Twisted (Niall/Harry) {IN EDITING}

four.

Chapter 4:

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We find a parking spot in the airport parking lot. Paul shuts off the van and Liam is the first one out and Harry second. The sudden blast of cold air gives my skin goose bumps.

I go to the trunk, Harry and Liam are getting out the luggage and setting them on the concrete. Liam looks at me,"Claire can you get the door?" his hands find his and my duffle bag and Niall grabs his small bag and my suit cases."Sure." I say as they both go around to the side of the van getting things from the front seat. 

I reach up to the door, my shirt and Harry's sweatshirt rising above my naval, exposing a good portion of my stomach. Before I could grasp the door I feel two warm hands press against my bare sides. I turn around and Harry is looking at me, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixated on mine. I try pulling the sweatshirt down but Harry stops me. One of his hands come up and lift up the sweatshirt again. Heat rises off my cheeks. He clears his throat,

"What the hell are these?" His voice stern but quiet. He was referring to my tattoo on my hip and naval piercing. I sigh and inch his hands away, but he grasps my wrist and looks me dead on. 

"Nothing-"

"Well it's defiantly something." He interrupts me, but his voice is still stern and quiet.

He let's go of my wrists. His eyes flicker toward the front of the car. He soft brown curls fly in front of his eyes. He pushes them out of the way and looks at me again. "It's not a big deal." I say.

"Not a big deal?" Harry steps toward me. "Liam's going to flip shit when he finds out, you know how he is. You've got them and you never told him. Besides why didn't you tell me? Or Louis?" 

I let out a breath and lick my lips. "Well I never got the time to because you guys were always too busy to talk. Plus Louis knows I wanted them, we discussed what tattoo I should get and were, but he doesn't know I got it." I turn around and shut the door on the trunk. 

"You're going to have to tell Liam sometime. If you keep this from him, he'll just be more pissed off." Harry states while grabbing his bag. "Either way he'll be pissed. I'll find the right time to tell him." I say.

"Alright guys, let's get going." Paul says while coming around from the side of the van. Niall and Liam behind him, carrying my luggage.

We all walk up to the double doors to the airport and enter the main area. We make our way to Customs and they check our bags and passports. After that we head over to our terminal and sit down in the seats and Niall's already off to search for food. Paul sits next to me and Liam is on the other side. Harry is sat in front of me.

His eyes never leave me.