This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 47

Niall's P.O.V

I put one foot into the bathtub and reach my hands under her arms and pick her up. She's so slippery, I'm trying not to drop her from my hold. I place her on the towel that I laid out on my bed. She just sits there crying and rambling on like a drunk person would. I turn around to get her a pair of underwear and a shirt to wear.

I walk back over to my bed and Cleo stops crying and starts fussing about how she doesn't want to wear a shirt. It was hard to put on her underwear because she kept kicking. She was like an little child whenever it came to her being drunk. Except ten times worse.

I tried putting her shirt over her head but all she would do was hit me. She was a violent and emotional drunk. I didn't like it. She hit me in the face and I grabbed her wrists.

"Stop hitting me! Just put on the shirt, please." I say calmly knowing full well I felt like screaming at her.

"Why do you keep calling me princess?" She says playing with my eyes. She kept poking at them.

"Because you're my princess."

"I like your eyeballs."

"Thank you." I say laughing at her.

"They're pretty." She says playing with my cheeks now.

"You're pretty." I say playing back with her cheeks. She quickly starts swatting my hands away from her face.

"Hands off, you! I have a boyfriend already." I started laughing at her. I started playing along with her just to see what she'd do.

"Oh, do you?" I say raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah. He's a cutie. Don't touch me!" I start smiling at her and end up laughing.

"Don't you get any idea's! He's mine. Get your own boyfriend."

"Cleo, I am your boyfriend." I say putting an emphases on "am".

"I don't want my shirt. I want your shirt. I want my long hair back too." She grabs her shirt and throws it knocking over a lamp. I walk back over to my drawer and pulling out a sweatshirt.

I walk back over to the bed and pull the shirt over her head. I trace my fingers over her tattoo.

"What are you touching me for? I did stop!" She says quickly turning back around. Cleo didn't even give me a chance to answer her.

"Whatever you're doing, stop it. It's weird." She says.

I start to tickle her just to cheer her up. She laughed ten times harder because she was not sober at all.

"S-stop!" she says breathlessly. She starts squirming around and kicks me where no man should want to be kicked. I instantly stop tickling her and she keeps laughing. I fall over on the ground and I can feel my face turn red.

"Where'd my boyfriend go?" she says crawling around on the bed.

"Helllllooooooo?" Cleo says lifting up the pillows.

"Cleo, I'm over here." I say standing back up. I guess I popped up too quickly and scared her because she fell backwards off of the bed. She hops back on the bed and begins jumping around. I sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Don't step on me."

"I won't." She says still jumping in my bed. Cleo just keeps jumping and laughing. I'm not even saying anything to her, so I have no idea why she's laughing.

Every time she'd bounce on the bed, I'd bounce a little, but I looked up at her and her bouncing decreased.

"Uhh boyfriend?"

"What?" I say laughing at the fact that she kept calling me boyfriend. My back is still turned to her, watching her jump made me nervous that she was going to land on me. She didn't answer me. I turned around and she completely stopped bouncing. I recognized that facial expression from anywhere.

"CLEO DON'T!" I say grabbing her off of the bed and running with her to the bathroom. She starts humming that she can't hold it.

"There! Go! Just STAY over the toilet!" I say holding her hair and facing the other direction. Cleo is the easiest fucking puker I've ever met.

"My boyfriend is going to be so mad at me." I can barely understand her.

"I'm not mad at you."

"Okay goo-" she cut herself off by going at the toilet again. I grab a rubberband off of the counter and tie it around her hair. I can't stay in here like this. I hate hearing the sound effects.

Once she was finished she came out of the restroom, she crawled on the floor and passed out near the lamp that she broke. She sat there and cuddled with it all night. I went to sleep on the bed facing her direction just thinking about how bad her hangover was going to be whenever she woke up.