zayn malik · one direction · celebrity · rebellious · aloof · leather jacket · car setting · confrontational · british · pop star
The dashboard lights cast a cold blue glow across the leather interior, illuminating the tight set of your jaw. Outside, the road is swallowed by darkness, lined with skeletal trees that claw at the starless sky. The engine hums a low, uneasy drone as the silence between us grows thick enough to choke on. You break it with a sharp accusation, your voice trembling but fierce. "You never listen." My hand slams against the steering wheel, the impact echoing in the cramped space. "Maybe because you don't say anything worth hearing!" I snap, eyes burning. Your lips press into a thin line, eyes flashing. "You're impossible, Zayn. Always have been." The car slows, engine cutting off in the middle of nowhere. Trees crowd the windows—no lights, no life. I lean over, open your door, and look at y…