This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 50

Author's note!

I like writing this book, but I feel like many people aren't reading it. I'll continue writing though. Sadly, it's coming to an end. My chapters are short, but this is the 50th chapter and I can't write this forever. I want to, but I can't. Sorry if Cleo seems 'whiny' in this book.. she's just another version of me minus all of the crying of course.

There will be a few more chapters so I'll make them lengthy enough to the point where this book doesn't continue on for a longer period of time. You can ask me questions on there if you'd like. I try not to have the 'cliffhanger' books because those books piss me off. Anywaaaaaaay, I'm going to shut up & start typing the book now. Enjoy! :) 

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Niall's P.O.V -

Bacon, scrambled eggs, and a stack of pancakes is what I made for me and Cleo. I pulled back from the hug and lifted the pan to dump the bacon out before it burned. I had forgotten all about it. I made around ten pieces of bacon. Cleo wasn't a huge fan on bacon, so most of it was for me. We were still going to have a lovely breakfast like we were supposed to have earlier until that bitchy waitress ruined it. 

"Slow down." Cleo says hopping from her seat and over to the pancakes. "-You're doing too many things at once." She grabs the pan by the handle and tosses the pancake ontop of the pile of pancakes. There were around twelve pancakes. I made a bunch because I knew Cleo had a pancake fetish. I just had a fetish for anything that was edible. 

"Thank you." I say slowing my pace down and leaning down to kiss her on her forehead. Cleo walks back to her previous spot and sits down. I gave her majority of the pancakes since I had most of the bacon. 

"Wiv if greah!" 

Cleo was prone to talking with her mouth full, but I didn't mind because she never spat while she talked.

"What?" I say laughing at her. She swallows the load of pancakes she had stuffed in her mouth.

"This is great." Cleo repeats herself. Now I could finally understand her since her mouth wasn't full of pancakes. 

I turn around looking at the clock that showed up on the microwave. It read one o'clock. Today was going by at a decent pace. I glance out of the window at the beach. The waves gently crashing against the sand. It was kind of cloudy outside. This is the perfect weather. I loved it whenever it was semi grey, yet blue out. 

"What are you looking at?" Cleo said making me snap my head back around quickly. I didn't even realize that she was watching me stare out of the window. 

"Oh-um, nothing." I lied. What I was looking at wasn't bad. Not at all.

"Tell me." Cleo gently commanded.

"No." I said slightly giggling at her.

"Tell me." She whined trying to give me the puppy eyes. 

Dammit. I hated whenever she did that. It was almost a weakness to me, but I'm not going to give in. 

"No." I said smiling widely.

"I'll scream so bloody loud that you'll have to tell me." She crossed her arms. She got up and out of her seat. Cleo leaned up against the counter, not sitting on it, but just standing there.

"I know other ways to get you to scream too." I said smirking, walking close to her. Her body was so short compared to mine. She's only five foot two and a half. Cleo swatted at my arm because of my remark.

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you!" I gave in and laughed a little at her. "-I know you're not too fond of the water, but do you think we could go for a dip?" I finished.