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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40. Hanged up twice

***Simmie's POV***

I creep back into my room, ready to collapse into my bed. I hear my phone buzz and I check the call.

 

Pressing accept on my Skype call, Mollie appears on my screen with Niall. She called me this morning, after her date and now? Is she okay?
"Hey Mollie. Hey Niall." I say, before checking my doors closed. "How are you guys?"
"Good thanks," Niall says before kissing Mollie's cheek. "You?"
"Yeah, I'm good thanks," I sigh, "Tired though.”

Simmie,” Niall starts, “I want to talk to you about Zayn.”

Can we not?” I say, close to holding my head in my hands. My brother shoved a magazine under my door this morning.

 

In a nutshell? Front page, me and Zayn, Perrie and Zayn I hid it before anyone could see. I don't need my family getting involved.

 

He's not here at the moment.” Mollie sends in her condescending “grow up” voice. Sometimes, you'd wonder who was the eldest. Checking their background, I notice their sitting in Niall's living room. Ah.

 

Fine.” I say, giving in and folding my arms over my chest, “Do not tell anyone this or you will pay for it.” Directing it at both of them. “Do not tell Zayn where I am either.”

 

They both solemnly nod before launching straight into it.

Well,” Mollie starts, “We think that-”

Mollie, I cut her off, tired already. “Your concern is touching but I need to sleep. I have a big day tomorrow.” Sighing deeply, “I don't know what to feel right now, I'm dealing with one problem at a time.” I add dryly.

No Simmie, you need to listen-”

Hey Niall, can please I borrow your car?” Zayn comes into my view, dressed to impress. Perrie. I guess.

 

We all look at him. He looks at us. His face pales as he strains my name. Sighing once more, I slam the lid down, effectively ending the call.

 

I should feel bad for hanging up for the second time on them, but I can't do this anymore.

 

***

As I get ready for bed, my phone buzzes. The name 'Zayn' flashes across my screen. Sighing, I send it to voice mail before throwing it back on my bed. He calls again and I send it to voice mail.

 

As I snuggle into my childhood room, the walls painted in pictures I smile as I remember it all. Closing my eyes, I hear my phone buzz. Checking the caller ID, I see 'Biscuit' flashing across the screen, I pick it up.

 

Look, Mollie, I'm not in the mood.” I sigh down the phone.

It's not Mollie.” A deep husky voice tells me.

 

No.

 

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