This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 58

Niall's P.O.V -

"I don't know how to pick that kind of shit out." I tell her, but all she does is laugh.

I bought a Christmas CD so that we can listen to it while we hang up the seasonal decorations. As much as I love this house, I found one that I really like in the city and I think Cleo would like it as well. I don't want to celebrate Christmas in this house. It's a beach house for christ sake.

I walk upstairs to call the number to let them know I want it. I'm almost positive Cleo would like it. It's kind of pricey, but oh well. It has 5 rooms, three bathrooms, a very highly decorated backyard with a pool, a giant ass kitchen, and it's in the city. This is part of Cleo's Christmas present. The rest are tangible items that I know she'll like.

The lady said I can rent the house, but I want to buy it. Obviously, I can't pay for it all at once so I end up paying for less than half of it. She tells me congratulations and that she'll bring the keys by the house right now. I can't stop smiling at the thought.

I go back downstairs to find Cleo dancing to a song by Ellie Goulding called Burn. I recognize this song because Cleo always turns this song up whenever it comes on in the car.

I'm glad she's in a good mood this is the perfect time to tell her. I walk towards the living room to see that she opened all other condom boxes to stick them all in a box.

She's very good at keeping things organized, but she left the boxes all over the sofa.

I sit down on the couch, moving the boxes out of the way.

"Dance for me." I tell her, laughing. She shakes her head no and comes to sit next to me.

"Go," I mumble in her ear, kissing her cheek. She groans and gets up shyly. She starts just playing around at first, I put the pillow on top of my sweats, knowing that she's turning me on. She moves her hips to the beat and whips her hair around while dancing.

"Come here." I need her.

"Nope, you wanted me to dance, remember?" She smirks at me and continues to tease me. Her dancing like this isn't healthy for my friend in my pants.

She's rolling her hips playfully to the beat on purpose. I know exactly what she's doing. I get off of the couch to go closer to her, placing my hands on her hips, bringing her closer to my chest.

"You feel that," I ask her bringing my head down to her ear leading to her neck. "That's how bad I want you." I leave kisses on her neck. I can feel her gasp. Our front's are pressed firmly to each other. She brings her hand up to my hair, tugging.

Cleo continues dancing while I'm still sucking on her neck. Randomly, she can't stop giggling high pitched.

"That tickles." I stop kissing her neck when her mouth meets mine hungrily and she pushes me onto the couch. Walking over to me, placing a leg on either side of my waist, I grab her hips.

We continue our heated kiss, her tongue finds it way into my mouth and I gladly let her in. I roll my hips up earning a moan from Cleo. I push her on the couch so her back is pressed to it.

She rolls her hips up and I mentally thank the people that inventing these thin pajama shorts she has on. Her hand roams to the hem of my shirt, bringing it up and I have to bend down, so that she can pull it over my head, then toss it to the floor. Scratches were being placed on my back from her nails and a hand traveled back to my hair to bring me closer to her mouth.

"Get the door," Cleo says between kisses. I didn't even hear the doorbell.

"No, it's just the TV." I'm just going to assume it was the TV because I don't feel like getting up. I grind myself against her even harder making her claw my back even more and moan.