(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?



55. Under Siege



***Niall's POV***

Looking out over the top if the turrets, I see it approaching.

Mollie took me to Rochester castle for a concert called "under siege". It's a massive free concert. Now it's over and the crowds are dispersing, I take her hand and lead her through the castle. Seeing what I ordered on the horizon, I lead her as high up on the castle as I can.

The timing perfect, I see it get bigger the horizon. Sprinting down the stairs to her, I lead her out to the grass ahead. "Close your eyes." I whisper softly into her ear before putting my hands infront of her eyes.


I hear a whoosh as it drops to the ground. Smiling, I take my hands from her face and lace my fingers through hers. 

"Open." I whisper in her ear.

Her eyes flutter open as they take it in. A purple hot air balloon. Grinning, I let go of her hand, lifting her bridal style in my arms. Setting her down on her feet, her hand flies to her mouth as she takes it in. She stands by the edge so I stand behind her, my hands resting on the lip either side of her, caging her to me. Kissing the side of face, she pushes back into me. I wrap my arms around her. 


Feeling the box burning a hole in my pocket, I watch on the horizon as we lift off the ground. Mollie jerks into me as we lift of the ground and I squeeze her a little tighter.


After holding in my arms for while, I'm content with her, there, in silence. She has this way to calm me. That's why I love her. I see the breaking of dawn rising on the horizon. There's my cue. 

"I love you Mollie." I whisper into her ear. "I love you so much." I whisper against her mouth, before peppering her jaw with kisses.

"I love you too. So much Nialler." She whispers, looking up at me, her hands reaching up to behind my head to my nape. She winds her fingers through my hair just how I like it. Softly moaning, I ask her.


Getting down on one knee, I reach into my back pocket. Pulling out the red box, I feel her big brown eyes tracing my movements. 

"Mollie," I nervously start, "I love you. Will you do me the greatest honour and be my wife? Marry me Mollie."

Her hand flies to her mouth as tears start to cloud her eyes, glassing them over.

I open the lid as the sun rises, its rays catching the princess cut diamond on a gold band, smiling.


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