This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 62

Cleo's P.O.V -

"Stop squirming around so much." Niall says giggling. I definitely can feel the heat from the bottom of the laptop going through my shirt. I reach my hand on my back and start swatting around on my back, hoping to hit the laptop or Niall. Whichever one works for me.

"Stop." Niall says playfully with a hint of seriousness in his voice. I can't speak because my throat hurts too bad, so I attempt to continue to crawl onto the other side of the bed. I lay on my stomach and face my head away from Niall.

"I'm finished now." He says hitting my bum jokingly, but it hurt a little to me. I let out a squeal that hurt the absolute shit out of my throat. Niall leans over me to catch my holding my throat in pain.

I try to act as dramatic as possible to make him feel bad about hitting me.

I squeeze my eyes shut so I can concentrate on forming tears that aren't seeming to come.

Oh well. I'll just keep my eyes shut then.

"I didn't hit you that hard, did I? If I did I didn't mean to. Please don't cry," he gets closer to my face and I try not to laugh.

It doesn't work. "I see you smiling." He says getting closer slowly. I feel fingers go underneath my ribs and begin move around quickly, making me laugh uncontrollably. It hurts my throat so much to laugh this loud and hard.

"S-stop!" I say trying to catch my breath. He eventually stops and lays back over to his side of the bed. I can still hear him laughing at me, but I try to tune him out so that I can get some sleep.

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I slowly get out of the bed feeling way better than I did yesterday. I go into the bathroom, brush my teeth and hop into the shower. My hair is placed into a bun once I finished blow drying it. The only reason I woke up was because I kept extending my arms out in hopes of getting Niall, but he wasn't there.

I get downstairs to greet Niall, but instead I find a note taped on the edge of the counter, dangling. If it weren't hanging from the edge, it would've never caught my attention.

I went to pick up your favorite breakfast. I'll be back in an hour. xx

-Niall.

I giggle at his bad handwriting and take a place on the couch. Flipping the television on. My favorite breakfast place is "A Hole in One." It's on the other side of town, but they sell the best donuts I've ever tasted.

Disney Channel, no. Nickelodeon, no. E! News, no. Netflix, I've seen mostly everything. I can just insert a movie instead of browsing. I get up to grab "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." off of a movie shelf.

"-Peter, having a close friend bail him out at eight this morning. The bail bond being higher than 30,000 dollars," I drop the movie out of my hands and face the television. "You are watching channel 27 eyewitness news." The show goes to a commercial after she's said her lines.

The photo of my uncle in court. The judge slamming down the loud object finalizing the cut off of his jail time. I continue to stare at the television and pray this isn't real.

'This is real.' my conscious reminds me.

I feel all of the color drain from my face and I feel a flood of emotions run through me. I look at the clock and it's 9:45 a.m.

He's out.

It seems as if the walls are caving in on me. Literally. That's exactly what it seems like. My breathing sounds as if I had just ran a marathon. I can't help but think about the time he did escape and come for me. When, he broke into the house. When he barged into the room and came at me. But, Niall was there unlike right now.