This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 9

Cleo's P.O.V

Once the doorbell rang I stayed upstairs a while longer while Macie helped cover up my tattoo. I swear, I have never ran so fast before to look for makeup before in my entire life. My tattoo is personal and it annoys me whenever people ask me what it stands for. It's something for me to know and me only.

"Hurry," I strap the black sparkly high heels on the floor impatiently and hope to not bust my ass in these shoes tonight. I haven't worn heels since graduation day.

I would die of embarrassment. If I actually were to fall, I'd lay on the floor and hold my breath so I could pass out.

"Stop wiggling and I could hurry up." Macie says.

"Hurry up." I laugh while trying to be serious with her.

Once she finishes, I realize that my purse is downstairs on the couch, so I just grab my cell phone. I walk slowly down the steps, so that I don't break my ankles in my heels. Whenever my shoes touch the wood floors, I look up and see him at the door, making his way towards me.

It's strange how I was just going off on him earlier today, but I didn't realize how mean I am to him and in general until he called me out on it. I don't know him well enough to say I like him and that moppy shit, but he is cute and that's it.

"You look beautiful," Niall says scanning my body and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Um, thanks." I look at him, then over to the wall, but I snap my eyes back to look at his again.

"What?" He grins slightly, yet looking confused.

"Please stop staring at me." I fiddle with my thumbs.

We left out of the house and headed towards his car. He opened the door for me and slammed the door shut making me jump. I guess he noticed me jumping whenever he shut the door because he mouthed sorry through the window before running around to his side.

Once Niall got in he turned down the radio and starts a conversation with me. I didn't want to be rude right now, so I replied to him and most of the things he said, I would completely agree with.

"Want to play a game?" He asks while driving and I tell him no because he's behind the wheel.

"I won't get distracted, Cleo. I'm still paying attention to the road." He chuckles.

"It's not complicated, but we'll only play it if you're comfortable with it." He says, glancing at me, then back at the road and I nod, telling him that I'll play.

"What's your favorite color?" Niall asks.

"Green."

"Okay, every time either one of us spots a green car, you have to kiss the other person, but we'll just do kissing on the cheek or hand because I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I laugh at the game.

"Sure. Okay, when do we start? Oh! Just kiss my hand instead.." I question him, laughing quietly.

"Now."

He points at a green truck next to us at a red light and grabs my hand, kissing my hand.

Whenever we get to the club, Niall had kissed my hand only seven times and I had only found three, so I kissed his hand, copying him. We get out of the car and I point to the green car that is parked a few cars over and he gives me his hand, but I tug it down some gently, and I peck my lips against his quickly. Gaining more confidence.

As soon as I try to move my head back quickly, Niall's hand goes behind my neck, leaning in for another kiss.

"Stop," I laugh against his lips as he just pecks them repeatedly, then we go inside. Thankfully the lighting is dark in here because my face is red from blushing.

I kept looking at his lips in the car, the way his tongue would swipe out to wet them a little, the way he'd chew on his bottom lip fascinated me. So, whenever we got out of the car I was craving his lips somehow. They were cold and soft, an odd combination, but I liked it.

It's hot as hell in here, the music is extremely loud and I can feel the bass in the music through my chest. Tons of people are in here and they're all grinding against each other roughly to the song. I scrunch my face up in disgust and Niall laughs at me while pointing to the lit up sign that says "Bar".

We needed to get to the bar on the other side. I kept reminding Niall of how I'm not old enough to drink, but he didn't care and neither did the bartender, so I drank. Niall ordered himself 3 beers and me 3 shots. I hate beer. I hate everything about it. The smell, the taste color..everything.

Niall realized he had to drive home and told the bartender to take the beers back, as for me, I was drunk. I didn't even drink that many shots. I was not wasted to the point were I was falling everywhere, but I was one shot away from doing it.

"I'm going to the restroom, stay right there..hold on." He tells me to stay on this stool and not to move. As soon as he goes around the corner, I hop off of the chair, nearly falling over because of these shoes. 

The colorful flashing lights are making my vision blur even more, but it's not like I can see straight anyway, so I start laughing at the lights.