Twisted (Niall/Harry) {IN EDITING}

seventeen part 1.

Ch.17 (Pt.1)

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*Liams Pov*

The air around me was filled with heaviness. I lift my head off my pillow, groaning as I strain my eyes. My lips part as I let out a long breath, my bones creaking as I struggle to sit up in the bed. Vision blurred, my clammy hands come up, rubbing my face, trying to rid the pain. The bed creeks under my weight as I shift my body off the bed, going over to my drawer, getting a pair of sweatpants. 

My feet stumble through the hallway soundlessly as I hear movement from the kitchen. I make my way to the entry, leaning my body weight on the door frame. 

"Morning sunshine." a voice chirps from the sink. Claire walks over, a tall glass of water and Advil in her palms. The corner of my lips tug up into a small smile as her aurora lights up the room, making it more of a pleasant feeling. My brows furrow as I pinch the bridge of my nose as my eyes slit shut.

"Hangovers are a bitch huh?" Claire giggles as she places the water and pain medication in my hands.

I let out a short laugh, "Yeah, I guess you could say that." I pop the pills in my mouth, then gulping down the water, the rough and dryness of my throat easing a bit. I scrunch my nose as my fingertips come up and massage my temples, trying to relieve some of the pain.

Claire laughs as she sends her small hands to each side of my face, "Merry Christmas Peanut." I groan at the sound of my nickname she gave me when we were younger. I take her in my embrace and linger in a comforting hug, "Merry Christmas to you too ClaireBear." 

We part away from each other and she skips over to the fridge, her dark brown hair flowing carelessly down her back as she hums a tune while retrieving some milk.

"Did you even drink last night?" I scoff, jealousy taking over as my head starts to pound even more. 

"I had a drink." she shrugs, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, her eyes darting back to me, "But I wasn't stupid and went over board like you did, I thought you would be smarter than that!" I roll my eyes at her as she arches a brow, "Hangovers are not meant for Christmas." she laughs, brushing past me and walks to the living room. 

I follow closely behind her, mimicking her movement as she swiftly sits down on the couch. The leather creaks as the cushions dip down from my weight, a slight groan escaping my parted lips. 

"Are the boys coming?" I question, my eyes wandering towards her as she picks at the ends of her dark hair nonchalantly. "They should be coming around nine." she sighs, her lips forming a pout as she plays with her hands. 

"Are you alright? You seem a bit... Off." her head whips around swiftly, pieces of hair messily trace the outline of her cheek bones as her mouth hangs open agate slightly, her eye brows raising sharply. "It's nothing really." she laughs nervously, "Just a bit tired from last night." she turns back to her lap, nodding her head slightly as she purses her lips together.

Her cell phone ringing echoed through the house while easing away the awkward silence. "Hi mom." the corners of her mouth lift up in a small smile as she clutches the phone to her ear. I give her a moment as I gently slide off the couch then heading into the kitchen, leaning my body over the sink. I fixate my stare out the window, my eyes scanning the area outside. 

"Yeah, tell Chase I said hello and Merry Christmas. Alright, I'll talk to you later. Love you too. Bye." Claire let's out a breath, hanging up the phone and placing it on the marble counter. 

"The boys should be here any minute now." she pauses, a slight grin spreading across her lips, "All hungover." I chuckle, mocking her as I walk over to her and ruffle her hair.