(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?



90. Push Him Away

***Zayn's POV***


Waking up the next morning, I leave Simmie with the twins whilst I head downstairs to make breakfast. Checking my phone, I see a text from Harry asking how it all went. I'd rang them all last night to let them know what was happening and they were all planning to come up to visit very soon.

"Hey," Simmie says gently, coming into the kitchen.

"Good morning, beautiful." I say with a grin, walking over and draping my arms around her. Cuddling her frame to my chest, I plant a kiss on the top of her head before the sound of one of the twins crying sounds down the stairs.

"I'll be right back." She sighs, letting go of me and heading up the stairs. I check my phone again as I switch on the kettle; seeing a text from Niall a few minutes after we fell asleep last night. He had stayed the night in his car in the car-park and was asking if I could bring a copy of the magazine with me if we came to visit this morning. I head out into the hall and find it scrunched up, abandoned on the floor. Bending to pick it up, I unfold it and frown down at the picture before stuffing it in the back pocket of my jeans. I head up the stairs and poke my head into Drew and Nikhil's room to find my wife dressing our baby daughter.

"I'm going to head down to the hospital," I tell her with a small smile, lifting up the magazine for her to see.

"Zayn, I don't think that's-" I cut her off with a shake of my head.

"It's fine, promise. I need to explain it to her." I say and she draws in a big breath with a nod.

"I guess. I doubt she'll want to see Niall at the moment." She agrees and I kiss her and the babies goodbye before pulling on a t-shirt and shoes and heading out of the front door.


"Mollie?" I call softly, opening the door to the hospital room. She looks up from where she's sitting cross-legged on the bed; Scarlett's tiny body cradled to her hospital-gown laden chest. 

"Hey, Zayn." She says quietly, smiling softly at me as I let the door swing shut gently.

"Is Niall still asleep?" I ask her as I make my way over to the end of the bed and watch as she begins to feed Scarlett. She nods and clears her throat.

"Why are you here, Zayn?" Mollie asks, looking at me with a face that tells me she's not in the mood for beating around the bush.

"This," I say finally, pulling the rolled up magazine from my back pocket and laying it down on the bed infront of her. She stares at it with a grimace for several long moments before sighing.

"I don't want to hear you're excuses for him." She says sternly, continuing to stare at it with a dead expression.

"I'm not here to make excuses, Mollie. I'm here to tell you the truth." I try my best to keep my voice calm but the pressure to defend Niall was quickly rising.

"I don't know if I can trust the truth, Zayn. I don't know what's going on anymore," She looks sadly down at Scarlett and she looks straight back up; bright eyes wide in awe at her mother.

"You can't just push him away." I say, raising my eyebrows at her. She sighs and shakes her head.

"I know... I don't want to... but what choice do I have? I mean, I don't want to be with someone if he's just going to lie constantly. When we got together I knew he would be jetting off constantly and going on tour a lot and I was quite content with that. What I'm not content with is being cheated on and having the whole world know about it because it's on the front pages of magazines!" She nearly shouts the last part, causing Scarlett to let out a small uncomfortable cry. Mollie returns her attention to her baby again and rocking her gently.

"I just can't do it, Zayn." She sighs, clearly exasperated with the whole situation. The poor girl had just given birth and had all of this to deal with too. 

"Mollie, Look." I go on to explain everything that happened, in a lot of detail.

"He was dying to get home, to get to you. He didn't shut up the whole way home." I chuckle slightly at his expense. Mollie just continues to stare at me, her expression not changing.

"Then when Simran rang and told him you were in labour... he... the look on his face was priceless.  It shifted from panic, fear, happiness to excitement and then to panic again. It was in that moment that I realised just how much he cares about you. How much he cares for this one too," I say, nodding at Scarlett in her arms.

"So I'll let you figure it out, bye, Mollie." I say and head out of the room. 

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