Everything about you - One Direction Fanfic

Airplane love...

A/N – It’s been a while my children...

The silence is overpowering, and all I can do is awkwardly glance around at the ever changing expressions around me. Then suddenly Niall moves.

His body recoils, a great shudder running through it and he shuts his eyes; taking a deep breath. Louis and Zayn move lightning fast and grip his shoulders to block his attack. I bring my gaze to Harry who is staring intensely back at me, but my eyes wander back to my brother.

“Guys,” He sighs wearily, “I wasn’t going to attack Harry.” He pulls himself from their grasps and shoots them dagger glares. He then turns to my curly headed lover.

“Niall, please don’t kill me when I say this but you can’t keep me from Mikayla and there is nothing you could do to make me.” He shrugs and my eyes are drawn to him, tears of love welling up.

“You mean that Harry?” I cry.

He nods feebly and looks at me, tears streaming down his bruised face. Caught in the moment nothing else mattered, I brought my lips to Harry’s and kiss him passionately. When I kiss Harry it’s like our first kiss all over again, every time. The tingles still run through my body, my toes still curl in pleasure, I still feel like the missing piece to his puzzle.

“Uh, guys?” The annoyed grunt brings me back to reality.

I gently break away from Harry and turn to see all of the boys but Niall gone. On Niall’s face is an absolutely soppy, love struck look that I have absolutely never seen on his face.

“Niall you’re staring!” I giggle, and stop abruptly when he bursts out in tears and falls to his knees.

“Oh my god! Niall are you okay?” Harry cries out.

“I want that.” He croaks, the salty drops cascading down his rosy cheeks.

Harry and I both exchange confused looks.

“Isn’t that incest?” Harry asks cautiously.

“Not that Harry, I do not fancy my sister! I meant that I want that, the way you treat each other. I want someone to hold, cherish, hug, and kiss...love.  Everyone says I just have to wait but I have been waiting years, and recently I, well I just gave up.” Niall gives a half hearted shrug and rubs his teary eyes.

I gasp and rush closer wrapping my arms around Niall, rubbing his back as I do so. He sobs in my shoulder and I sigh, he really is troubled by all of this.

“Niall, let’s put you to bed. You’re tired.” Harry soothes from beside me and I nod.

“Come on Niall.” I agree, helping my distressed brother to his feet.

He continues sobbing as we walk up the stairs and continues sobbing as I change him into his pj’s – I am his sister so it doesn’t faze me – and he is STILL sobbing as I tuck him in under his sheets. I shoo Harry out and close the door behind him, leaving Niall and I on our own.

“Shh Niall Shh...” I calm his crying, caressing his face as he lays in the bed crying his heart out.

“But, but I don’t know if I’m ready for it.”

“Ready for what?” My eyebrows rise questioningly.

“To give you up after just being able to call you mine.” Niall cries.

My smooth mask cracks, cracking open like a china vase after being hit with a hammer.  The soothing smile that was plastered across my face shatters into a twist of tears. My face scrunches up and I wrap my arms around Niall.