This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 46

~A/N~

Hiiiiii! That last chapter was a bit graphic so um... sorry about that. hahaha My laptop charger isn't working at the moment, so I use my sister's charger & she wants to charge hers at the same time as me. So, I'm typing on my phone... meaning autocorrect/typos. :/ I apologize in advance! I made one of those ask.fm thingys so you can ask me questions at ask.fm/twirlnarry if you want. & Keep voting! :)

I said there would be drama coming up so here you go!

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Cleo's P.O.V -

I wake up with Niall still sleeping in front of me. I try to move out of his grip to put my underwear on, but he won't let me move. His grip just gets tighter.

"Niall." I say rubbing his chest, trying to wake him up. All I get from him is a groan.

"I want to put my underwear on." I say to him. Usually I'd be shy to say that, but he's barely even awake so I don't mind. I try to move his hand, but there's no hope. I reach my palm down and press it over Niall's length. He quickly moves his hand and looks under the covers.

I get out of the bed and put my underwear on and one of Niall's shirts. It was already kind of big on him, so it was really big on me.

"Where are you going?" Niall asks.

"Nowhere, I just felt like putting on clothes." I come lay back down underneath the comforters and cuddle back up to Niall.

"I'm hungry." I say, speaking to Niall's chest, hoping he'd make breakfast.

"Then, go make something to eat." I groan and ask him how come he can't make it.

"I made dinner last night." How could I forget about that. I burned myself with pasta and had sex with Niall. Last night was a good night. I sit there smiling, thinking about last night.

"How are you feeling?" Niall asks rubbing my legs.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He kisses my forehead and nudges me to go make breakfast. I finally give in and go downstairs to make it. I pull out eggs, pancake mix, and bacon.

I was stirring up the pancake mix whenever big hands came around my waist and started kissing my neck. I knew that was Niall because he always wanted to see how my cooking was going. He lifts up my ponytail and begins kissing the back of my neck. I squeal and tell him to stop. I didn't really want him to stop, I just wanted him to stop while I'm trying to cook.

I had enough of hot food getting spilled on me. Niall's hands are still wrapped around my waist. I get the panakes out of the pan and stick them on a glass plate. I try to pour more pancake mix into the pan, but Niall keeps nibbling on my earlobe and makes me gasp leading me to drop some of the mix on the counter.

"Babe, stop." I say laughing, but hinting to him that I was being serious.

"Stop what?" I hear the Irish accent coming down the stairs. I turn around and see my uncle.

"Good morning, Cleo." He says in a raspy voice.

"Stop wh-" Niall stops scratching his hair and quickly comes running towards me and Peter grabs a pair of scissors.

"I know your mom loved this brown curls of yours." Peter says snatching my head by my hair.

"No!" I shriek loudly. I'm mainly worried about him cutting my hair, than anything. My mother loved my curls. I remember her braiding it into a ponytail and she had the same exact hair.