(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?



60. Mrs Malik


***Simmie's POV***

Breathe. Chick. Breathe.

Standing in the full length mirror, I see myself.

My white dress flows around me. My dress was made of sheer lace, basically. My body was covered in a slim white maxi dress, fitted at the top with halter neck straps. It was fitted from my chest down to my hips where it fell straight down into a puddle of white at my feet. Over the top, I had a sheath-like sheer lace dress, a shimmering kind of white. It stretched over my collar bones, almost touching my neck, to my hands, where the cuffs were pulled nervously over my wrists. My waist was anchored with a del monte stripe. I had white heels on underneath to give me some height. My hair was naturally wavy, white rose petals woven through. Zayn brought me a tiara, a simple one with a few diamonds, matching the set my mother gave me. Suspecting it was real, I never let it out of my sights. My make-up was neutral and not to heavy. Checking my silver bangles on my wrist, I look at the mirror one more time, smiling to myself.

Over on the other side of the room, there was my reception outfit. A red and gold sari. A gift from Zayn's family.

I remember meeting them; his parents were so kind and genuine, welcoming me in even though we didn’t know each other. His sisters were a ball of fun. Maybe our kids will be like that.

Placing one hand on my belly, I look down.
“We're getting married, little one. Daddy and I are getting married.” I say, my eyes starting to well up.
“Who are you talking to, sweetheart?” My mum says, peeking out from the door.
“No one.” I say dropping my hand.
She flashes me that knowing smile and I look down.
“You know don't you?” I say to the floor.
“Yes, I do.” she says, her hand resting on my shoulder.
“I'm two months along.” I say, raising my head to look at her in the mirror. She smiles at me before hugging me.
“I'm proud of you, sweetheart. If you need me, I'm always here.” She says, rubbing my back like when I was younger.
Turning, I see her happy for the first time in what seems like... Forever.
She hugs me, wrapping me tightly in her arms.
“Come on, we've got a man to marry.” She says, linking her arm with mine, giggling slightly.

Walking down to the registry office, I see Zayn standing by the desk. His eyes search the room for me. His eyes settling on me, he smiles and relaxes.

Walking over to the chair, I see a single chair. Looking out to the crowd, I see my parents, my brothers Nick and Ethan, my new sister-in-law Rani and my grandparents. Smiling at them, they smile back at me, all wiping tears from their eyes. Zayn's family are taking us all in, realising their little boy is getting married.

Zayn pulls out the chair and gestures for me to sit down. As he tucks me in, I smile up at him. He smiles back before bouncing a small kiss of my lips. “Later.” he whispers against them.

Smiling, I watch as the ink dries on the paper as he passes the pen to me. Looking up one more time, as a single woman, I see what I'm signing myself too. I scrawl my name next to his and look up at my family. My old family. My new family. Turning slightly, I look at my new husband. He's looking at my belly. I look down to, partly to hope my dress hasn't split, the other to know our baby was part of this.

Our fathers stand and shake heads before standing to face the rest of the room. Ethan stands by my side as Zayn walks to his father's side, waiting for me. Ethan holds my arm as he walks me to them.
“Sim, I'll miss you.”
“I'm still the same.”
“You'll always be my big little sister.” he says chuckling.
“You're jealous because I'm fat.” I say. This has been an age-old banter between us and that will never change. Smiling at shaking his head, he brings me to daddy's side.

“I believe the couple have vows to say.” Zayn's father says, before taking a step back with my father. Smiling at both of them, Zayn nervously holds my hands.
“Simran Elizabeth Brown. Simmie. Princess. You are my everything. I can't imagine a day without you anymore. I want to spend forever with you, cleaning up your mess and letting you steal my tee-shirts. I want to forever disagree about chocolate cake with ice cream and read comic books together.”
He earns a few chuckles for that.
“I want to spend forever with you. And everything that comes with it. The chocolate. The sour cream. The arguments. I love you and only you.”
He puts the gold band on my wedding finger, just above his engagement ring. The crowds claps and a few people wipe their eyes.
“Zain Jawadd Malik. Zayn. You are my prince. You came back to me even though I didn't deserve you. You are my best friend and now my husband. You became my everything so fast, I wasn't sure what I wanted. Now, I've got what I wanted. I have a wonderful husband who'll support me, love me and cherish me. I have the one I want. I want to spend forever with you. I love you and always will.”
Placing a gold band on his ring finger, I look at him; love shining in both our eyes. Lokking out over the crowds, I see people wipe their eyes and clap. Looking up at my husband, I realise something.

I'm Mrs Zain Malik.

My mother drags me off to change into my red sari.

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