(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?



81. Washing him Away

***Mollie's POV***


"What is it?" I repeat, looking Simmie straight in the eyes. She keeps a straight face but I see the slight twitch in her mouth; showing she was uncomfortable. 

"Simmie," I sigh, going to reach for it. 

"No." She snatches it away from my hands and cuddles it to her chest.

"What is it?" I ask again. She sets her lips into a thin line. 

"Nothing." She says, turning so her back is facing me.

"Why won't you let me see it then?" I counter, lifting an eyebrow at her. I watch her body tense up and she finally turns to face me again; concerned look on her face.

"Mollie don't be ups-" She cuts off as I snatch it from her hands, eyes scanning the front page. Slowly, I drag my eyes down until they rest on Niall's face. Then another. A girl's. With Niall. 


"What the-" I stammer, not able to form words.

"Molls, please I promise you it's not-" Simmie tries to speak but her voice is cut off by the sound of the front door.

"Angel!" Niall's accent booms through the house as he rushes into the kitchen behind me. I clench my fists around the magazine and try to resist the urge to throw myself on to him.

"Angel?" He asks, placing a hand on my shoulder; turning me to face him. I shrug him off and bite down on my tongue, the bitter taste of blood seeping into my mouth.

"What is this?!" I shout, slamming the magazine into his chest, seeing red.

"What?" He asks, throwing the magazine on to the floor.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" He asks, shocked. 

"Not when that's on the front page!" I scream, pushing past him and into the hallway.

"Woo, Mollie what's wrong?" Zayn asks as I storm out of the front door. I don't answer him as I rush down the path and onto the street; not bothering to look behind me. 


Rain pelts down, soaking me. I was freezing. Alone. Angry. Sad.

I swear loudly and kick the nearest stone, watching in despair as it flies under the railings and into the Thames. I slump to the floor, thinking about how Niall hung off the edge of this bank to prove himself to me. So much for promises. I pick up another rock and pick it up, throwing it as far as possible. My eyes trail down after it as it sinks into the water with a blip. I pull Niall's jumper down over my hands and inhale the scent of him. More anger swarms through me; causing me to rip it from my body. I take it off; leaving myself in a thin vest top that makes my bump look even bigger. I screw the jumper up and throw it into the river; watching with satisfaction as it follows the stone, slowly sinking to the bottom. Tears swell in my eyes and spill down my cheeks; hot and fast. 

What was I going to do?


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