Supersonic| Zayn Malik |AU

// "Death is inevitable, it's a promise made to us at birth." // Arielle is a regular university student, until she meets Zayn. Zayn’s an illegal street racer, and he wants her, but he’s dangerous and that scares Arielle. 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, drug use, mature content, sexual content, and foul language. ||| CAN BE FOUND ON WATTPAD WHERE IT'S UPDATED REGULARLY


32. Thirty-One

☠ Chapter Thirty-One ☠


"Zayn?" I call out his name, but receive no response. I patter along the hallway flooring, feeling a little bit worried. Where is he? When I look into the bedroom, it's undisturbed. I check the adjoined ensuite bathroom, but it's empty as well. I quickly check the art room and am disappointed that he isn't there either.

I head to the only other place he could be - the garage. As I step closer to the stairs going down to the garage I hear noises. I can hear heavy breathing and thumping noises. What is going on? My mind races with thoughts of what he could be doing, and for some reason a little bit of terror rises within me.

And I know the reason for that. It's because I don't know what he does. What if he screwed up when he was in a race, and ended up flipping his car? I know he knows what he's doing, but everything else is so unpredictable - the weather, the other cars, pedestrians, everything. He can't control the uncontrollable.

Or what if he got caught up with the wrong type of crowd? Would they hurt him? Would they kill him? Terror causes my heart to start beating uncontrollably, and I run down the stairs as fast as my feet will carry me.

When I open the door to the garage I find Zayn . . . and relief washes over me.

Zayn bounces lightly on his feet a few times before his right arm swings forward and slams into the heavy bag. He jumps on his feet before repeating the action with his left arm. I gawk at him. I've never seen him box before, I didn't even know he owned any of the gear he's using.

His shirtless body glistens sinfully with sweat and I nearly moan at the sight. He's completely concentrated on throwing punch after punch at the bag and I can't pull my eyes away from the sight of his muscles flexing under the skin on his back and shoulders.

I stand there for at least two or three minutes, just watching him. There's something so arousing about knowing that he's this strong, and quick on his feet. It's so masculine, and it's causing my hormones to rage. He starts punching a little quicker then, and I can hear the beat thumping through his headphones which matches the rate at which he's hitting the bag.

He moves around the bag a little so that I'm able to see his face. I watch his chest as it rises and falls quickly; his breath coming out in short, ragged spurts. I stand there admiring his sculpted physique until he starts punching faster than ever. His face is contorted in anger, the creases of frustration are painfully evident on his tired face. What's he so worked up about?

He moves places again and that's when he notices me standing there. He punches the bag a few more times and then stops. Pulling the headphones off his head, he saunters over to me, desperately trying to catch his breath. As he walks towards me I admire the sight of his naked calves, which are always covered with denim. The shorts he's wearing are loose, and hanging so tantalizingly low . . .

"Hi, my babygirl," he says to me once he's standing in front of me. I notice that he's taken the ring out of his lip, and it's now just a stud. He mindlessly plays with the new stud, pushing it outwards with his tongue, and then pulling it back in. It's a distraction to me, causing all of my focus to fall upon his lips. My hormones are already raging seeing him all sweaty and worked up, and by now I'm tempted to lock the garage door and let him have his way with me. He leans forward and his sweaty hand grabs the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. He roughly presses his lips against mine, before whispering, "I missed you."

I smile as he pulls away from me, "I missed you too." He begins removing the tape wrapped around his knuckles so I use the time to admire the sight of the hickey I gave him in New York. It's begun to fade now, but it's very obvious on his chest, and the sight of it still makes my heart flutter, leaving me with the feeling of wanting to mark him everywhere.

His hazel eyes blaze into mine. He knows that he's turning me on, the cocky s hit. "Since when do you box?" I ask.

He finishes peeling the tape off his one hand, and begins peeling it off the other. He shrugs, "a while. It's a good workout." I sense that there's more to it then he's leading on. When people box, it's usually a way to release frustration and anger, is it not?

"Are you sure that's it?" I question him, although I doubt he'll respond with what I'm hoping. The worry washes over me, knowing that he's probably keeping things from me. He helped me relieve the weight on my shoulders, so why can't I return the favour? Why can't he just spill everything about himself that he's ever kept hidden from other people?

He shrugs again and then pushes his lip stud out, "yeah." He responds as I expected him to, keeping things all bottled up inside of him.

"Ari?" I hear Louis yell out from upstairs. Zayn's head slowly gazes up towards the staircase, and I can see the jealousy flash within his eyes. I open my mouth to explain Louis' presence but then decide against it. I know it'll piss him off but there's no need really to explain myself. I know that every time I'm with Louis, it sparks some sort of jealousy fuelled anger. It makes me think that something happened between the two of them, but then again, maybe Zayn's just a jealous man.

"Ari?" Louis calls out my name again. Zayn peels the final piece of tape off his knuckles before giving me an intense gaze and brushing past me. It takes me a little by surprise, the fact that he still gets so easily angry when he knows that Louis is happily with Zoe. He knows that I don't want to be with Louis, but I'm sure if I asked him about it, he'd respond something like, 'it's him I don't trust.'

Zayn jumps up the stairs, two at a time. I follow behind slowly. "What're you doing here?" I hear Zayn ask.

"Oh, hey mate." Louis replies. I catch sight of the two of them once I've finished walking up the stairs. They're both standing in the kitchen. Zayn's standing in his most intimidating pose, threatening Louis with his posture. "Zoe and I were just helping Ari move in."

Louis looks towards me, "Ari, hey. We're almost done with the boxes. I see you found Zayn," he chuckles awkwardly, clearly intimidated by Zayn. Zayn's much more muscular than Louis, his attitude being a lot more threatening and I can see the small flash of fear within his blue eyes.

Zoe huffs over-exaggeratedly as she hauls in another box, purposefully dropping it with a loud thud! on the flooring. Zayn glares at her for a moment, before turning his attention back to Louis. I ignore the two of them and head out to Louis' car, successfully grabbing two boxes and hauling them inside the house. As I place them down just inside the door, Louis passes me by, "are there any more?"

"Yeah, I think there's just one more. I can get it Louis, you've helped enough."

"No, no," he says as he lightly touches my arm, surprising me. "I've got it, love."

I turn to find Zayn, but he's nowhere in sight. Zoe's sprawled out on the couch, acting as if she's just ran a marathon. She has somehow already managed to find herself a drink, and the remote and she's watching TV while snuggled up in a blanket. "Where'd Zayn go?" I ask her. She doesn't respond, she just points to the hallway which I assume means he's gone to change his clothing.

Louis comes back inside then, placing the final box down. "Well, that's it. You're all moved it, Ari." He smiles and pats me on the back.

"I'm sorry about him," I say quietly, pointing to the hallway. "You know how he is."

Louis shrugs it off, "it's nothing. Zayn's just being . . . Zayn. He's an overprotective prick, what can I do?" I laugh at his response a little because it's true in the most sense.

"Where's our food you promised?" Zoe yells out from the couch.

I'm already halfway down the hallway when I yell out, "it's coming!" She groans out loudly.

I knock lightly on Zayn's bedroom. He doesn't say anything and so I take it upon myself to enter the room. As I step into the dark room, I notice a light from the bathroom. I flick the light switch for the bedroom on, close the door behind me and begin to take careful steps into the room. Zayn suddenly appears from the bathroom, wearing absolutely nothing but a devilish smirk. My eyes widen at the sight, and he notices. The smirk that populates his face expands.

"See something you like?" He asks in a seductive hush. I flush wildly. He takes slow steps towards me, completely unashamed of his body. His sculpted physique is all that my brain can register. Suddenly the toning in his muscles are all that my eyes can see. My hormones are raging and it's hitting me so hard that I don't think I could recite my own name right now.

His fingers find home on my hips as he leans down to press soft kisses to my neck. His hands begin their voyage of my body. I don't even realize where his hands are until I feel him squeeze my bottom underneath my dress lightly. "Care to join me in the shower again?" He's peppering my skin with the lightest, most sensual kisses that suddenly make it hard to breathe.

I can't even respond because of the feeling his touch gives me. I moan out his name and race my hands up and down his tatted hazelnut skin. The touch of his bare skin against my mine sends familiar flares to the tips of my fingers. "We have company, Zayn." He trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbones. I try to distract him from the thought. We do have company, and we can't do this now, despite how much my body wants to. It's wiser to do this when no one's in the house . . . that way we can be as loud as we want.

"Are you upset with me?" He asks quietly.

"Why would I be?"

"Because I'm a jealous man," he comments. I don't respond to the statement. "Am I completely selfish for wanting you all to myself?" It's hard to focus on the words that are coming from his lips because I need his mouth elsewhere. My mouth has fallen open, and I'm recklessly running my fingers through his hair. Zayn's lips move towards my ear, and he grabs my lobe between his lips. My hearts beating fast along with my dazed mind, and I can already feel myself giving into him. He's too d amn addicting for my own good.

He is a jealous man, and a somewhat selfish man when it comes to me, but something about the way he is so protective over me makes me always feel safe with him. I know he's a little rough around the edges, but the way he's always jealous lets me know that he cares about me, maybe even more than he leads on. I've learned to find a little comfort in his jealousy, as crazy as that sounds. Without it, he wouldn't entirely be Zayn.

Zayn's lips press against the shell of my ear, and he whispers, "you'd better close those pretty little lips of yours before I slip something between them."

I moan out lightly, struggling to breath evenly. He continues kisses all over my skin - his lip stud producing little spurts of cool against my hot skin. It's a contradicting sensation, and one that I've begun to crave. My stomach is twisting with delicious knots, knowing just how good he can make me feel.

"Zayn," I moan out his name. "We-" I can't even form a coherent sentence. My mind wants to tell him that we have company, that Zoe and Louis are just out in the living room, but everything else within me is telling me to let him tear off my clothes.

"Are you guys f ucking?" Zoe's voice yells from the other side of the door.

"No!" I yell out.

Zayn yells out a, "yes!"

"Zayn!" I smack him lightly.

"Yes babygirl, moan my name, f uck," he yells out teasingly. Zayn squeezes my bottom quickly, causing a squeal to fall past my lips.

"We'll continue this later," I tell him.

His lips turn into a smirk, "oh, bet on it." I turn from him then and begin walking out of the room. I can feel him watching me, and so I purposefully sway my hips sexily. I turn to face him just before exiting the room. He's still standing there completely naked, watching me. I decide to tease him a little, and so I quickly reach up under the back of my dress, and unhook my bra. I pull the straps down and off my arms with ease. "What are you-" he begins, but I pull the bra out from under my clothes and toss it at him. He catches it haphazardly within his hands. "F uck me," he swears, as he palms the lace material in his hands.

"Gladly," I retort. He looks up at me then, lust overwhelming his eyes. "But . . . later." With that, I exit the room.

"Wow, that was fast," Zoe comments the absolute second I walk out of the bedroom.

"Jesus, we weren't f ucking."

"Then why are you all flushed?" She asks. I try walking down the hallway to walk away from her, but she follows behind me quickly. She's staring at me intently. I know she knows something happened between Zayn and I - she knows me too well.

"What do you want me to make for dinner?" I ask her. I promised her and Louis dinner if they'd help me move, and I'm already dreading spending the evening with the two of them.

"Oh my god, you two were f ucking! What'd he do, finger bang you?"



"Oh my god, shut up! He was naked, that's why I'm all flushed!" I whisper-yell at her.

She eyes me up skeptically. "How'd you not f uck him? If I walked in on Louis naked, you can guarantee I'd be riding that."

I internally gag because she literally has zero filter sometimes. "Too much information, Zo." As I walk into the kitchen, I spot Louis who is opening two beers.

"That was quick," he comments, clearly on the same page as Zoe. I roll my eyes.

"What do you two want for dinner?"

"Pizza!" Zoe yells out. She runs over to Louis, crashing into him in the process. He just smiles, and laughs and tucks her into his side. They fit together so perfectly.

"As in homemade pizza? Or greasy, fattening, wonderful takeout?" I reach for the bottle of wine, and open it with ease. I grab two glasses - one for Zoe, one for me - and pour some in each glass.

As Zoe's grabbing the glass, she says, "the obvious! I worked my a ss off hauling your stuff. It's only fair that you reciprocate with the greasiest f ucking pizza you can find in Miami."

"Pizza it is!" I announce.

"Where's Zayn?" Louis asks. He sips lightly on his beer, while waiting for my response.

"Oh, he's having a shower. He was boxing, so he's all sweaty and stinky." I sip carefully on my wine. Zoe wiggles her eyebrows at me suggestively.

Forty minutes later we all have eaten pizza and are sitting around the large dining table together. We just finished eating and now we're all sitting around, chatting. "I talked to someone today about getting you a job," Zayn whispers in my ear. We were sitting fairly close to each other, and Zoe and Louis were sitting on the other side of the table together.

"Really?" My heart beat begins thrumming in my ear. He cares.

Zayn nods his head. "Liam's father owns a restaurant with Snow."

My heart swells at the mention of Snow. She was such a beautiful, nice woman and drugs have overwhelmed her life. I was relieved that Liam was so accepting of her addiction, and willing to help get her into a proper rehabilitation facility. I haven't heard from her in weeks, and I often think about her, wondering if she's doing okay.

Louis and Zoe are enveloped in their own little conversation. Zayn's hand is suddenly placed delicately on my naked thigh, and I don't push it off because I love the feeling he gives me. "So you've taken up boxing again?" Louis suddenly questions, evaporating my chance to further ask Zayn about the job he's been looking for.

Zayn shrugs while simultaneously trailing his hands upwards on my thigh. "Yeah, thought I'd change up my workout routine s'all."

His hand wanders upwards again, and I push it away lightly. "Louis, you should take up boxing," Zoe says.

"Not really my thing," he replies. Zayn smirks before placing his hand on my thigh again. His fingertips brush against the hem of my dress.

"Zayn," I whisper so that only he can hear. Zoe's questioning Louis about his exercise routine, but I can't pay attention. They're engulfed in their own little world, and so are Zayn and I. All I can focus on is the feeling of Zayn's fingertips.

"What?" He smirks, teasing. His fingers move upwards towards the edge of my lace panties. He leans over in his seat. "Is it cold in here? I'm sorry, I may have adjusted our thermostat." He whispers huskily in my ear.

Our thermostat.

I recite his name again, warning him. My breathing is already coming out in desperate inhales and exhales. He suddenly cups me with his hand, and I nearly jump in my seat. "Babygirl, you're soaking." I bite my lip, trying to avoid letting out an unwanted moan.

"Look at you two!" Louis yells out. He claps his hands together to distract us from each other. "Just totally into each other!"

I begin to blush furiously, terrified that they know where Zayn's hand is. Zayn presses a kiss to my carotid artery, before retracting his hand. I nearly whimper, wanting him there and right now. I mentally curse at Louis for interrupting our little moment. I watch Zayn adjust within his seat. When I look at him, I can see just how badly he's straining against his jeans.

"What are your plans for tonight?" I suddenly blurt out. I'm desperate to distract myself from the thought of s ex. All I can think about is f ucking Zayn right now, and I can't even think straight. Zayn places his hand on my knee again, and his thumb rubs soft circles on my naked skin. And though I know it's an innocent gesture, it has me stirring within my seat.

"We were probably going to go see a movie after we're done here," Zoe replies. "Do you two care to join?"

"No thanks," I reply.

Zayn smirks beside me.

"What are you two doing?" She asks us.

Each other.

"We're going to have dessert," Zayn replies.

"Can I have some?" Zoe asks obliviously.

I clear my throat and Louis looks at me weird, "no."

"Well, why not?"

"Because Arielle baked it especially for me," Zayn replies as he licks his lips. Louis cocks his head and gives us this silly smile. He's totally caught on.

"Why don't you bake me dessert? Am I f ucking chopped liver over here?" Zoe asks and both Louis and Zayn look at the two of us, minds racing with elicit thoughts.

"Zoe, I-" I begin.

"I'll take you out for our own dessert, how about that?" Louis interrupts.

"Okay, well that could be fun. Can we do it tonight? I'm hungry now," she replies.

"Don't worry," he says as he kisses her cheek. "In fact, do you want to go now? I think these two have a busy night full of unpacking." Louis looks between the two of us, giving us this sly little smirk.

"Yeah, I guess we could."

Louis and Zoe gather any of the things they brought and begin to leave, but just as they're about to step out of the door, Louis says, "you two kids have fun."

Zayn closes the door behind him, and turns to me, "don't worry, we will." Then he picks me up bridal-style and runs down the hallway to our bedroom.




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