Twisted (Niall/Harry) {IN EDITING}

eight.

Chapter 8:

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I spin around and my body froze. There he was. His jet black hair not in his usual quiff but natural so it hung just above his eyebrows. He wore his black rimmed hipster glasses that framed his dark brown eyes, a red plaid shirt and dark washed jeans hugged his hips. White teeth smirk ran a crossed his face. The luggage that was grasp firmly in my palms are now plopped on the marble floor. My feet take off in a sprint, tears of joy prickling at my water line. He starts to run toward me, his arms spread apart. I finally reach him, I jump into his arms and he engulfs me into a hug. His familiar scent of Ferrari black surrounds us and I burry my face into his neck, his stubble scratching my forehead. 

"I've missed you so much." He breathes into my hair, his grip tightening around me."I've missed you too." I squeak out, my tears staining his shirt. He pulls me back from his chest, his hands still on my hips and he looks at me. My fingertips run under my eyes, ridding the tears. Zayn laughs and removes his hands from my hips and places them on my face,"Don't cry love." he whispers and his thumbs run across my cheeks, getting rid of my tears. He pulls my head toward his lips, tenderly kissing my forehead. We part and I look at him,"Is Louis with you?" I question looking behind him, searching for some sign of sandy brown hair. 

Zayn laughs, "I had a feeling you were going to ask me that. But no, he's not. He's back at Liam's flat, getting ready for your arrival."

"He better not be destroying the house." Liam says coming up behind me and putting a hand on my shoulder. "Well I mean, it's Louis. He might be." I laugh."He said he was getting ready to make cookies before I left-" Zayn starts."Wait." Harry interrupts while coming over to us. "Louis with kitchen utilities? He doesn't even know how to work a microwave, what makes you think he will know how to work an oven?" We all froze. "Let's get a move on then!" Paul says while rushing past us to the door and out to the van. Liam, Niall, and Harry follow Paul and Zayn and I go back to retrieve my luggage and we make our way to the van also.

Our luggage was piled into the back and Zayn jumps into the passenger seat while its Niall, Me, and Harry in the middle seat and Liam in the back seat. We get out of the parking lot and make our way down the road. The flats were about a 30 minute drive from the airport, so we wouldn't be in here long. My eyes find the windshield and I look out, admiring the surroundings, missing them so much. I lean back onto the seat and lean my head on Niall's shoulder. His head lays onto of mine and he kisses my hair. We drive, Zayn exchanging jokes and everyone's laughter fills the air, arguments between Harry and Liam about who's biceps are bigger, and Paul yelling occasionally telling us to quiet down so he can concentrate. 

I finally see their flats insight. A tingly sensation fills my stomach as we pull into Liam's drive and Paul shuts off the ignition. I was the first one up. I crawl over Niall accidently kneeing him in his "jewels" and he doubles over in pain. I give him a quick "sorry" and I'm out the van door and running up to the flat. I reach the door and my hands find the door knob I open it quietly and step in. Warmth comes over me and the sweet smell of chocolate chip cookies fill my nostrils. I step into the familiar living room, nothing really changed, except he got all matching brown leather furniture. I suspect Danielle picked out the furniture because last time Liam had worn out mismatched furniture. I giggle silently to myself and I travel down the hallway stopping at the kitchen entry. I hear a sweet melodic humming come from the kitchen and I know that voice anywhere.

It was Louis.

A grin spreads across my face and I peek around the corner, seeing Louis taking out a cookie sheet out of the oven. To my surprise, they weren't burnt at all... they were actually perfect. I look at him, his sandy brown hair was spiked up in the front, stubble dotted his face and a grey t shirt and black sweat pants hung to his body. He carefully took the cookies off the sheet and placed them on a plate. His eyes dart to the entry and back to the cookies. He freezes for a moment then he stops what he's doing and turns fully to the entry where I was standing. I look at him, his blue green eyes find mine, then before i knew it, I'm in his arms in a bone crushing hug.