Twisted (Niall/Harry) {IN EDITING}

seventeen part 2.

Ch.17 (Pt.2)

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I stare at Harry blankly. The room around us becoming increasingly tighter, the air heavy. His hands inch their way down my forearms, causing goose bumps to appear under the thin fabric of my T-shirt.  

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I look up to his face, the little side smirk twisting into a full on grin. But not the cute one that girls swoon over.

It was much darker than that.

He chuckles slightly to himself as his ringed index finger slides across the side of my jawline, whipping my chin further up to his face with a forceful tug.

'It's you, its always been you.' his voice was stern but quiet.

I furrow my brows, my lips parting slightly, 'That doesn't even make any fucking se-' He practically thrusts me out of his grip, sending me into the book shelf. He starts grabbing trash bags full of wrapping paper from the wooden floor. I blink, staring at him as I try to wrap around what just happen.

Then right on cue, Liam and Niall appear from the foyer, coming back from saying goodbye to Louis.

'Great, you two got the living room all cleaned up.' Liam says, rubbing his chapped red hands to warm them up. I still stand there, giving him a small nod.

"I'm going to make some more tea, Its bloody cold outside." He shrugs his jacket off his shoulders then throws it over the back of the couch. "Mind helping me Harry?"

 "Of course." Harry says, all cheery like nothing even happened between us. Liam nods, turning around and heading to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

"Niall, could you take these?" Harry questions, sending him the white trash bags.

"Sure." He says, grasping the bag then disappearing from the room.

My heart starts beating uncontrollably, my hands becoming shaky as I am met again with those dark green eyes. He strolls over, taking his time. The house is still, the only thing I can hear is his old brown boots clacking on the hard wood floor and my own heart beat.  

I try to walk past him but his hand comes up to my shoulder, twisting me back to face him. He laughs, sounding menacing,

"Thinking about getting away so easily?" The roughness of his voice was predominate, making me turn away.

"Listen to me." he yanks his grip up. His fingers lace through my dark hair, swinging it around my shoulder so my side of my face is clear. The coldness of the air and the breath that slips out of his parted lips give me goose bumps, and not the good kind either.

I let out a breath as his lips come up to my ear, brushing my lobe every time he gets a word out, "No one will know about this little occurrence between us. Not Liam, not Louis, not Zayn-"

His jaw clenches, "And not Niall."

My insides start to burn in anger. I rip from his grip, "You cant do this to me, and behind your mates back? I am not some fucking toy Harry. You can't treat me like this. I have no idea what the hell has gotten into you, you were never like this before." I spat through clenched teeth.

He just stares at me, no emotion to his face. No twist of anger or cocky-ness.

Just nothing.

"This is not you. What happened to my best friend? He obviously is not here anymore. Some fucking sick person took his place."

The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, "Not everyone is who they portray on the outside-" He smirks, "It's when the inside is finally unleashed and makes its appearance."

"And if you tell anyone-" He starts, spinning on the balls of his feet, walking to the kitchen.

"You're going to see that worse side of me, the one that I've tried so damn hard on hiding."

He's gone from the room, leaving me once again out of breath. One of my fragile hands come up to my chest, my feet stumbling to the nearest wall to steady myself.

I'm relieved to hear the front door open and close. Niall appears in the living room, the tip of his nose and ears red from the frosty wind outside.

His eyes come in contact with mine, his socked feet patting their way over to my shaken body.

He takes me in his grip, I jump a bit but then settle as his touch gives me warmth and comfort. I look up at him, his eyes searching mine, "Are you alright love?"

His voice was low, his warm breath hitting my forehead. I swallow, my throat dry and rough. Something caught my eye past his shoulder. I look and see Harry at the entry of the kitchen, his body weight resting on the door frame. His boots were crossed over one another as one of his hands were firmly in his sweatpants pocket and the other one occupied with a cup of tea. He takes gingerly sips at his eyes narrow on mine.

"Yeah, I'm great. Just a bit tired." I give Niall a pleasing smile as my eyes catch Harry's stare again.

Another one of his smirks appear on his lips again. He sends a wink toward my way as he makes his way soundly out of the room.

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