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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2. Costa

 

 

**Simmie's POV***


Urgh. I really hate office jobs. 
 
 The only highlight is seeing my best friend Mollie in my measly one hour lunch break. 
 
 Mollie has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We met in secondary school and well, it's been like that since. We've stayed together through thick and thin. Now her being eighteen and studying English at Oxford and me being twenty, finished my degree in English (also at Oxford), she's like the beautiful baby sister I've always wanted. 

 
 As I walked through the busy streets I finally find the cafe I want: Costa. Only two blocks from my office (and where she conveniently works when she's not studying in the British library) I can feel the patronising stare burning into my skin. 
 
 Wearing knee high DM's and a black a line dress and a black leather belt around my middle with chunky liquid eyeliner oozes 'don't mess with me' does attract attention, I'll admit but it does get the point across. 
 
 Mollie's always trying to get me to wear heels and let my hair down rather than piling it up high in a messy pony tail. 
 I did once. 
 Now I'm what people would call 'broken'. I've just got out of an emotionally taxing relationship. 
 "Simmie!" Mollie shouts joyously from across the room, the bell above the door announcing my entrance. 
 "I got the gig! Now promise me, you'll do it with me." 
 "Hold on. What happened sweetie?" I ask, coming over to the counter.
 We both jump up and down screaming, the echo my boots creating a beat, earning us more strange looks. Mollie is one of the best singers and guitarist I'll ever meet. We made a deal, while back and we still stick to it:
 "When she sings, I sing" 
 "I promise." I say chuckling slightly, shaking my head, "Now go do your job, you have ten minutes left of your shift." I check the clock above. 
 
 I lean back against the counter, surveying the rest of the cafe as she walks away to the other side of the room, singing to herself. I realise in this moment, that my shy baby sister is an absolutely gorgoeus heartbreak waiting to come out her shell. 

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