(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?



26. The Best

***Simmie's POV***


Zayn comes back to the sofa, chuckling to himself.

“They're all over each other.”

I  genuinely smile, glad that she's finally happy.

“Well, I need to go. I'm sorry.” I get up and walk to the door. “Call me.” I say over my shoulder.

“Wait, princess.” I hear him chase after me desperation in his voice.

“Yeah?” I ask, turning around to face him. I'm shocked he called me 'princess'.

“I'll come with you.” he says, writing a note on the counter and grabbing his phone and wallet. Tucking them into his back pocket he adds, “I don't want you to spend the day alone.” He looks at me and smiles before finishing with, “I owe you brunch.”


Taking his offered hand, I let him lead me out the apartment.



He takes me to a little café for brunch. We share a delicious stack of pancakes drowning in maple syrup over coffee whilst swapping stories. I offered to pay half, but he smiles at me and says 'it's my treat princess'. I really do feel like a princess around him. Sliding out of the booth, I notice how empty London is on a Saturday morning. Everyone's still sleeping of Friday night. Smiling to myself, I hold Zayn's hands before walking back to my apartment to clean it.


Zayn wouldn't let me clean the apartment alone. He cleans it with me. He's such a gentleman, the way he acts around me, holding doors open for me and others. I'm so lucky.


“Here pass me that.”

Zayn says, over the music, pointing for the feather-duster on the counter. As soon as we came in the door (which he opened for me again), I asked him to put his iPhone in the docking station. It's strange how our music tastes are so similar.

We've nearly finished cleaning the apartment, we've hoovered the rugs and emptied the bins. Now I’m moping the floors I pass it to him, wondering what he wants to do with it.

He begins to dust around the shelves and I drop the mop on the floor, along with my bottom jaw. Zayn Malik. Cleaning. What.

“What? Are you okay?” he asks panicked and innocently.

“Oh nothing. Um, I’m fine thanks.”

“Oh okay,” he looks relieved. “I'll go shopping with you afterwards.”

I nod my agreement, shocked at this. Picking up the mop, I resume what I was doing.



We're heading back to his apartment. He took me to get the weekly shop from Tesco. I managed to distract him enough to pay for it without having him to. When we got back to my apartment, he helped me put everything away; taking stuff out of the bags and passing them to me. Today has been by far one of the best of my life.


Dusk is settling around us as we walk hand in hand to his apartment in comfortable silence. I feel the city begin to wake up with neon lights and day stores shutting for the day. It's ten pm.


Walking up the steps to his apartment, he lets go off my hand and we stop. I look at him, confused. He smiles down at me, bends down as if to kiss me but actually picks me up. Bridal style. Planting a kiss on my forehead he whispers 'princess' before carrying me up the stairs.

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