(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?



67. Tell her

***Niall's POV***

I need to tell her. I have to. I have three days.

The constant beep of my laptop makes me walk across the room to where I'd set up my laptop. Seeing Zayn's call on Skype, I pick it up and fake my smile.
"Hi Niall!" Simmie chirps from Zayn's lap.
"Hey guys." I grumble back, resting my chin on my hand.
"Have you told her, Nialler?" Zayn says bluntly, his face stern.
"No." I groan, massaging my temples, short of banging my head on the table.
"She doesn't know your going on tour in three days!" Simmie screams, jumping up from Zayn's lap.
"She's going to be so pissed! Tell her tell her now or I will Niall!"
"We had a discussion about it before..." My mind flickers back to the Thames and the bridge.
"You have the nerve to smile about this?!" Simmie screams at me and I instantly wince.
"I need to tell her."
"No shit Sherlock." She says before leaning back into Zayn, the fight tiring out from her pregnant body. Zayn mouths 'sorry but she's right' in the camera as I hear someone bundle up the stairs to our home.
"Talk to you later guys, my babies are home." I say before ending the call, effectively cutting off their replies.


I bring Mollie some fresh strawberries I'd picked up from the local market on the way home with a large tumbler of her favourite tropical juice. She looks at me funny as she takes me in. Dark roots and a two day beard. Wrinkled clothes with my hair sticking up in every which way from me constantly running my fingers through it. Her few month pregnant belly was sticking out slightly and I remember our first doctors appointment is in a few weeks time.
"What's wrong Niall?" She asks me all innocently. I promised myself not to leave her for anything but I have to. I don't know what to do as I feel the frustration boil through me.
"Nothing." I scream at her, instantly regretting it as I see her eyes glass over and her look down at the strawberries on her lap.
"Mollie honey I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap." I plead, close to going on my knees before her.
"Tell me Niall." She nervously whispers, begging  me.
Taking a deep breath I steel myself.
"I'm going on tour in three days."

Her face falls and so do my eyelids as I brace myself.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...