Undercover (Dark Niall)

Chapter 11

(Song: The hills– The Weeknd)

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Your hands were tender. Mine were gentle. Your heart was stone. Mine was the ocean.

"Are you sure about this?" Tom asked me for the millionth time.
"Yes." I nodded picking up my suitcase.
"What if it's a trap? He's taking you away from me and everyone to kill you."
"Hazel is with us too. Trust me, he won't kill a fly in front of her."
Unfortunately Chloe had caught a cold so she was unable to join us.

"So? He'll take you somewhere far away from his sister."
"Would you relax? He won't kill me. He might kill you, if he figures you're the reason I'm late." I said walking out of my room.
"Okay. Okay. Just ... be careful." He said hugging me.
"I will." I hugged him back.

"You're late." Niall said leaning on his car with his arms crossed looking at Tom who followed me by the door.
"Sorry." I muttered.
He stared intensely at Tom for a few seconds, and then removed his sunglasses standing straight. He took my suitcase and put it in his trunk.

"Where's Hazel?"
"Already in the car." He said walking toward the driver's side.
I sat in the passenger side and put on my seatbelt. I then turned around and looked at Hazel.
"Hey Hazel."
"Hi." She said beaming in excitement.
"Excited about the trip?" I asked while Niall started driving.
"Very." She nodded with Joy.
I heard Niall scoffing and shaking his head.

We drove to the field where the private plane was. The people there took our belongings to the plane while we waited in the car.

"Is there anything I should know before arriving there?" I asked.
"Like what?" he asked looking ahead.
"I mean, how should I act or what topics should I avoid?"
"You don't need to act. Just be who are." He shrugged.
One thing I've noticed, unlike Hazel, Niall is not happy about going to Ireland, I wonder why.

"Dad doesn't like to be questioned a lot." Hazel said from behind causing Niall to scoff.
"Okay, what else?" I asked facing her giving her a smile.
"Mom doesn't like to be asked about the past."
"What type of past? I mean what counts as the past?"
"Like when Hazel was a toddler." Niall responded sharply.

"She also hates when someone either mentions, or asks about uncle Dave."
"He's not our uncle." Niall said through gritted teeth.
"oh?" I was confused.
"He used to be my dad's close friend. But then he left." Hazel said.

I nodded turning around noticing Niall's grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white and he could've break it. I placed my hand on his forearm.

"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I need a cigarette." He said exiting the car.
"He always gets like that when we want to go to Ireland. Or when he hears uncle Dave's name." Hazel said.
"What has Dave done?"
She shrugged not knowing herself. So everyone hates Dave, like absolutely despise him.

A few minutes later, we entered the plane. Me and Niall were sitting in front of each other, while Hazel was sitting behind Niall. Since she didn't sleep at all last night, she fell asleep almost immediately.

"Drinking this early?" I asked once Niall poured some beer for himself.
He shrugged.
"Why am I getting this impression that you are not so excited about going to Ireland?"
"Cause I'm not." He said drinking.
"But, don't you want to see your parents? When was the last time you saw them?"

"Haven't seen my dad for four years. My mom, I've seen her last year. And no, I don't want to see my dad."
"So you're not close with your dad?"
"Never had a relationship, let alone being close or distant." He said.
I nodded leaning back.
"I only tolerate him because of Hazel." He said facing the window finishing his drink.
The plane took off. Here we go. I looked at the clouds.