(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?



94. Innocence

**Mollie's POV**


The sound of his footsteps coming down the stairs sounds throughout the kitchen as I take a sip of my tea. It was still burning hot and my tongue singes with the sensation. I let it slide down my throat as Niall enters the kitchen; guitar clutched in hand. I see Simran and Zayn's figures looming in the doorway and smile gratefully as someone closes the door quietly. 

"Simmie said you wanted to see me," Niall says quietly, leaning against the kitchen worktop as I nod slowly, taking another sip of tea so I don't have to answer straight away. I watch intently as he places the guitar down and folds his arms over his broad chest, eyeing me cautiously. We hadn't exactly spoken much since Scarlett was born, yesterday morning being the only exception. He raises his eyebrows at me in question and I cuddle my warm mug to my chest. Tucking a piece of curly hair behind my ear, I look down at the floor.

"My nan offered to have Scar tonight so we can have the night off," I say quietly and his eyes widen slightly.

"But only because she knows that Scarlett hasn't been sleeping well and I've been up all night with being sick and stuff and..." I murmur, trying desperately to stop myself getting any more embarrassed than I already was. 

"Sure," He says, a smug grin sneaking onto his lips. My own lips turn slightly and I take another sip of tea, before watching him leave the kitchen with no other words.



Looking across at him under the candle light, something stirs in me. I have no idea what it was but the last time I could remember feeling it was when I held Scarlett for the first time.
"Niall?" I say his name gently and his head slowly turns from the screen to face me. We'd been watching films for the past five hours so far and it was well into the early hours of the morning. The one on at the moment wasn't really my type but I knew Niall was thoroughly enjoying it. So instead id spent the night watching him instead.
"Hmm, angel?" It still amazed me how him calling me that could send such rippling shivers throughout me whenever it left his lips. The sound of rain beating down on the roof causes a smile to rise on my face and he gives me a perplexed look.
"Do you want to go outside?" I say quietly, embarrassed hugely from the moment the words leave my mouth. He sits still for a while before a small grin creeps up onto his brazen lips. He takes my hand and we leave the dark living room, film playing to the empty silence now filling it. I smile giddily as we reach the glass doors in the kitchen that leads out into the dark garden. I place my spare palm against the cool glass, feeling the gentle beating of the rain against it. The outside light flickers on as Niall flicks the switch; flooding the dark space with artificial light. 
"C'mon," he whispers, pulling back the door. Immediately the room is filled with that musty earthly smell that rain brings. I loved it as a child; sleeping with my window open if there was a storm or rain. It made me feel alive, human and... just part of everything. I look down at my slippers and gently slip them off, Niall slowly taking his socks off too. We stand and look out at the garden for a while, slowly getting damp. My stomach flitters with anticipation as we link hands again.
"1,2..." Niall murmurs and I grin as we both take off at a run, hand in hand, towards the end of the garden. We're both laughing and within moments were both soaked through but I couldn't care less. Being here, in the pouring rain at one in the morning with him was all I ever needed.
"Oh my god!" Niall exclaims over the sound of the weather, accent still making me smile. We stand beneath the huge oak tree at the very end of or garden, which offers us little shelter from the beating rain. Slowly, I lower myself to the ground and hug my knees to my chest as I stare back at the house; vision smeared by the fast falling water. 
"You know how sometimes you just have those moments where you're completely in awe of the world and the universe and you just begin to imagine what your life would be like if it was diff-" my quick words are cut off by his lips crushing to mine; tender and soft at first. He tasted slightly of beer, popcorn and mint all rolled into one. His hands find their way to my thighs and gently he lifts me up so that my legs are hooked around his waist. Our bodies move in sync with one another as we continue to wordlessly tell eachother I love you over and over again. He guides me to the stump of the huge tree; my back brushing against the ancient bark that send chills up my spine intertwined with him holding me like he was now. His lips move away from my mouth and find their way to my collar bone, pecking delicate kisses along it, from left to right and back again. Niall pulls away from a moment, eyes a dark blue with something I can't place before he pinches the sensitive skin on my neck between his teeth; continuing to suck and pull. I crave the feel of his lips on mine again as his hands travel down to my waist and he rocks me against him as his lips find mine once more. My hands are tangled in his wet hair as he gently pulls my large t-shirt up. His hands and mouth explore the exposed ivory skin and I whimper beneath his hold.
"N-Niall," I stammer and feel his breathy laugh against the skin of my torso.

Nialls POV

I pull the now soaked t-shirt up over her head whilst my lips continue to explore the wet, cold skin of her midriff and chest. I let it drop to the ground and I can feel her wet hair clinging to my chest as I push our bodies closer together against the tree. Everything about her was innocent and pure. The lacy white of her bra and underwear was enough for me to feel as though I was doing something wrong by touching her like this. But I couldn't stop myself.
"I want you," I whisper ever so gently into her ear as I spin her around and gently we fall to the cold muddy ground. She lays on top of me, fingers trailing my skin as I deepen our kiss. Her soft strawberry scent washes over me and she tastes of popcorn and bubblegum. I let my fingers explore downwards more as she writhes beneath me. The feeling of her beneath me made me feel powerful and weak at the knees all at once. My mind flickers back to the train station, when I first saw her. Her aura screamed innocence but her tongue screamed hidden needs that I was determined to fulfill. 

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