It Was Meant To Be

Molly dreams of two things: getting into her first-choice university and finding true love. Music-loving slacker Zayn also dreams of two things:winning the battle of the bands- and winning Molly.He is determined to make her fall in love with him.


27. Soul Mates

Soul Mates

7th November, 3.23pm

Zayn's POV

There's a high probability that I'm bringing this up too soon. I never meant to push it like this but I can't help myself.

So I say it.

"Do you believe in sole mates?" It's such an atypical guy question but there's no other way to explain what's happening with us and Molly knows I'm not your typical guy.

Molly is examining the Dots board. It's the paper I started to fill in a couple weeks ago. Now the paper is covered with dots in neat rows and columns. The goal of dots is to draw more squares than the person you're playing against. When it's your turn, you get to draw one line, connecting two consecutive dots. You can't do diagonal lines. If you complete the fourth side of a square when you draw your line, then you get that square and you put your initials inside. Every time you finish a square, you get to draw another line.  The fun part is when you're on a roll and you make a whole bunch of squares in one turn. We've been continuing the same Dots game whenever we finish class early.

"Yeah," Molly says. "Absolutely." She connects two dots. "Don't you?"

"Yeah. I do." My face is like an open book. She must totally know how I feel.

Molly blinks. She looks down at the Dots board. Her cheeks are sort of pink.

"Oh. Right."

I pretend to examine the board but I'm really trying to figure out what possible words I could put together to equal the magical thing she needs to hear to know that we belong together.

"I think it's important not to settle." Molly says.

"You should never settle." But what I really want to say is, So then why are you with an asshole like Andrew?  "Settling is a guaranteed approach to unhappiness."

"Exactly. Like people who go out with anyone just to be with someone. It's like they'd rather be unhappy than be alone."

"Or even just staying with someone when they know there's someone else out there who's better for them."

Molly smiles this little half smile. She nods slowly. "There's that, too."

"There is that."

"Sure is."

Then we're just sitting there, staring at each other. Which has been happening a lot lately. It's like whatever wall there was between us, however she was holding back from me...all of that pretence is gone.

"And when you find a soul mate," Molly says, "it's undeniable. You have to be together."

"That's my philosophy." I look back at her. "You have to go with the flow."

"Exactly. I think universe guides you to make the right choices."

"Do you believe in fate?"

"I's more about creating the life you want so you can make that fate a reality. You know?"

"Yeah." I love how she's so Zen. "Can I have your number?"

Molly doesn't say anything for a long time. I can see her breathing. My heart pounds with dread. I try to convince myself that I shouldn't be surprised when she says no.

She flips to a new page in my notebook. She rips the bottom corner off.

She's doing it.

Molly writes her number down. She folds the paper. Then she turns my hand over, presses the paper into my palm, and bends my fingers around the paper.

"OK," she says.


"It's my home number," she says. "I don't have a mobile."

"Me neither. I think they're heinous."

"Same here!"

"Who needs to talk to other people that much?"

"I know!"

The bell rings.

"Are you staying after?" I ask.

"It's possible."

"If you were possibly staying after, where would you be?"

"I'd be in the physics room. Possibly."

That's where I find her half an hour later.

"Hey," I say.


I walk over and stand next to her. It's hard to resist touching her. We look out of the window.

"I love how you can see the Bradford Cathedral." she says.

"That is the only reason I come in here. It's such a rush."


It's very quiet. No one else is around.

"We stand there for a long time without talking. Like, three whole minutes.

I look at her.

She looks at me.

I say, "Favourite tree?" Molly told me about the Game of Favourites. It rocks. In class, we alternate between Dots and Favourites. So far we've had the same favourite things almost every time. It's bizarre how much we have in common.

"Weeping willow."


"They always look so sad."


"Favourite ice-cream flavour?"

"Mint choc chip."

"Mine, too!"

"No way."


"How are you getting home?"

"Oh, um...I'll wait for the late bus."

Here's what I really want to say:

Let's go under the stairs so I can rip your clothes off.

Here's what I actually say:

"Can I drive you?"

"Ok. Thanks."

All of my organs slam against the front of my stomach.

We walk down the hall so closely I can feel her body heat. We're the only ones still here except for a few teachers with no lives.

Mr Hornby passes us. "Aha! Discussing that piece from class today, are we?"

"Exactly," I say.

"Terrific." Mr Hornby scoots down the hall.

At the front doors, I button my coat. Molly's trying to zip her hoodie, only it won't zip.

"Here." I put my hands over her hands on the zip. I slowly pull the zip up. "Watch your hair."

"Yeah." She lifts her hair out of the way.

All I can think about is kissing her.

We walk to my car. All of these ideas about what could happen on the ride home spin around in my brain.

"What kind of car is this?" Molly says.

"It's a Chevy Malibu. Are you into cars?"

"Not especially."

"Me, neither. That's why I have this one." I open the door for her.


"You're welcome." I make sure her scarf is in before I close the door.

When I start the car, music blasts from the speakers. I quickly reach over and turn it down.

"Who is this?" Molly says.

"You don't know McFly?"

"No, but I've heard of them."

"I'll let you borrow it. They're phenomenal."

"Thanks. Hey, so, what are you doing over break?"

I pull out on to Pine Street. "Oh, you know, the usual. Survive too many family visits. Do the expected holiday crap." I glance over at her. "As if Christmas won't be enough torture."

"Totally!" she yells. "Sitting though another fake happy family scene is the worst form of torture that exists. Well, except maybe for gym."

"I can think of worse forms." Like how I have to watch Andrew put his hands all over you every single day. That asshole.

Molly's quiet for a while. Then she says, "Yeah. I can't stand my mum."


"She ignores me. It's like I'm not even there or if she remembers that I exist, all I hear about is how I ruined her life."

"That's messed up."

"Tell me about it. It's so hard to deal with a single parent. They take out all their anxiety on you. It's like, she's so angry all the time and I didn't even do anything!"

"That's so wrong."


"Where's your dad?"

"I don't know. My mum had me when she was still in high school, so..."

"You don't see him at all?"

"No, and I don't want to. I have no interest in maintaining a relationship with someone who didn't love me enough to stick around."

"That's rough. My dad's been on my case about college, but he's a decent person." I pop the McFly CD out and put in The Cure.

"Please," Molly says. "I wish my mum noticed how hard I work. I could be Shania and she still wouldn't say anything."

Trees whizz by in silence but it's not like that kind of uncomfortable silence U always had with Cynthia where it felt like we were both struggling to think of something to say. It's a peaceful silence. Like we don't have to constantly be talking to prove that everything's OK. It just is.

I pull into Molly's driveway. I panic that she might not ask me to come in. Then I panic that she might.

"Well..." I want to say so much all at once. Everything's all scrambled together.

"Thanks for the ride," Molly says.

"Of course."

"So.." She looks over at me.

All rational thought processes disintegrate. I start to lean towards her.

"Thanks again," she says.

"Anytime," I say.

I lean over some more...

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