"Aw," Arielle coos, "it's cute that you actually think people are jealous of you. We just don't like you. If you'd look pathetic up in the dictionary I'm sure you'd find one of your many selfies."


"Do you wake up with bitch all over your face Arielle, or is it just the makeup you're using?" Kit snaps.


"Y'know…" Arielle starts as she steps away from me and towards Kit, "whenever we run into each other I just really feel the need to punch you right in your fucking face, but then I remember that every single morning when you roll off your one night stand you have to look in a mirror, and that's punishment enough."


"Oh so we're starting with whore jokes now?" Kit says, jutting her hip out.


"Well I mean some would compare you to a fridge… y'know because everyone puts their meat in you," Arielle sucks air through her teeth after she utters the words.


"No, honey, but your boyfriend did."


I watch Arielle's fists ball up. Kit has officially cracked Arielle's composure, rendering Arielle speechless. I take a step forward and stand in front of her.


"You need to leave, now." I say to Kit. She looks up at me, silent. "Before we feel the need to make a scene." I growl.


Kit looks at me with scared eyes before looking at Arielle with hatred. Kit just takes a big frustrated breath before turning around and walking away from us both. 


I turn to Arielle and wrap my arms around her, "so much for no drama." I repeat the words she uttered to me last week and she laughs lightly.





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