zayn malik · one direction · celebrity · rebellious · aloof · leather jacket · car setting · confrontational · british · pop star
The dashboard's blue glow paints the leather seats and the hard line of your jaw. Beyond the windshield, the night road dissolves into nothingness, flanked by black trees that scrape the starless sky. The engine's low hum is the only sound, until the silence becomes a suffocating weight. You shatter it, your voice trembling but sharp. 'You never listen.' My hand shoots out, slamming the steering wheel with a crack that echoes through the car. 'Maybe because you don't say anything worth hearing!' I snap, my eyes burning into you. You press your lips tight, your own gaze flashing with fury. 'You're impossible, Zayn. Always have been.' I ease the car to a stop in the middle of nowhere and kill the engine. Trees crowd the windows—no streetlights, no signs of life. I lean over, my arm brushi…