Maybe

(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?

Maybe.

Will their past change the future? Will their future affect the present?

Maybe.

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***Zayn's POV***
Nerves control me and cause my hands to tremble as I try to keep a cool head. I was pacing around the hospital room, not daring to look as the doctors delivered the babies. What if something went wrong? What if Simmie was hurt? What if the babies were? What would I do? I clench my fists and glue my eyes shut, blocking out everything. The feeling of a hand tapping me on the shoulder and a 'Mr Malik?' drags me from my thoughts. I open my eyes and spin slowly, bracing myself for the worst. A young woman stands there, smiling widely at me.
"Congratulations," She beams, stepping to the side and allowing me to see Simmie on the hospital bed.
"Zayn," She whispers, eyes full of love. In her arms was a tiny wrinkly body; squirming in the light. I hold my breath as I slowly walk over, in complete awe of the beautiful creature in my wife's arms.
"She's beautiful isn't she," Simmie breathes, smiling down at the baby. All I can do is nod. I couldn't believe we were parents... actual parents now. It felt so... right and wonderful.
"Would you like to hold him?" Another nurse asks softly from beside me. I bite my lip and nod, terrified. I was surely going to drop him or hurt him and...
My feelings cut off once his small body is in my own arms. Cradling him close to my chest, instant protectiveness comes over me. I look down in shock at the baby. His closed eyelids, dark thick lashes spreading out over his plump cheeks and his tiny pink lips pressed tightly together in a blissful silence.
"He's..." I trail off, unable to find the right words.
"Swap?" Simmie suggests, playful smile on her lips, lighting up her tired face. I nod and smile too, carefully handing her him and her handing me her. I smile again in shock as the baby girl's tiny hand grips around my forefinger.
"Look," I whisper in awe, turning so Simmie can see my hands. She smiles warmly, pure joy on her face. I bend down and plant a gentle kiss on my daughter's forehead; promising in my head to protect her no matter what. 

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