This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 43

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Cleo's P.O.V -

"Now stop teasing me." Niall brushes my hand off of his leg harshly.

I loved teasing him because his face got red and you can tell his brain was all flustered and he loses his train of thought. It was quite ammusing, if you ask me.

I pull away from Niall and sit back in my seat, reaching my hand to the stereo, flicking at the stations. There's absolutely nothing I was interested in hearing. I click through his playlist to see what he listens to.

"I barely know any of these songs." I turn the entire radio off and glance at him.

"Why do you have so many slow songs on your phone?" I had to ask. I wonder if it's the songs that he has had sex to with other women.

"It's relaxing and before you ask, I do not, have not nor ever will fuck a girl to that music." I scrunch my face up.

Saying the 'f' word in reference to sex just sounds so.. meaningless and rude. It's fine if he wants to say it, I just don't want him saying that around me.

"That is so vulgar, gross. Couldn't you have found another way to word that? I was just asking a question." My leg crosses over the other and I lean my head back. I am exhausted.

"We can ask each other questions now then. There's plenty of time." I said reminding him that we're going far.

"We only have another hour." Niall says back quickly.

"Then, you better start asking now." I say laughing slightly.

"I know everything about you." he said facing to me and winking.

"Prove it." I said turning my body towards him. His eyesight is still focused on the road. I could tell from the side that he was smiling from ear to ear.

"You hate being tickled. Whenever I kiss you below your left ear you squeal. Your favorite color is green, you're an only child, you hate socks, you like swiping your hand over the top of my hair whenever I take the time to do it just to mess it up a bit, you're beautiful, um.. you always paint your nails a lavander purple even though you don't really like that color, you have a badass tattoo, and you are definetly good in bed. Anything else you wanna know?" He smirks.

"No, I get it!" I say laughing and shocked that he knew all of that stuff.

"For the last thing, you are an easy puker, my God. I never even knew that was humanly possible." He says running his hand from his forehead to his hair. I give a light, short laugh and mutter an apology.

Niall's P.O.V -

"I'm sorry." Cleo says quietly. We kept asking each other random questions to kill time in the car.

I see Cleo pull her legs in the seat and up to her chest out of the corner of my eye.

Whenever she got out of the hospital she just put on a pair of sweatpants and one of my sweaters. It came midthigh on her, the height difference between us is the cause of that.

I stop at a red light and wait for it to turn green, so that I can continue driving. The light turns green and Cleo and I are still playing twenty questions with each other. It was my turn to ask her a question and she wasn't responding.

I look over at Cleo and she's sound asleep with her green fuzzy house slipper booties proped up in the seat. She hauled my sweatshirt that she was wearing over her legs so it would go all around her. Her arms are inside of the shirt because the sleeves look pretty empty. Her hair is lifting away off of her shoulders and going back to drape down her back.

It kept flying everywhere because of the air conditioner being on level three out of five. I figured she'd get hot in that clothing.

Cleo had taken my snapback that had my favorite basketball team on it and put it on her head joking around, but ended up falling asleep with it on. She's perfect to me and perfect for me.

I watched her sleep every now and then, not in a creepy way of course; it made my mind do nothing except think about her.

It made me think about everything I loved about her. She was perfect in my eyes. It didn't matter to me that her thighs rubbed together as she strutted away in happiness. I didn't mind the few strech marks that lyed upon her hips. I liked it whenever she'd wake up bare faced and walked around in sweatpants all day.

I admired how fragile she was compared to me. The first date I had with Cleo, she puked in my car. As pissed off as I was, I couldn't stay mad at her. I admired her weak little stomach. I admired her because she was mine and I loved every single thing about her.

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