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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58. Fear

***Simmie's POV***  

"Simmie?" I hear Zayn say as his keys rattle in the lock.

I gave him my spare keys for a few weeks. We were going to be married for crying out loud.

"Princess, you home?" I shuffle slightly so he can hear me.

"In the bathroom baby." I say, my voice muffled by my hands.

I have my head in my hands. The apartments a right mess; stuff thrown everywhere abundance of boxes. After navigating his way through the boxes, I hear him lean against the door-jamb, his arms crossed over his chest. I peek through my fingers at him.   His face is squished into worry.

"Princess, are you okay?" He says pushing forward slightly to come closer to me, confusion and worry settling on his face. I nod my head into my head, not having enough confidence to look up.  

"So what are these?" He asks, gesturing to the sticks in the counter. He isn't coming any closer to me. Or them. "Tests." I mumble before getting up.

"What kind of- Oh." He says realisation coming in.

"Oh." He says again, dragging it out slightly.

Not trusting myself to look at him, I look at the floor. I hear him creep closer, his scent tainting the air a bit more.

"Are they positive?" He whispers.

Tears burning my eyes, I close them before biting my lip and nodding. 

Preparing myself for him to leave me, break the engagement and storm off, I tell myself why he would and that I shouldn't be surprised. He has a career to worry about. A family will ruin it. That's not fair on him. He shouldn't need this, I should've put them in the bin on the way out. Acted like this was nothing. Steeling myself, I'm afraid to look up. I know right then, I'd do whatever it takes to look after my baby. Our baby.

Biting my lip a little harder before I let go of it, I open my eyes. Into a wall of Zayn. He gingerly wraps his arms around me, as if he's afraid to hurt me. Standing as still as I can, I tell myself not to slink my arms around him into his comfort.

This is goodbye.  

"Are you going to leave me?" I ask softy into his chest.

"Leave you?!" He shouts, pulling back to look at me. I push myself away, his arms sliding away, so we're standing on one side of the bathroom each. I wrap my arms around myself.

"I'll do whatever it takes to raise this baby, even if your not here." I say, struggling to keep my tone neutral.

"This is our baby. I'm not leaving you." His tone softening.

"But what about your career? Family? The guys? My job? Your job? I'm an obstacle. How will the baby be raised?"

"Do you want me to leave you?" He growls, getting ready to fight.

"No! I don't want to hold you back. I-" I practically scream at him, terrified I've ruined it.

"Am scared? Me too baby." He says, gingerly walking to me, chuckling, his arms out stretched.

Settling into them, I wind my arms around his waist, my head fitting perfectly under his chin.

"I'm so scared. I don't want to hold you back, stop you from doing what you want. What if I'm a horrible mother?" I whisper into his chest, beginning to cry.

"Come here," he whispers, holding me a bit tighter, "baby, I'm scared too. I haven't even introduced you to my family and we're engaged. I'm terrified about if I'll make a good father. I'm terrified you were going to leave me."

He confesses into my hair. Pulling back, he traces my tears, wiping them with his thumbs before kissing them away as they pour silently down my face.   Pulling back slightly, I reach up and kiss him softly. I fill my kiss with reassurance.

"Zayn, I don't know what will happen but we'll do it together." After a few moments silence, he adds,

"I'm glad we're getting married in a few weeks."

He smiles before looking at my stomach. Putting his hand on my belly, he looks at me. His eyes are filled with tears and his face is lit with hope and love. Placing my hands over his, I look into his eyes, feeling an intimate connection between us.  

This is family.

This is perfect.  

This is us.

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