Twisted (Niall/Harry) {IN EDITING}

six.

Chapter 6:

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We've been on the plane for about an hour and a half now, my body refusing to sit still. I squirm in my seat, my head pounding from the air pressure. I groan loudly. My head lands on Niall's shoulder, and my arms wrap around his arm that is on the arm rest. He turns his attention away from his IPad and he looks at me, braced smile spreading across his face,"What's the matter love?" he questions taking a hold of one of my hands, fiddling with my fingers.

 "My head is killing me." My voice breathy. I position my head on his shoulder more comfortably, Niall places his head gently on top of mind,"I'm sorry Babe, try to settle down a bit and relax, you've been squirmy the last 2 hours." A hint of laughter in his voice.

 He kisses my forehead and his lips linger there for a moment. I look down at our hands that were intertwined with each other, admiring how our hands fit perfectly together. I slowly take my hand away, making his hand open. My finger tips trace over the lines on his palm, going all the way down to his wrist full of bracelets and up to the end of his fingers. I look at his fingertips, they each had calluses from playing his guitar so much. A small smile inches across my lips as I touch each one tenderly, memories of him playing his guitar in the backyard on warm summer days, by the fire outside on cool fall days, and in the warm living room during the winter time. His sweet strumming so calm and gentle, it made my heart flutter and my eye lids grow weak.

 I lift my head slightly off his shoulder and look at his face. He turns slowly and looks at me back, his bill on his hat bumping my forehead making us both giggle. 

 "Are you ok?" His voice quiet, sweet breath blowing at my face, eyes searching me. I sit up a little higher, my eyes never leaving his," Just peachy." I smile and he smiles back."Good, so you wouldn't mind of I did this?" He leans even more close to me, my eyes widen as he cocks an eye brow and I feel his hands on my waist. He starts tickling me.

 I squirm around, trying to get away from his hands, and trying not to make much noise. I hold in my laughter, my face boiling, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. I gasp loudly and my laugh echoes through the plane. All eyes stare at me and I see Harry in the aisle seat looking at us , his eye brows scrunched together while his mouth is open slightly with a smile. Liam leans forward and looks past Harry to us and starts laughing."Ok Niall stop or else she gonna pass out." Liam looks at Niall.

 Niall stops and turns his head around to Liam then looks at me, he starts laughing and his hand reaches for a tear that was slowly gliding down my cheek.

 "You look like a mess." He snorts out."Yeah all thanks to YOU." I emphasize the "You" and hit him in his chest. He leans back in his seat and lets out a long breath. I do the same, then I see Harry looking at me from the aisle seat Diagonal from us. He mouths

 "You need to show him."

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"Now?" I mouth to Harry and look to Niall who has his hat down covering his eyes. Harry looks back in his seat, then looks back at me,"Now." he simply states while clenching his jaw, his green orbs wondering up and down the aisle.

"What about Liam?" Harry looks back at Liam in his seat and whips his head around,"He fell asleep, I don't think he will wake till later." He quietly whispers.

 I look at Niall, then back at Harry. He nods his head toward the bathroom at the back of the plane. I sigh. I gently grab Nialls hat and pull it off his eyes and set it down on the floor. He squints his eyes at me then he ruffles his hands through the sides of his hair, making it a messy but cute look. "Niall?" he sits up fully and turns his torso toward me."What is it Claire?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I say fiddling with my fingers."Yeah sure-"

 "In private." I mummer.

 He looks at me, his brows furrowed together. His tongue runs across the top braces on his teeth. I stand up and grab him by his arm, he stumbles up and into the aisle. I put my hands on his back, pushing him slightly toward the toilet, his back muscles tightening under my palms.

 We make it to the door, and he stops suddenly and turns around to face me. Before I let him say anything I go past him and grasp on to the handle of the door, opening it. I pull at his arm and he goes inside. I look down the aisle and see Harry staring at me. My eyes trail the other passengers, receiving dirty looks. I roll my eyes and go into the lightly dimmed bathroom.

 Niall leans his body up against the wall, as his fingers fiddle with his belt loops on his jeans."What the hell are we doing in here?" His was voice quiet.

 The lightly dimmed lights where illuminating his hair making the blonde stand out. I look at him. My hand finds his white shirt, grasping the fabric, pulling him closer to me. He stumbles toward me, his body crashing me into the wall. His hands are on either side of me on the wall, and I can see light pink rushing across his cheeks. His hands slowly run down the wall and find his sides.

 "I need to show you something." My voice shaky. Why am I all of a sudden nervous with him?

 I put my hand on his stomach, gently pushing him back a little bit so I have some room. I let my hands find the end of Harrys sweatshirt and my long sleeve shirt. I watch Niall intently, his eyes watching my every move. I slowly start pulling up the shirts and I see Nialls face grow a darker shade of crimson and his breath hitches. I pull them up to right under my bra, sudden cool air hitting my stomach.

 He lets out a shaky short breath and he looks at me, his eyes boring into mine. He steps closer to me, to where I can feel his breath on my forehead. I feel one of his hands grip my bare side, giving it a burning sensation. He looks down to my stomach, His finger tips trace the lettering on my hip with his other hand, making goose bumps appear all over my body. Then his fingers brush over my naval piercing, making me shutter. He looks up at me, his once sky blue colored eyes now a dark ocean color.

 "When did you get these?" his voice monotone, his fingers not leaving my stomach, I feel a sudden harder pressure over my tattoo. My breath hitches "About a month ago." His jaw clenches and he retreats his hands away from my exposed stomach and I inch my shirts down. He stays close to me but he won't look at my face."Did you tell Liam?" his voice still monotone.

"No just you and Harry." I squeak out. He looks down at me."Are you mad?" I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper. Niall sighs and wraps his arms around me in a hug."Of course I'm not." he whispers into my hair "Why would I be?" I let out a sigh of relief and place my hands on his chest and fiddle with his sleeve on his arm,

"I don't know... I just thought you would be pissed off because I didn't tell you sooner."

 "I'm not mad, just a little disappointed. Liam's the one that's going to be pissed off-"

 "I know, I know I already been through this with Harry." I giggle and I let go of him, his eyes light in color now."I honestly don't see what the big deal is-" Niall starts.

 "The big deal is, is I'm Liam's little cousin. I shouldn't be getting a piercing and a tattoo without telling him and I'm supposed to be the responsible good little cousin of his." My voice annoyed as I roll my eyes."Your Seventeen. Shouldn't you be making your own decisions?" Niall chuckles.

 "Apparently I can't until I'm "Eighteen"" I say making quotations with my fingers. I lean up against the door, crossing my arms over my chest. Niall laughs and runs his fingers through his hair.

 "Well you need to tell him soon, that's all I'm going to say. We should probably go sit back down, it's getting kinda stuffy in here." he takes a hold of his shirt and shakes it airing himself, a small trickle of sweat on his forehead. I agree with him and I grasp the handle, opening the door. My face meets a chest... An oh-so familiar one. The sudden contact makes me freeze. Niall is squeezed against my back and I feel him tense, his hand grabs my forearm. I see Harry quickly walking from behind the chest, his face all of a sudden scared and frantic. I bit my bottom lip and slowly look up.

 I'm startled by the dark brown eyes that are towering over me.

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A/N: Dun Dun Dun! Oooh how I love suspense.