Twisted (Niall/Harry) {IN EDITING}

two.

Chapter 2:

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I gasp as two of the familiar faces come up from their chairs and grasp me in a hug.

"Give her some breathing room guys!"

That voice. That caring yet subtle voice that's always made me feel better when I was upset. That voice that always made me laugh till I can't breathe. That voice that I haven't heard for 6 months. His Wolverhampton accent drowned in my ears and I knew exactly who it was.

It was my cousin, Liam.

A huge smile spreads across my face. The pairs of hands let go of me and I see their faces. Its Niall and Harry with their cheeky grins. They move out of my sight and there I see Liam. His heart warming smile spreads across his face. My eyes trail his face, then his hair. I chuckle a bit when I see he got a buzz cut.

"Well don't just stand there! Come here!"

He spreads his arms open. I gladly except and my arms snake themselves around his torso, my hands meeting in the back. My head rest on his chest, while I breathe In his familiar sent that I have missed so much. His arms find around my shoulders and he places his hand on the back of my neck. His chin sits on the top of my head and he gives me a quick peck.

"I think its my turn now." A voice chirps up from behind me.

Liam chuckles, sending vibrations through his chest. He let's go of me and I turn my attention toward Niall. He has a little smirk on his face and he grabs me by the waist and crashes me into his chest. My head finds the crook of his neck while his head finds my shoulder. My hands fiddle with the ends of his hair and his finger tips graze a little under my shirt making me shiver slightly.

"I've missed you so much." Niall's sweet voice whispers in my ear, his grip tightening around my waist,

"I've missed you too." I whisper into his shoulder. He let's go of me and grabs behind my head and brings my forehead to his lips for a kiss. After we part, my eyes wander to Harry's emerald eyes.

"Hey babe" The words rolled of his tongue slowly and quietly, making my heartbeat nice and steady reminding me how much I missed his voice.

"Hello Harold." I chuckle.

He walks over to me, his palms press onto the small of my back while my hands find the back of his shoulder blades. His curls tickling my ear and neck making me giggle. A long breath of air release from his nose, traveling down my forehead. He kisses my temple and rests his head there for a moment, his eye lashes grazing my eye brow. His palms press harder into my back and his hands slowly move to my sides. We part and I stand back looking at all three of them.

"What are you guys doing here?" My voice cracking a bit and tears of joy prickling at my water line.

"Don't cry!" Niall says, coming over to my side, gently grasping my hand and giving it a squeeze.

"I mean, if your that disappointed to see us, we can just leave." I laugh and hit his arm.

"Of course I'm not disappointed, I'm just so happy to see you guys" I look at all three of them. My eyes stopping at Liam.

"We came to take you out of here for a bit. We just got off of tour not too long ago and we wanted to spend time with you when all of us were not preoccupied."

"Where's Louis and Zayn?"

"They're back in London, waiting for your arrival."

A wave of disappointment washed across my face. I was really hoping Louis was here with them. Louis, besides Liam, is who I really depend on more. But we haven't really contacted each other when their tour started to really hit off. We would talk every single night until it was late and the sun was already rising. We would laugh about the silliest things. He made me, me. He taught me to live life to the fullest and to not care what other people thought of me.

Then there's Zayn.

His calming voice that was always understanding and comforting when I just needed someone to talk to. His brown eyes that made me feel at ease and safe.

I've missed them.