(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?



65. More Angels

***Niall's POV***

I run my fingers through my hair as I wait for her.

In the past three months, she's been getting in a bad state. She's been putting on weight recently, not fitting into her jeans. She's also not eating, claiming she's constantly feeling sick. I took one look at her and rushed out, saying she needs a test. I came back to see her by the bathroom, her face blotchy and streaked. Kissing her head, I put the carrier bag in her hands before gently pushing her in the bathroom and shutting the door softly behind her.

Thinking of last night, I can still smell her on my skin. We've been like that since we've been in the same apartment. I smile sheepishly as I see the gold band glistening in the light streaming through the curtains. We got married in spring, in an old fashioned church in Ireland. I pace furiously in my room, I mean our room. In our new apartment. Chuckling, I remember the day the lease ran out of Simmie's and Mollie's apartment. Simmie moved into a nice four bedroom house with Zayn to raise Nikhil Malik, their son who should be born in a few months and Drew Malik, their surprise daughter. They're twins but they'll be fraternal and both insanely cute. What if Mollie was pregnant? Would the babies have blue or green eyes? Brown or blond hair? Twins? Mollie's nose or-

"Niall." Her voice suddenly emerges through the crack in the door.
"Angel, is everything okay?" I say rushing to the door. She opens it slightly, revealing her messy hair and her, in her purple oversized jumper, shaking, her jeans on the floor.
Bringing her into my arms, she puts her hands on my chest as she nibbles her nails.
"Niall." She whispers."I'm-I'm." She stops and buried her face in my chest. I gently kiss her hairline as I'm captivated by the scent of her.
"P-p-pregnant." She sobs into my chest.
I pull her closer and smile to myself, happy my angel is making more angels.

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