(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?



21. Hoodie

***Simmie's POV***

I lead Zayn to the sofa. Noticing his jeans on the side with his tee-shirt I ask him if he wants a carrier bag. He says he's fine, and rolls his jeans up like a beach towel. I hold up his hoodie in front of me and he takes it from me but puts it in his lap.
“Baby,” he says softly, reaching for the hoodie, “girls have their boyfriend's hoodie so here you go.” draping it over my lap. His soft black hoodie five sizes to big lies in my lap.

Zayn Malik's hoodie. Relatiionship. Too much.

I look up with wide eyes, not knowing what to think. He's looking at me, watching my reaction. He's drawing his lower lip through his teeth again, his face scrunched up bracing himself for something. Looking back at the hoodie I run my fingers over it before cupping his face in both hands. Pressing our foreheads together, I look into his deep brown eyes, his pupils so dilated the chocolaty-ness was nearly swallowed by them, I bite his lower lip like he was doing a few moments prior. I whisper 'thank you' before pressing our lips together.

My hands are running through his hair and his hands are curling around my waist, running up and down my back, gently tugging the ends of my ponytail. I groan against his lips, my breathing heavier as he trails his lips over my jawbone, moving swiftly onto my chin. He holds me in place with one hand on my hip and the other holding my head back by my neck. placing open-mouth kisses on my face; starting with my forehead, he works his way down over my eyelids, nose and cheekbones, as if he's....worshipping me? He works biting kisses down my throat where he sucks gently, running his tongue over it to sooth the skin. My hands still in his hair, I drag his lips back to mine as he pulls me closer to him, both his hands on my waist lifting-almost-dragging me onto his lap. I feel my legs go either side of his hips, up on my knees.  Licking his lips, he moans as I rest my body on his thighs. Breaking our lips apart I rest my forehead against his and smile against his lips, his eyes searching mine. It felt like I was baring my soul to him.

"Why do I always walk in on you?"
I hear Niall say, a smile in his voice. I jump off Zayn, intending to roll over to the other side of the sofa but Zayn pulls me back. I end up next to him, one of his arms wrapped behind me, holding the hand furthest from him. Tucking my head under his chin, my body on his chest, our legs entwined, he turns behind him and smiles at Niall.

"Shut up, man"

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