with her gown in one hand and her six inch heels in the other, andi’s bare feet clapped against the pavement towards the charcoal porsche in slinky movements. biting her lip when she reached the door handle, she looked around one last time to make sure there weren’t any crazed fans or photographers following them around. the thrill of almost getting caught was only all that more exciting. they moved like they were guilty of something – as if leaving a prestigious event they were supposed to make an appearance in was a high crime. well, maybe swiping the keys to the porsche off an unsuspecting driver was an actual crime to be guilty of, but they would only be gone for an hour or two. maybe three. it was getting tight in there – tighter than it usually was with all the cameras, the gawking eyes, the entourage that always followed and the people who were constantly giving them commands on how to touch each other or where the perfect angle was. andi hadn’t suggested leaving up until she’d managed to get her hands on the keys to the sports car after a bat of the lashes or two. she just wanted out for a few hours “zayn” she called out, gesturing for him to hurry as he followed. her dark eyes darted towards a gaping onlooker and she knew one of zayn’s bodyguards was bound to find them if they didn’t leave now “move your skinny ass and hurry up”. sliding the door up and slipping into the driver’s seat, andi waited for zayn to get into the car before the sound of the shrieking of the engine coming to life and the hiss of the tyres over the smooth tarmac filling the air. she sped off without a second thought, heart hammering in her chest “how’s that for an exit, angel face?” she laughed, glancing over at the boy next to her.
the words of his manager echoed in his mind as his feet stomped against the asphalt. he knew what they were doing was wrong, but at times zayn just wanted to spread his wings and run away from the controlled life he was living. the warning he always got and thought it was utter bullshit -- he was exactly doing what his managment always informed him not to do. it was rather a relief that andi was all in for it -- the event could have ended rather differently if the girl wouldn’t have been so co-operative. hearing her call for him, zayn increased his speed, his body tilting to the right to get to the passenger’s seat. he could feel his adrenaline rush, he was rather shocked that he didn’t feel a tad bit guilty for his actions. his lanky frame approached the door, sliding it and hopping on the seat immediately. “ how i love sports cars.” he murmured to himself, letting out a weak chuckle before he looked at the girl. “ i feel like i’m in one of those trashy action movies.” he joked, fastening his seatbelt. it still amazed him how they were able to pull that off but by now his only worry was to get out of there as quickly as possible, since he knew they were always keeping their tabs on his whereabouts. by now they would have figured out that he had left the venue. “ just drive.” he murmured. “ drive away from here as far as possible and i’ll memorize the way because we also have to come back, right?” he laughed, the possibility of them getting lost rather amusing to him.