This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 24

Cleo's P.O.V

I lay there wondering what just happened. My face was flushed. Niall lays down next to me, propping himself up on his elbow with his palm holding up his head. I reach over pulling back on my clothing quickly.

"Don't look!" I cover my legs and bend down.

He pulls me into him with his hand. Flipping me so that I have my back pressed firmly to his chest. Niall nuzzles his head in my neck. Blowing on it making a funny noise, that tickles me.

"I like your laugh." Niall says deeply.

"I think I like you." I simply say.

"Well, I would hope so.. you were screaming my name a few minutes ago." He says lowly in my ear and I grunt at his comment, and stick my face in the pillow, making Niall laugh.

Niall's P.O.V

Cleo buried her face in the pillow after grunting, causing me to laugh at her. I flip her over so she's facing me. She hides her face in my shirt. I can tell she's blushing because her ears turned red. I pull her back from my shirt, so she's making eye contact with me now.

I start to say something, but she gets out of  my hold and heads downstairs. I'm wondering if I hurt her feelings. Hurting her is the last thing I ever intend on doing. I get out of the bed and exit my room. I walk down a few stairs to see Cleo standing in the kitchen looking for something to eat.

"Are you hungry?" She asks while I walk down the stairs.

"I can make something for us, if you want." Cleo offers, speaking at a fast pace.

"I just ate." I say with a smirk across my face licking my tongue out around my mouth. Every time I would say something dirty to her she'd tense up a little. I walk towards her, pressing my lips to hers. I hear her gasp and pull back.

"Niall, I- um.. are you using me?" She whispers slowly looking down.

"No? Why would you even ask that?" I raise her chin up slowly, but she moves to put it back, looking at the ground again.

"Because you didn't start liking me until we played that kissing game and you live in that house with all of those guys, I bet they bring girls back all of the time. Am I another hookup?" She looks up at me whenever she's finished, with sad eyes.

"No, you are not a "hookup". I have had a few hookups before, but not anymore. I was already interested in you at the beach whenever you walked in the gates." I explain.

"I feel like you just want to have sex with me and that's all." I step closer to her and place my hand on her cheek softly, looking into her eyes.

"Hey, don't cry.. please. I'm not going to say I don't want to have sex with you, but that's not all I want from you, Cleo. I want you in general. You're different, you just stand out from a lot of girls. You're perfect to me." I smile truthfully and kiss her forehead, making her let out a sigh.

"Did my acne make me stand out?" She laughs. Cleo barely has acne, there's a few dark spots on her cheeks and the left side of her forehead, but I don't pay much attention to them.

"No, your eyes mainly. They're so adorable." He holds my face between his hands.

"They're just brown..like poop. And my eyes are as big as the size of a mosquitos eyes." She squeezes them shut, so I can't see them.

"And your eyelashes are long and pretty.." I compliment.

"And very tangled." She adds.

"I like your cheeks, they're so fluffy. I could pinch and kiss them all day." I do it anyway.

"Yeah, they're fluffy just like my thighs."

"Your thighs are not fluffy, don't say that. Your curves are my fucking favorite about you." I squeeze her ass.

"Watch your mouth and thanks..are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No. I'm telling you the truth," I laugh and kiss her forehead.

"I just wish you could see what I see. Your beautiful, beautiful smokin' hot body." I run my hands down to her torso.

She just looks off into space. I turn around to see what she's looking at. Then I hear my door shut. Once it shuts I look back at Cleo and she's backed into the corner of the kitchen, breathing rapidly.

"I heard the door open, but I thought I was just hearing things." She whispers to me. There shouldn't be anyone here. I share a flat by myself most of the time because they all made their "hookups" their girlfriends, except Liam, he met Danielle at some fancy place. I whisper to Cleo to stay here and not to move.  

"No, I'm coming with you." She whispers, shaking her head. I clench my jaw and walk towards her.

"Cleo, I'm not asking you to stay here. I'm telling you." I said sternly. She huffed and crossed her arms, mumbling something that I couldn't understand. I turned around and continued to walk out of the kitchen. I turn around halfway down the hallway whenever I hear someone behind me. They're tiptoeing in my trails.

I clench my right fist in a tight ball and turn around ready to hit whoever had snuck into my house. I sharply turn around and swing my arm as hard as I can.

"Niall!" Cleo shrieks softly, ducking and missing my fist. I told her to stay in the kitchen.

"Dammit, Cleo! What are you doing! I told you to stay over there!" I whisper scream at her.

"I told you I wanted to come with you." She said simply as if she did nothing wrong. I couldn't be mad at her although her not listening to me pisses me off.

"You almost hit me," Cleo says to me angrily. What the hell? No.

"I thought you were someone else! If you would've stayed in the kitchen like I told you to you wouldn't have almost gotten hit." I yell and grab her forearm.

"Niall let me go!" She says trying to yank her arm out of my hold.

"Why are you so stubborn all of the damn time? I tell you to do one simple thing, but you can't even do that right!" I yell in her.

She jumps at my loud volume of my voice and she stares at me like I'm crazy. I finally let go of her and she pushes me back and takes off in the direction of the stairs. I run after her up the stairs and grab her wrist tugging her back down the stairs and pull her into my chest. She throws punches at my chest, hits me, pushes me, hoping to get me to leave her alone.

"You're just like him!" She strains, squirming out of my hold.

"Who is 'him'?" I ask her. Her face goes blank as we both hear footsteps.

"Niall, I-I have to tell you something." she rushes quietly.

"What?" I am completely confused.

"My mom.. she had an older brother named Peter," she says quickly, as I step closer to her.

"What about him?"

"He's in jail for sexual harassment," I had no idea where she was going with this, but a part of me had a feeling.

"I'm the one who called the police-" Cleo starts breathing faster and faster. I wrap my arms around her as she continues. Her breathing is scaring me.

"H-he tried to r-rape me" she began cry silently. That was the thought in the back of my mind that I attempted to push away earlier, but it shoved it's way into reality. I pushed her back arms length to look at her in the eyes.

"He's supposed to be out soon, but since my parents aren't here anymore, I'm the next person on the list that they'll contact to let me know that he's out of jail." She quickly said to me. This is all new to me. Brand new information. Why would her uncle try to rape her? Sick bastard.