(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?



62. Tours and The Thames

***Niall's POV***

I'm not going on tour.”

Mollie and I are walking down the Thames, hand in hand. I can smell the salt lingering in the air, the salty breeze tugging Mollie's hair from her face back, making her cute little button nose red. She snuggles further into her scarf, the fluffiness of it shocking against her thin tee. We'll be married tomorrow and I didn’t think I could love her more but I do. She's been glowing for a while and I don't know what it is. Maybe-

Yes. Yes, you are.” she says, still holding my hand.
I'm not going without you.” I counter, my grip tightening.
I can't go.” I look upwards, seeing the clouds growing darker and storming across the once blue sky.
Neither will I.” I say, stubbornly.

I begin to steer her towards the car and she tears her hand from mine.

Mollie. Get in the car.” I growl at her, annoyed, ripping the car door open for her. I can feel the first tears of rain on me. Getting inpatient, I see her stubbornly cross her arms over her chest.

You can't tell me what to do Niall.” she says, her gaze level with mine.

I slam the car and walk around to my side, throwing the door open before chucking myself in the car. I was gripping the keys so tightly, the imprint of them was printed onto my palm. Putting the car in gear, I drive away fuming, leaving my wife behind me.

The rain was coming down in buckets, soaking me in minutes.

It's been an hour and Mollie hadn't come home yet. I'm so worried about her, even though she wont see it from my view.

Mollie.” I say, along the bridge, constantly.

My hair was matting to my face, my tee shirt sticking to my skin. Searching frantically for her, I see a curled figure over by the railings.
"Mollie." I say, stripping my jacket. She turns around some more, her legs dangling over the edge, feet swinging.
"Go away." She says half-heartedly, through the tears. She's kind of choked up as if she's been crying. She's wrapping her arms around herself, trying to find some comfort without me.

Shaking my head, I watch her crawl tighter into a ball, her engagement ring flickering in the scarce light, reminding me what I'm fighting for. Her. Love. Happiness. Forever. I lay my jacket over her shoulders; her clothes are soaked, making them see through...

Focus Niall.

She shrugs it off and it drops lifelessly to the floor. I kneel behind her, starting to wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her neck.

"I'm sorry." I whisper softly into her neck.

She shrugs me off and my arms drop back to my sides. Sitting back on my haunches, I take it all in and make a life changing decision.

Sliding under the rail, I slip my body down on my belly so I'm holding on to the rail, my body hanging over the Thames. I dare not look down.

For the first time, I see her tear streaked face looking at me. Her eyes are red and swollen matching her nose; her make-up streaming like the river below me. Her hair is matted to her face and her shoulders; her clothes drenched and pressed to her skin, showing me her breathtaking figure and her bra.
"Niall what the hell are you doing?" She hisses at me, dragging me from my thoughts, quickly getting to her feet and checking the bridge for people but its strangely empty.

"Forgive me Mollie." I say, "kiss me. Or I'll let go. I can't live without you."

I see panic rise through her, her face contorting and her hand flying to her mouth. I smile cheekily at her before teasing her by removing one finger at a time on my right hand, looking at her.

"Niall get up." She hisses at me again.
"Kiss me."

Beginning to lift my left hand pinkie, she hastily decides to grab the front of my shirt in a fist, pulling me up as she bends down to me. Slamming her lips to mine, I feel and taste the salt of her tears. I kiss her with everything I have and she puts her soul into it, woven like a spell around me.

Pulling myself up to my feet firmly on the bridge, I wrap my arms around her. My face is buried in the sweet crook of her neck, her face is pressed against my chest.

"I'm sorry." We both say in unison.


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