(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?


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



7. Chow mein was (not) spilt

***Simmie's POV***

No, no!

I wanted to tell her before, but now she'll find out too soon. I wanted to surprise her with it.

Coming home from a lazy summer Friday afternoon, paycheque in one hand and Chinese takeout in the other. Mollie and my favourite (mutual) cuisine is Chinese. When I got my paycheque I'd treat us to Chinese food.

I want to tell her. Now.

I want to tell her I like Zayn. But how will she react? I will admit, in my boring office I picked up my phone and texted him 'hello, it's me.'

And he knew who I was. He replied instantly 'Simmie? I heard Mollie shout it out x'
Wow he was fast.

And that was that. We've been texting since and right before I left for Chinese takeout, he texted me Niall's number and said its for Mollie. I told him I'd give it to her.

As I got in, bearing gifts for Mollie and myself. After putting the food on the coffee table, I chucked the keys on the side cabinet and unlaced my boots. That done,  I walked into my room. Stripping off my annoying monkey suit and grabbing my sweats, the buzzing of my phone annoys me.
It's Zayn.
"Hey are you free?xo"
Smiling at it, I hear chicken chow mein calling my name.

Grabbing my phone and pushing my hair into a messy bun, I walk out.


Mollie was already there, getting the food out the bag. My insistent buzzing of my phone makes me drag it out my pocket.
"Babe, you still there?xo"
"Yeah 'babe' just eating dinner x"
";) You given Mollie Niall's number?xo"
"Give me a minute, just walked in the door ;) x"

"Eh Sim, who you texting?" She asks with an amused look on her face. She has sauce on her face, making me lean forward with a napkin and dab at her chin.
"No one." I say in this jokingly defensive voice, clutching my iPhone to my chest.
"Yeah. No one. Because 'no one' is making you smile like that." She says with a knowing look, "Now pass it over."
Clutching the phone back to my best and slyly shaking my head, she takes that as the chance to pounce on my chest.

As we play fought for my phone, I slipped off the sofa and my vice grip on my phone loosened, giving Mollie the advantage she needed to get it. She got it and jumped off me, running to the potted plant on the other side of the room.

Sheer panics masks my face. No.

"You. Like. Zayn. I knew it!" She screams at me, doing her insane victory dance she does every time she wins a game.
"Do not. And if you behave, I'll give you a surprise."
"Is it Niall's number?" She asks, giving me her 'you can't fool me' face as well as holding my phone to her chest.
"Give me the phone and I'll tell you." I say holding out my hand. After several seconds she relents and sits back down on the sofa and waits patiently for it.

My phone safely retrieved and in my pocket I say with a smile,
"I'll give you Niall's number if you tell no one about Zayn."
"Pinky swear?" She asks with a serious face.
After locking pickies in a age-long tradition I recite her Niall's number.

After a while, when we're both watching Love Actually and Niall's texted her good night and Zayn's texted me goodnight, we hear the door go.

Who's here at 9pm? On a Friday night?

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