Maybe

(Niall and Zayn)
When bestfriends Simran & Mollie meet two boys on the tube, will something more become of it? Or will heartbreak be the only thing left?

Maybe.

Will their past change the future? Will their future affect the present?

Maybe.

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72. Being Lucky

***Simmie's POV***

It's okay Mama,” I console her, pushing out the kitchen door with my dad. “We’ll tidy up.”

Are you sure?” she asks hesitantly as I hear Zayn fill the sink up. She was always like this, she was very OCD about her kitchen.

Don't worry.” I chuckle before-finally-pushing her out the door.

Walking back over to the sink, I bundle up the remaining glasses from the table on my way to the sink before giving them to Zayn to wash.

Thank you, honey.” I say, placing the glasses in the hot soapy water before winding my arms around his waist, his back pressed to my chest. “For dinner and for being here, you don’t know how much this means to me.” I press a kiss to his shoulder blade before unwinding my arms to lean against the counter next to him, tugging the dish towel from his waistband; all the professional chefs keep their towels like that when they;re cooking. I can feel him watch me so I smile up at him, scrunching my face up at him. A chuckle, deep and raspy, erupts from his chest and I'm reduced to blushing like I was fourteen again.

He leans over and presses a quick kiss to my lips before he turns the tap off and makes swift work of the pots and pans; the glasses, cutlery and dishes into the dishwasher. Putting the oven tray in the lukewarm oven to dry out (a little trick Mama always uses) I see him wiping down the counter tops while I work on the tables. Finished, I smile over my shoulder, seeing him deep in concentration by the sink. Mischievously, I decide on doing something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.

Going up behind him, I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss his neck, whispering that I've always wanted to do that. He smiles down at me, dropping the rag on the counter. Using both hands, he drags me closer to him by my belt loops, our lower bodies pressed together. Winning one arm behind him, I tug on his shirt while the other one. Well-

Hey!” he yelps, one hand flying up to scrape the bubbles out of his hair.

No, I didn’t just scoop a handful of bubbles up and throw them in his hair. Well, maybe I did.

Letting go of me, he scoops some up with both hands and chucks them in my hair. Scrunching my face up, I throw a whole bunch at his black tee shirt, soaking it. Throwing my head back, I laugh as his shrieks.

That's it.” he growls before chasing me.

Oh, the big bad wolf gonna chase me?” I ask innocently before dissolving into a puddle of giggles. He rushes over to me and begins to tickle me. I screech a little and I hear a knock on the door.

You two okay in there?” Mama laughs.

Yeo.” we giggle in unison.

Yeah alright. Just tidy up when you guys are done.”

Laughing, we work on mopping up the floor before going up to get dressed.

***

Got a good catch, aye Twa Twa?” smiling at my nickname, I remember the way my grandparents used to call me that. It basically means 'cry baby' in Punjabi, according to my family. I haven’t been called that in a while.

Yeah, I did.” I reply, snuggling deeper into Zayn. We're curled up on the beanbag, all ready for bed, in the living room, Mama and Daddy on the sofa, sipping some wine. Zayn looks down at me and smiles his amazing smile and I smile back, marvelling at the love shining in his eyes.

I'm a lucky man.” Zayn rumbles, squeezing him arm tighter around me while I flush beetroot red, evoking a chuckle from everyone.

You cook, I hear that you clean, and you love her. That's all she's ever wanted.” I shake my head in the way Mama has summed me up in a sentence and I can feel the tears well in my eyes. My parents look at each other with so much in their eyes that I know what they went through made them stronger together. Smiling up at Zayn, I catch him looking at me. I stretch up for a quick kiss before laying my head back on his chest as he kisses my head.

The rest of the evening dissolved into past stories and a lot of laughter and after about two in the morning, I start to drift into sleep.

***

Zayn?” I whisper sleepily.

Shh, honey, its two o'clock. I'm just getting us into bed.”

Okay.” I yawn before closing my eyes again and falling back into sleep, the strong heartbeat lulling me.

 

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