(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?



32. Punk-ass Jerk

***Niall's POV***

Chasing after Mollie and Simmie, I feel satisfaction in seeing that guy on the floor. No man should hit a women.

Running up the stairs to their apartment, Zayn keeping up with me. We stop outside their apartment door. Zayn bangs on the door, anger radiating off of him in waves. We look both ways, hoods up.

Simmie rips the door open and we barge past. She growls at us, as we brush past. I run over to Mollie, making sure she's okay. I run my hands over her body, checking for injuries. I ask her what happened. She silences me and turns me around to witness Zayn and Simmie. Fighting. Oh dear.

Mollie walks back into me and I wrap my arms around her, pushing my face into the crook of her neck. Looking down, I see my brand; red against her glowing ivory skin. Kissing the spot once, I bury my chin against her throat, watching the scene in front of me.

Zayn's trying to make sure she's okay and she's pushing him away. Has she got something to hide? She stands there, her hands on her hips, fire burning in her eyes. Zayn's trying not to find this sexy; its quite funny actually, watching him trying not to kiss her and stay mad at her. She just said something about not being able to be fixed before leaving Zayn speechless, his eyebrows at his hairline and his jaw on the floor. Not getting an answer, Simmie walks away, obviously sick of this argument.

Zayn turns to Mollie and me, his hands in his pockets as he tries to figure out what just happened. Mollie, taking pity on us both, sighs and leads me to sofa, Zayn following.

Zayn and I both sit on the sofa while Mollie, paces infront of us. If she's going to tell us something, I'll find it even harder to concentrate. Her long slim legs make it so she only gets about three strides before she turns back around and paces some more.
"Look," she says, still pacing," it's not my place to say and she doesn't know that I know. That guy is her ex-boyfriend. The last she saw of him was when they broke up. We trust each other with everything so when I asked her what happened with, she just shrugged her shoulders at me. One day, she was walking around in shorts and underwear not knowing I was there and I saw a broken rib, surrounded by bruises."

Zayn makes a move to get up and go to Simmie but Mollie holds up a hand, inviting silence as well as for him to stay. Continuing she says, looking down to her lap where she's fiddling with her nails.

"I think they got into a fight. She had her wrist bound up for a week. She hasn't been training for six months."
"Training?" Zayn asks, curiosity masking his anger.
"Yeah, she's been kickboxing for nearly a decade. She hasn't been since her rib broke and god knows what else . And her aunts died and she's had a lot of family stuff falling on her. She's trying to hide it from me and us, I guess. But she forgets I know her so well." She says smiling with a humourless laugh.

Zayn gets up from the sofa and runs into Simmie's room. Mollie doesn't stop him.


"Come here." I say to Mollie, patting my lap and holding my arms out. She walks over sits hesitantly down, wriggling around to get comfortable. She presses her cheek into my chest, her head fitting flawlessly under my chin, her legs stretching out on to the sofa.
"Did I do the right thing Niall?" She whispers against my chest. Moving my head back, she looks up at me with big brown eyes, full of unshed tears.
"Angel, you did the right thing. She'll tell you in time. She has a lot on her plate right now, right? Some punk-ass jerk is probably the least of her problems." I add smiling down. She chuckled before pressing her lips against my cheek.

An image flashes through my mind. Her. Four days ago. On my bed. Her hair was spread around her, framing her gorgeous face. Like an angel. Like she belongs there. With me. Her body entwined with mine. Hands sliding over skin, her scent surrounding me, branding me-
"Did you want dinner Niall?" She asks, getting ready to get up. "I haven't had any so it's no trouble."
Nodding, I follow her to the kitchenette.


After we've eaten, Mollie leads me to her room. Laying back on her bed, I pull her on me.
"Come over here angel."
Wrapping her arms around my neck, my arms rope around her waist, pressing us together. I'm content, just holding her together.
"I don't have a lecture until the afternoon but I'm free before and after. If you want, you can stay the night."
Snuggling her closer, I kiss the top of her head. "If you're sure." She smiles against my chest before getting up to face me.

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