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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68. Paparazzi

***Mollie's POV***

"Angel?" Niall calls out, coming in to view at the sound of the door slamming shut. I had been chased by men with cameras all the way back from the shopping centre; not having enough space to breath.
"Here," I pant, out of breath.
"Mollie!" He rushes over to me and steadies to me as I sway slightly.
"What happened?" He asks, anxious eyes skimming over my body in search for anything wrong.
"I'm fine." I tell him, putting a hand over my racing heart. Ever since me and Niall had gone public with my pregnancy, the paparazzi had been non stop. At one point I couldn't even open the curtains.
"You're not," He denies, worry filling his tone. Gently, he leads me over to the sofa and I sit down.
"I am, Niall." I smile slightly but he still looks concerned. He rushes off into the kitchennette of out apartment and returns a few seconds later with a glass and bowl clutched in hands. He hands me the glass and I chuckle deeply; Tropical juice. I had always loved it as a kid but I hadn't had it in years. Since the pregnancy I'd been craving for it every few hours and I was surprised that they still made it.
"Thank you." I whisper gratefully, handing him the now empty glass back. He smiles and lays the bowl down in my lap. A bunch of bright red and plush strawberries lay in there; sugar covering them. I cross my legs and balance the bowl on my ever growing bump. Quite handy actually. I begin to eat them as Niall rushes around; tidying up. I can see his hands shaking quite violently and he kept mumbling to himself underneath his breath.
"Niall," I sigh, pausing the tv.
"More juice?" He asks with an impish grin, placing the stacks of my books onto the coffee table neatly.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Nothing," He shakes his head but doesn't meet my eyes.
"Niall."
"Nothing!" He shouts suddenly, making me jump. His eyes round out and his face goes pale.
"Molls, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap like that," He sighs and walks over to me. I shake my head, trying to shake the feeling that came with his pounding voice.
"It's okay." I murmur, picking at her nails and chewing on her lower lip.
"Please tell me, Niall." She plead, meeting his blue eyes. He bite his lip too and links our fingers together; running my thumb up and down his knuckles comfortingly. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
"We're going on tour in three days."
 

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