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Tattoos

Cheeky.

CLAIRE'S POV

I woke up in the arms of Louis, both of us covered by a thin blanket. I didn't want to move because Louis looked so tired the night before, and now he was finally asleep.

His arms were wrapped tightly around like body, my back against his stomach. His chin was resting on the top of my head. I blushed remembering last night's events, I must say Louis was pretty good.

Louis sturred in his sleep and then woke up, "Are you awake?" He asked, his voice raspy.

I nodded but didn't say anything, I didn't want this peaceful moment to end. Before any of us could say a word though, Lyn opened the door and froze when she saw both me and Louis.

"FOR CHRIST SAKE'S CLAIRE I CAN SEE YOUR BOOBS!" She screamed trying to embarrass me.

My eyes widened and I used my arms to cover myself up. I heard Liam's footsteps approaching, so I ducked under the blanket and hid next to Louis.

Louis chuckled and lifted up the blanket so only he could see me, "Here." He handed me his dark blue shirt and put the blanket back down.

I managed somehow to put the shirt on, and even though I wasn't standing, I could tell that the shirt was going to be big on me. I mean I'm not the tallest person in the world, and Louis has a long torso.

Louis took off the blanket, and Liam and Lyn weren't in the room anymore. I stook up and saw that Louis' shirt came a few inches above my knee, damn.

Louis stood up and pulled on some jeans and sat back down on the couch and shut his eyes. "Last night was amazing." He said.

I sat down next to him and nodded, "Agreed."

Louis opened his eyes and looked at me, "You think so?" He smirked, "I have heard that I'm pretty good in bed."

"Don't get so full of yourself. I've had better." I lied, I totally lied I've had great sex, but Louis was amazing.

Louis rolled his eyes, "Okay sure. I always know when you're lying, Claire. And right now I can easily tell that you're full of shit."

I didn't reply, I only shrugged and stood up. I walked into the kitchen where Lyn was standing and drinking some milk, and Liam was sitting on the counter playing with his pocket knife.

He looked up when I walked in, "Aw there's Mrs. Tomlinson." He teased.

I didn't know if I liked the sound of that or not, but either way Louis and I aren't even official. I walked to the small mini fridge and opened it. Inside there was only bread, milk, eggs and a few sodas and beers.

My stomach growled, begging me for real food. I haven't eaten in awhile, I'm loosing too much weight because of limited food.

"We need food, real food." I said.

Lyn stopped drinking her milk and immediately agreed, "Yes! Liam can we get some food. Oh! How about sweet potato fries with sour cream and melted cheddar cheese." Lyn was now in her own little world of pregnancy cravings.

Liam looked at me, a look of 'what have I gotten myself into'. I laughed and walked out, leaving him to deal with Lyn. He got her pregnant, and-wait.

I froze mid thought, last night was great and all but I don't remember Louis ever using protection. I ran into the living room but he wasn't on the couch, I headed for the bedroom.

He wasn't on the bed but I could hear the shower running down the small hallway. I opened the bathroom door and didn't waste anytime, I opened the shower curtain.

"What the fuck Claire?" Louis had soap in his hair and gave me a confused look.

"Last night," I started, "Did you uh, use..?"

"Uh yeah? Why wouldn't I?" He asked like he was stating the obvious.

I pursed my lips, "Well I just don't remember you using anything that's all. I'll uh, let you get back to your shower."

"Finally! What took you so long?" Louis groaned as Liam and Lyn walked through the door, holding some grocery bags.

Liam smirked, "Just because Lyn's pregnant doesn't mean-"

"Shut up." Lyn elbowed Liam and walked into the kitchen.

Louis and I began to scavenge through the bags looking for something to snack on. I chose some tortilla chips and salsa, and Louis chose some potato chips. Lyn went for the carrots and ranch and Liam was eating cookies.

Everyone sat in silence while we all enjoyed our food. We usually just stop at gas stations and buy corn chips and Coke. Now I had chips and salsa, a fulfilling and refreshing snack.

"So what's the plan now?" Lyn asked.

Louis answered, "We're driving to Seattle."

I perked up, "Wait seriously?"

"Yes I was gonna talk to you. Do you think your brother would let us stay with him?" Louis blankly asked.

"Well I haven't talked to him in almost a year. It's worth a shot but don't get your hopes up." I mumbled and munched on my chips.

Liam spoke up, "Well if we leave now we can get there in two days. It would be perfect, we would be on the highway by dusk."

"I guess we're leaving now then." Louis announced and hopped off the counter.

Two fucking days cramped up in the back with a whiny, pregnant Lyn isn't fun. It's not close to fun and never will be. We arrived in Seattle less then ten minutes ago and now we were driving to my brother, Niall's house.

His last name is Horan, my last name used to be Horan but I changed it. Lyn and I both did, we both wanted a fresh start so we changed our last names.

"This is his house? Is he rich or something?" Liam asked while parking outside the gates.

I nodded but didn't say anything. I opened the car door and shut it, then made my way to the fancy gold gate. There was an inter come on the right, so I clicked the button and waited for a reply.

"Who is it?" His thick Irish accent said. Did I mention we were half siblings that's why I don't have an Irish accent?

"It's," My voice came out groggy, so I cleared my throat, "It's Claire."

"Claire who?" He asked but he knew.

I licked my lips before speaking, "Hi, Ni."

"Oh my god it's really you." His voice was excited, "Wait, aren't you wanted by the FBI or something? Ah who cares come in! And bring your friends."

Everyone had the same expression on their face at Niall's reaction to us. He didn't care, well he probably does, but he isn't showing it.

The gate squeaked opened, letting us all in. I got in the car and Liam drove up the long driveway, eventually stopping a little ways away from the door.

I saw Niall run out of his large mansion and over to the car. I stepped out and was instantly engulfed into his famous bear hug. The tears formed in my eyes but I didn't let them fall, I missed my brother.

"Daddy?" A child's voice asked from the front door.

I let go of Niall and peeked over and saw my little nephew, Marty holding a stuffed dinosaur. He held it right to his chest, staring at me trying to figure out who I was.

"How old is he know?" I whispered to Niall.

He grinned, "Almost six."

Last time I saw Marty he was two, it's been way too long. Behind me, I heard car doors close. Lyn and Liam were holding hands as they walked over to Niall and I.

Louis had his hands in his pockets, everyone looked intimidating because of the tattoos and dyed hair. Marty ran inside but Niall didn't move.

"Nice to see you again, Lyn." Niall gave her a quick hug and looked at Liam, "Niall." He introduced.

"Liam, Payne." He greeted.

Niall turned to Louis and introduced himself. Louis awkwardly shook Niall's hand, "Louis Tomlinson."

"I know who you are," Niall said in a non-rude tone, "Both of you." He looked at Liam. "Come in."

"So," Niall started, "What brings you to Seattle?" He asked.

Everyone looked at me, waiting for me to ask Niall if we could stay here. "Well uh, we need a place to stay for a little bit."

"Are you asking if you can stay here?" Niall asked, he spoke with an unreadable tone.

I hestitated but merely nodded, awaiting his answer. Louis' leg was bouncing up and down, I wonder why he's so nervous.

"Why of course you all can stay here! Marty and I can use the company." Niall grinned.

"Wait, what happened to Ashley?" I didn't even think of how the question could affect Niall.

His face dropped but he quickly hid it. "Cancer."

I gasped, "Oh, Niall I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. It happened a year ago." He faked a smile.

"A year? Why didn't you tell me? You could have called me."

"I didn't want to bother you with my problems, C."

I sighed, "Well, can I meet Marty?" I was trying to lighten up the mood a little.

"Sure, let me show you your rooms first."