Zayn

Zane had been fascinated with cars since childhood. By the age of 20, he had found his passion in racing. He was one of the best. The speed, the roar of the engine, the adrenaline rush—it all drove him crazy.
You met him at his first race, and that's how you became friends. You were present at every race, every interview, every important event for him. He loved you for everything—for your support, your beauty, your inner peace—but he didn't say anything, he was too afraid. It was easier for him to speed through the obstacle course than to confess his love to you.
And here came the most important race of his life, the one he'd been striving for so long for. His rivals were more experienced and cunning, but he didn't care; you were right there with him and everything was fine. And then the race began. He overtook everyone on the track but almost crashed. You were terrified for him. When he was invited to the podium to receive his coveted first place, he emerged joyful, smiling at everyone. Along the way, they doused him with champagne, and he laughed. Standing on the podium, they began interviewing him.
-Did anyone support you? Or maybe you came with your companion?
He smiled even more and glanced at you briefly and answered
-Yes, I came with my main support, she is my girlfriend.
After which he came down from the pedestal and ran up to you and kissed you tenderly.