Twisted (Niall/Harry) {IN EDITING}

thirteen.

Chapter 13:

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*Claire's Pov*

"Liam, a little help here!" I yell, my voice echoing through the house. Both of my arms were filled with bags from my shopping spree I had with the girls earlier. My foot finds the front door, kicking it slightly to close it. Feet pattering across the wooden floor made their way closer to me, "Damn, got enough bags?" Liam smirks, taking a couple from my arm, "Ok, this wasn't even my idea, I was planning on buying a couple of things, but then your girlfriend bombarded me with everything." I laugh as we walk down the hallway to my room.  

"That honestly doesn't surprise me." Liam chuckles, placing the bags on the bed, "She does the same thing to me." 

"Well that's probably because, you can never shop and get matching stuff." I state placing my hands on my hips, looking up at him. He rolls his eyes, then I feel his grip on my sides, sending me over his shoulder, "Liam stop!" I shriek as he runs us out if the room and into the hallway, "Are you kidding me? I thought you love this!" 

"Yeah, when I was like 5!" I state. My feet feel the ground again when Liam basically drops me. 

"Alright, your helping me with dinner." He goes over to the fridge, grabbing ingredients.

I groan, "Alright." I drag my feet over to the fridge where he was standing.

"Hmm." He mumbles under his breath, hands scattering through various of foods. "Dammit." He breathes out, shutting the door, looking at me.

I furrow my brows, "What is it." My eyes look up at his dark colored ones, "I forgot to go grocery shopping today." 

My mouth opens slightly, my face scrunched up as he walks over to the counter, sitting himself on top of it.

"How could you possibly forget that?" I bury my hands into my sweater sleeves, crossing my arms over the other, as I make my way to stand in front of him. "I'm a busy guy! I had some things I needed to do at the office today, so I got a little side tracked." He trailed off, reaching into his jean pocket, pulling out his phone. "Looks like we're having pizza." he sighs, dialing the number. 

"Yes, can I get a Large pizza. Half pepperoni and the other half with ham, sausage, pepperoni, and black olives."

I giggle slightly as he reads out the order, Liam always nagged to me about all the meat I order on my pizza and only get one veggie. 

"Alright, cheers." he hangs up the phone, placing it on the counter beside him,

"What are you chuckling about?" Liam hops down from the counter, poking my cheek.

"I can't believe you remember what I get."

 "Well that's basically all we ate when we were together!" 

I giggle. It's true. Every time he would come down to America to visit, somehow we would always be on our own to fend for ourselves because our moms would be out together, and the couple of times I've been over here, that's all Liam and I would eat. He would always somehow screw up the dinner or lunch, so we would have to order in. 

About a half an hour later, the doorbell ringing took our attention away from the TV, "I got it." I say, getting up from the chair I was currently sat in. I retrieve the money that was set on the dining room table and I walk down to the foyer, opening the front door.

"That will be 12.95 love." The kindness of British people always fazed me, in America, they would usually be like, "Here's the shit, now give me your money."