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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44. The Note

***Zayn's POV***

I slam a fist into the wall, searing pain classing through my knuckles.
What had I done?
I'd caused her so much pain when all I'd wanted to do was be there for her. I was meant to be the one she could turn to, not run away from. I didn't even know where she was. Mollie and Niall had left too with no explanation apart from they were going to a wedding.
What had I done?
I had to go round there. I had to make sure she wasn't back.
It was Monday and she'd been gone for a week. I pick up a piece of paper and scribble a note, preparing to leave it if she refused to speak or wasnt there. I rush over and bang on the door. No answer. I try again. Nothing. I finally give up and bend down, poking the note underneath the door. As I'm about to head down the stairs, the door flies open. Mollie stands there; note gripped tightly in her hand.
"Is that all you have to say to her?" She demands, shaking it around. I shrug and run a hand through my hair. She was fuming. She had a right to be, too. I'd hurt her bestfriend. Big time.
"Mollie please," I try to reason with her but she was red in the face.
"She opened up to you, Zayn! She never does that! Not with anyone! It took me years to gain her trust and boost her confidence! She acts like she doesn't care but I've seen how much it hurts her, Zayn! She broke down in tears last night. She never does that, even with funerals. She's been silent, jaded again. She's a good actor, she fooled all of us. She won't talk to anyone anymore, she barely talks to me. You ruined her when she has enough without you. All of this. All because of you!" She was shouting, her anger and words kicking me in the face, her hands on her hips.
"I don't know what to do," I admit, looking down at the floor, not knowing what to say.
"Tell her the truth," she says, her voice lower this time. She sighs one more time before throwing the note back at me and slowly closing the door, shaking her head at me.

I stand there, playing this through in my mind as the note gracefully flutters to my feet.

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