(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?



9. The Photo

***Simmie's POV***

When I heard Niall's voice at the door, I couldn't resist from checking if Zayn was there with him.  Walking calmly over there before I gave myself the chance to second guess my actions, I saw just a massive bouquet. With legs. 

Hating myself for it, I quickly smiled before hiding it under my hardened gaze. How dare they turn up like this? Mollie and I aren't even properly dressed.  I find myself ruffling through the freezer looking for any reminisces of ice cream. Coming up short I ask if anyone wants a beer.

To my surprise, Zayn says yes. 

I knew Mollie didn't drink beer and I wasn't sure about Niall but Zayn? Really?

I guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, hey? I can hear him sitting on one of the bar stools behind the breakfast bar. Luckily, he can't see my red face because he's a) behind and b) presented with my rear in his face.

Wait. What?

Quickly getting up (and willing my face to cool down) I grab a bottle of beer and a glass for the cupboard to my left. Knowing my luck, my favourite tee's getting a bit too small so every time I reach up, I flash of half my rib cage.

Setting them down in front of him on the black marble counter top, I look at him for his reaction, expecting him to be looking at the surroundings or something. But he's looking at me.  Turning around, to get my own bottle back, I catch a glimpse of myself in my reflection on the chrome oven. My shirts clean and my sweats are fresh out the clean pile. I don't have anything on my face and my hairs pretty tame so why's he looking at me like that? My bottle retrieved, I drag a chair up opposite him and sit down, resting my bare feet on the bar underneath. I find the courage to look up at him, and I find him still studying me; his eyes never left me. 

Staring at his eyes was a mistake. 

They were brown, a beautiful beautiful brown. Saying they were flawless would be an understatement. They were dark, almost as dark as my own black ones but the soft lighting of my kitchenette above us gave them flecks of pure gold. 

Before I was completely lost in them, I found myself rudely blurting out how did they find us?  Zayn threw his head back, laughing like a little kid, exposing his neck.

Why did I have the urge to kiss it?

No Sim, stay focused chick.  After he's finished his bout of laughter, he tells me it was the cleaner at Costa. She told him where Mollie lived and that's how he found us. Oh. June. She never liked me anyway.  Tersely nodding my acknowledgement, I went back to picking the label at my beer bottle. I could still feel him looking at me with those intense eyes. Is it bad I wasn't paying full attention to him?

I heard the words but his voice. Oh god.

It was so deep and enrapturing that he could read me the phone book and I wouldn't fall asleep.  My ears pricked up at Niall saying my name. Glancin briefly up, I saw what he was looking at. The picture of me, Mollie and him. 


 I found myself yelling Mollie not to tell him anything. I'm not strong enough to face that yet. I forgot it was there in all honesty. But telling that story will put me to tears. Crying in front of people isn't something I'm fond of and I've never made a habit of it. I'm not about to start now.

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