Chapter 23: My long lost brother.

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"What are you reading?" Niall asks, sitting down next to me. "Good morning." I smile. "I'm reading The Notebook." I answer his question. Niall doesn't know anything about Liam. Liam strictly told me not to tell anyone, not my parents, not my friends, not Niall. Niall lifts my legs up from the couch and puts them on his lap after he sits down. I can feel his eyes on me as I continue to read my book. "Stop staring!" I exclaim with a smile on my face. I find it so weird that he thinks I'm interesting when I'm reading but at the same time I find it so goddamn adorable. "But you're funny when you read, or watch TV." He chuckles. "Why?" I ask him, confused. "Because you make all these funny faces and sometimes you'll just start laughing out of nowhere. It's cute." Niall tells me. 

"I. Am. Not. Cute." I tell him strictly. He bursts out in laughter. "You are, you're just in denial." He teases. I burst into a fit of laughter after he said that. Niall just looks at me like I'm insane. "Don't you get what you just said?" I ask him, trying to stop laughing. Niall shakes his head. "Denial?" I say. Niall still doesn't get it. "Oh Niall come on! DeNIALL" His mouth makes an 'o' shape, but he doesn't start to laugh. "That wasn't even funny. Luna, you're sense of humor is worse than mine. I should get you checked at the doctor's or something." He jokes. I fake laugh. "Very funny, Horan." 

"Yeah it is really." He smiles, clearly proud of himself. I give him a joking glare. "That's cute." He points out just to tease me. I cross my arms over my chest and turn my head the other way. "Fine. No kisses for a week then." I huff. Niall's eyes shoot wide open and he immediately wraps his arms around me. 

"Baby, I'm sorry. You know I don't think you're cute. I think you look like the devil. But a very beautiful and sexy devil." He whispers the last few words in my ear and I giggle. Luna, stand your ground! Don't give in to his charming smile, his sexy accent, and his fluffy hair that is tickling your ear at this very moment. "Still no kisses." I turn away from him to make sure I don't give in. 

"I know you want to kiss me. I know you're trying not to give in to my Irish charms." He whispers in my ear, softly biting my earlobe after. Fuck this. I turn around and smash my lips onto his. "You're going to regret this, Horan." I smirk against his lips. "Don't think I will." He smirks back as we fall backwards on the couch, our lips still locked. 

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I wake up to someone softly shaking my shoulder. I open my eyes to see Niall still asleep under me. Who the hell is in my house at 4 in the morning? I carefully shift my body so that I can look around. My breath hitches as I see Liam. I get up from Niall, quickly grabbing his shirt from the ground to cover up my bra and panties. Normally I don't have a problem with siblings or friends seeing me in my underwear but I still barely know Liam so it makes me a little uncomfortable. 

 I grab his arm and drag him with me to the kitchen. "What the hell are you doing in my flat?" I whisper shout at him. "I'm sorry, I had nowhere to go. I'm in danger." Liam tries to explain, but fails since this is only confusing me even more. "There's a reason I ran away from home, Luna! There's a reason I have a different surname than you!" He tries to get me out of the confusion, but he's obviously trying to do that without telling me what's really going on. 

"Liam, I know mum and dad put you up for adoption because they didn't have the money to take care of you. They never hid it from me! I know exactly who you are Liam! Mum showed me pictures of you growing up every night." I tell him. He just shakes his head looking at the ground.

"People lie, Luna." He chuckles. I frown. I'm confused, he tries to explain without telling any secrets but what he's actually doing is making me more confused. Damn, I thought I only had one problem from my past. I thought Jai was the only one, but I guess I have another one now. Liam. 

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