(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?



1. Tube


**Niall's POV**


I was on the Tube with Zayn. I've never been proper sight seeing in London before, believe it or not. Zayn said he'd take me today. In the heat of summer. 
It would be absolutely great if I wasn't buried in so many clothes. 

All that faded though, standing on platform three. I saw the most stunning girl. 

She was hidden behind another buxom girl, the secrets of a flower. The girl had jet black hair, cascading like waves down her back. I think she was off to work; given her black jacket, white lily blouse open at the throat, promising everything yet revealing nothing and a black pencil skirt. Her feet were encased in 'don't mess with me' Doc Martens and her shapely legs in black stockings. 
But she wasn't the focus of my attention. The shy girl hiding behind her was. 
The hustle and bustle of the Tube station was all forgotten as the time, limited for me, stopped as I assessed her. 

Her feet were encased in battered black converse, the laces which were once white, turning grey with age. Her legs endless and shapely yet slim were shown through black skinny jeans, faded and at risk of ripping at the knee. Her black polo shirt fitted her like a glove. Her beautiful hair, brown like chestnuts and brushing like whispers across her shoulders, reflected the harsh light of the Tube, covered her face but I could just see the end of her cute button nose just peeking out to tease me. 

As the train came whistling past us, stopping at her and her friend, I saw the faintest hint of sparkling chocolate brown eyes. Cliche I know, but they're the only way to describe them. 

The train began to move again, climbing steadily up to full speed, the speed she walked out of my life. 


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