This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 6

Cleo's P.O.V -

I woke up from my bed. Cuddled up to my pillow. I put on my rabbit slippers and go downstairs. I live with my best friends. We all have jobs to pitch in and pay rent evenly. Macie works as a waitress. Lana works at a pet store. I work at a video game store even though I'm completely clueless whenever it comes to electronics other than my phone and laptop.

They're both off today off, so I'm the only one who has to work today. They're still sleeping and I'd probably be doing the same thing, if I were off.

I put on my mint colored shirt, khaki colored pants, gold shoes. We get to whatever we want to at my job as long as it's appropriate.

I grab Lana's car keys and jet out. I wasn't feeling like driving my car. Lana smells like cotton candy on the inside, so I took it. I pull up into the parking lot it's 8 o'clock in the morning and I'm tired.

I greet the costumers that walk in and organize the video games by alphabet. I keep looking at the clock wondering if time will go by quicker. I usually talk to my friend, Cameron, but he doesn't come in until an hour, I like the fact that anything he says makes me laugh and he doesn't even realize how funny he actually is.

Cameron finally comes into the store and gives me a hug, then goes to the back to put his stuff down. Once he came to the front we talked so much because there's always something to talk about whenever  we're with each other, even while we were checking costumers we talked.

"So, how's your love life girl?" He asks me in his regular sassy voice.

"How's yours?" I flip the question around, so that I won't have to answer just yet.

"My relationship is perfectly fine." He raises his eyebrows, pretending to flip his hair over his shoulder.

"I'm not in a relationship, but I want to be single. I'm not ready to fall in love with someone right now." I say honestly, shrugging and he rubs my shoulder.

"Cleo, your parents should never be forgotten, but that shouldn't be a reason not to get in a relationship."

I don't want to like someone, nor love them either. I wasn't 'in love' with my parent's obviously, but they meant the world to me and to have them snatched from my life like that, crushes me harder than anything. I feel like if I were to fall in love with someone, then something would happen to them too. I just get paranoid whenever it comes to that kind of stuff.

After we talk over about the situation, we walk across the street to Starbucks and Cameron doesn't specifically like girls, but he still paid for me, which is something most boyfriends would do. I don't find him attractive in that way, but he just did it out of kindness.

Afterwards, Cameron had to go back to work, but I'm off of my lunch break in an thirty more minutes, so I stay inside of the small place for a while longer until I see that lifeguard guy come in here. My shades are put on my face quickly, so he hopefully won't recognize me.

I get up, grabbing my coffee cup and my bag. I keep my head down while I walk to the exit and a kind man opens the door for me, but as he tries to come in, I leave out. We bump into each other and my hot coffee spills onto my shirt from this idiot being in my way.

"Shit, shit, shit," I mumble at my shirt because of the temperature of the coffee that is now on my top.

"I'm so sorry, here let me help y-" He squints his eyes to look through my sunglasses and I just stare blankly, not knowing what to do. "Hey, you're the girl from the beach."

I nod and try to walk past him, but he shakes his head no and he tells me that it's his fault about this whole coffee thing, which it is.

"Don't touch me," I say whenever his napkin wipes over my stomach, that is covered with a shirt.

"I was just trying to help." He stands up from his bent position.

"You've done enough, move." He's being annoying and I want to go home now.

"Why the hell are you so mean? I didn't  do anything to you for you to sit here and have this attitude for no reason." He snaps, turning on his heel and walking off.

I don't like people leaving on a bad note with me, so I go after him.

"Wait," I catch up to him, standing in front of him, pressing my hand to his chest and he looks down at it, then looking back up at me. He shows no facial expression whatsoever, so I quickly remove my hand from him.

"If you're going to be rude, then I don't want to talk to you." He tries to keep walking, but I put my hand back on his chest, not removing it this time.

"That's just how I am whenever I meet someone, I'm sorry. It's just a habit." I defend.

"Well, it makes you unattractive with a personality like that, so you should try to  break that habit."

"I know, but," Wait. "So, does that mean you think I'm attractive?" I narrow my eyes slightly in curiosity.

"You're hot and all, but your personality is shit." My smile died in a matter of seconds from his second part of the sentence. I've never had someone be so.. so blunt towards me. I didn't like him, but now I sure as hell dislike him even more than I did before. No one has ever said that to me and hearing it in the tone he used, just makes me feel like shit in general, not just my personality. My hand falls from his chest and I smile weakly on accident, of all of the fake smiles I've pulled to people, this is the hardest one I've had to make.

I pretend to look at the watch on my wrist and wave goodbye, telling him that I have to go home, and he stays there while I walk away from him.