Blair

　　When I sat in the car it was silent. Damien was scrolling through his phone while Anika slept peacefully.


　　Zayn didn't even look at me. He kept his eyes straight ahead and when I got it,

　　He sped off immediately.

　　I frowned deeply at his behaviour. This craziness is really starting to get on my nerves.


　　I glanced at him and sighed, leaning my head against the door and closing my eyes.

　　But I didn't go to sleep. I couldn't.


　　My mind kept going back to the numerous times I listened to his heartbeat.

　　All of which was abnormal.

　　I felt him take my hand in his before a kiss was placed on the back of it.

　　I opened my eyes and looked at him. He glanced at me and shook his head.

　　"I wish I could tell you." He said after a long pause.

　　My eyebrows furrowed.

　　If he can't tell me what it is, then it has to be something bad.

　　"Is it bad?" I asked softly and he sighed, not answering.

　　As I expected.

　　Looking in back, I saw that Damien was now asleep. Anika's head was on his shoulder and his head was leaning on hers.

　　Smiling brightly, I grabbed my phone and went straight to the camera.

　　I sat with my legs under me on the seat as I faced them fully, taking multiple pictures of them.

　　When I was done, I slid my phone back onto the dashboard and sighed happily.

　　Zayn slowed down until he stopped completely on the road.

　　I looked at him quizzically and he reached down, sliding his seat back.

　　I frowned, genuinely confused as he looked back at me.

　　"Come here." He said, patting his lap and I blushed.

　　"Why?" I asked, not looking at him.

　　What was he up to?

　　"Blair." He said, looking at me dead in my eyes.

　　I rolled my eyes and climbed over until I was sitting between his legs.

　　"Now what?" I asked and he placed my hands on the steering wheel.

　　My eyes widened and I shook my head frantically.

　　"No! Zayn, I can't drive!" I told him and I felt his breath near my ear.

　　"Trust me." Was the only thing he said before the car started moving.

　　He held his hands over mine the entire time, although he let me steer.

　　I grinned when I started getting the hang of it.

　　Slowly, he took his hands off of mine and wrapped them around my waist.

　　I felt a kiss on my cheek and I tried my best not to get dizzy while I was driving.

　　He buried his face in the crook of my neck and sighed.

　　But then I felt a smirk on his face and I knew that whatever he was going to do,

　　Wasn't going to be good.

　　And I was correct.

　　Slowly, his foot pressed down on the accelerator and my heart raced.

　　"Zayn." I warned as we sped down the road at 120 mph.

　　He didn't respond to, my dismay. His hands reached up and he placed them over mine again.

　　Now we were going at 200 and my eyes were wider than they have ever been.

　　We're going to die!

　　I said a silent prayer as we went faster, overtaking any car that was infront of us.

　　But as I watched him, I realized that no matter what he did,

　　He always seemed to do it perfectly.

　　As we overtaked, It seemed like he counted every second it took for the cars on the other lane to approach.

　　I smiled, relaxing more and enjoying the ride.

　　Then I started feeling tired, Zayn's warmth being the main cause.

　　"Zayn. I'm sleepy." I said quietly and he placed his hand at the top of the steering wheel.

　　With the other, he put my head on his chest and turned me in a comfortable postion.

　　I was still infront of him and he held me with one hand and drove with the other.

　　Times like this are what I appreciate. Whenever he becomes affectionate,

　　I forget why he's labeled as a bad person in society.

　　Even after seeing his murderous, psychotic side, something about him just draws me in.

　　I look up at him as he focuses back on the road. I sat with my body tilted slightly.

　　My back leaned against his chest and my head rested on his shoulder.

　　Knowing that I was staring at him, his emotionless eyes looked down at me.

　　He half-smiled before looking back up at the road.

　　"I don't like 'Grumpy Lucy'." I stated tiredly, rubbing my eyes.

　　"Oh?" He said in somewhat amusement.

　　It's always hard to tell what he's feeling, when he never shows any emotion.

　　I wonder how he keeps it all in.

　　"Yeah. He's an asshole sometimes." I whispered secretively.

　　He smirked, glancing back down at me and pecking my lips swiftly.

　　"Mhm?" He replied, only adding fuel to my meaningless rambling.

　　"Yes. But he's okay in my book." I said, closing my eyes. My head still faced up at him.

　　"He is?" He asked lowly and I nodded.

　　I felt drunk. But without drinking any alcohol.

　　I had no control over my mouth at this point and I struggled to stay conscious to finish this conversation.

　　"Lucifer isn't lonely. He's lovely!" I exclaimed, giving him a lopsided grin.

　　He looked down at me again. Something flashed in his eyes, but it went away just as quick as it came.

　　He then looked back up at the road ahead. I snuggled into his chest more and he held me tighter.

　　"You're a good person, Satan." I said sleepily and he chuckled deeply.