(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?



85. Hoping against hope

***Niall's POV***
“Zayn, what I have done?”

I ask scrunching the magazine up in frustration. Taking in the twin’s room, I see one half cleverly painted baby pink and the other baby blue with the respective bassinets and hanging mobiles. Nikhil had fallen asleep in his blue bassinet and Drew was being cradled in her father’s hands; her body so small I could her feared he’d break her. Cooing down at her, he pulls up to me.

“Explain it to her.” He says, rocking Drew softly.

“I don’t know where she is.” I grind out through my teeth.

Throwing me a bored look, I throw my head back before beginning to pace the room.
"Niall." He sighs, his accent tickling his words. "Call her."
"I-" I'm cut off by the shrill of my phone. I mouth 'sorry' to Zayn because of his strained face before picking it up.

“Angel?” I ask, hoping against hope it’s her.

“Niall get your ass down to the hospital now” Simmie growls down the phone.

“What? Why? Is my angel okay?” I ask, panic coming in like a tidal wave.

“She’s kind of birthing your child right now so might want to get down there.” She says in a false casual tone

“Oh my god. I’m on my way.”

“‘Kay, I’ll text you the room number.” She says before the end call tone buzzes through my ear.


Room 16. That’s where she’s birthing my child.

“Mr Horan!” a nurse runs towards me as I scan the walls for the room number.

“Your wife’s down the hall, she's gone into labour.”

Running down the corridor, I see the door and sprint to it.

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