This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 13

Cleo's P.O.V -

I walk inside his house as he tells me to stay seated on the couch. Obviously I wasn't going to follow his instructions. He leaves going outside and back to his car. As he comes back in I notice a bag full of napkins.

"What's that?" I point to the plastic bag in his hands.

"Your vomit." He replied as bluntly as possible. Is he mad at me? I didn't mean to, I tried to reach for the door, but I failed to open it.

I apologized earlier. Maybe he doesn't forgive me. I would be mad if someone did that in my car too. Well, we already bicker with each other, but now that I'm intoxicated I can tolerate him and I feel bad for ruining the inside of his car especially the scent.

My body is fine, my head just feels heavy still. I lay down on the couch, leaving my feet still dangling from it. I don't want to put my feet in his sofa.

My heels are bleeding from rubbing against the inside of those shoes. Above both of my small toes is blood, turning into a blister from the material scraping against my skin.

Lana loaned me her heels which make my feet hurt like hell. I feel my eyes shut involuntarily and I fall asleep on the couch, snuggling up in the couch, keeping my feet off of it.

Niall's P.O.V -

I came back into the house after cleaning up the unwanted surprise Cleo had left in my car. I walked into the living room, wondering why she was so quiet and I see her sleeping bundled up in the corner of my sofa, so I carry her upstairs, into the guest room that no one uses in this house.

I grab one of my t-shirts and boxers and change her clothes. I'm trying to restrain myself from staring at her bare chest once I took her bra off. A lot of girls sleep with their panties on, so I don't take them off of her.

As I put the comforter over her I notice her feet I understand why she was on the verge of crying. The sheets are all white, so I put a towel underneath her feet and move a trash bin next to the bed, just incase.

Cleo's P.O.V -

*the next morning*

I wake up in a bed and she sheets smelled like fresh linen and lavender. I got out of bed sort of remembering things only before I had passed out last night. I had no idea whose bed it was. I was starting to wonder if I'm in a house with a rapist, but my brain hurts too much, so I don't worry about that anymore.

"Hey," Niall says with a spatula in his left hand, as I come into the kitchen.

"What happened? Why am I here?" I sit up and hold my head. This is the biggest hangover headache ever.

"Did we do anything last night? These aren't my clothes." I rub my eyes and gasp.

"What?" He looks at me as if I'm crazy.

"Where's my bra? I was wearing one. You took it off. I didn't want to lose my virginity yet." I put my face in my hands.

"Take those advils." He nods his head next towards the nightstand, so I reach over and drink the orange juice and swallow the pills.

"Are you trying to poison me?" I place the glass cup down.

"No, I am not trying to poison you. You took the pills and you're still alive."

"Oh.." I scratch my head and look around.

He says flipping something in a pan. "And it's over there." He points.

"We did not have sex, stop worrying." He points to the bathroom.

"There's towels and shampoo in there." Is he telling me I stink?

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"Good morning." I said turning around and walking down the hallway.

After I was done showering I had to put my dress from yesterday. I asked him if he had an extra toothbrush that hadn't been used and he came in and gave my a purple one still in plastic.

I was leaving the bathroom about to turn off the light whenever I realized that my tattoo had been exposed.

Shit.

I put my hair back to cover it, but it only covers most of it. I shut off the light and walk down the hallway back to the kitchen to find Niall. He shouts "in here" and I see him in the living room.

The living room was quite large. There had been wood floors everywhere, the walls were painted teal and the furniture being brown and soft. He had his feet crisscrossed in his couch. It had been long enough for him to extend his legs. The couch was a 'U' shape or like a square with one missing side. He was in the corner of the couch.

"Thank you." He hands me my breakfast from the side table. I didn't realize how close I sat down next to him.

"You're welcome." Niall said smiling to me. His arm goes around me landing on my shoulder as I eat my pancake. Circles were being rubbed into my shoulder and I didn't even notice him move my hair in front of me, his hand still rubbing my shoulder.

"You never told me you had a tattoo."

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