This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 64

Cleo's P.O.V -

My feet move faster than my brain can think whenever I see Niall's sweatpants. Niall just stares down at his pants and looks confused.

Before I can say anything Niall gets up slowly and jogs carefully to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I run up to the door, twisting the knob to find out that's it's locked. Dammit.

"Niall, are you okay?" I say through the door.

Nothing.

I knock on the door again and call his name again.

Nothing.

None of this would've happened if I didn't kick him. If he wouldn't have hid. If I wouldn't have ran off. If I haven't had slapped his bum.

None of this.

I walk to the bed, crawling to the headboard and began fiddle with the comforter. I grab a pillow and place it on my lap and use it as an arm rest while I pick my nail polish off.

Ten minutes later, Niall comes out with different sweatpants on, and wet hair. He walks carefully to the dresser looking inside for a shirt. He closes it shut and looks around, then making his way over to me.

"I need my shirt." He said dryly. I feel like shit emotionally. He feels like shit physically.

"What?"

"Take it off and give it to me." Oh, that's why he said he needs it. I kind of don't want to take it off. It's warm and smells like laundry detergent since it was clean whenever I put it on last night. The way he said is was just so blank. He just held his hand out in front of me and waited.

"I will," I want to know why his mood has changed in a super negative way in the past 15 minutes. "but can you tell me why you're acti-"

"Now." He says cutting me off. What the hell? 

"Tell me what happened in there." I point to the bathroom, still sitting criss-crossed on the bed.

"Take my shirt off." He says. Is he trying to negotiate with me? I just want to know why he's being so... so rude.

"Niall, can you ju-"

"Take the fucking shirt off!" He raises his voice at me, making me jump. I get out of the bed and pick up Snowball, heading towards the exit. Yelling at me is unnecessary.

"Excuse me." I say to Niall, who now shut the door and is standing in front of it.

"Cleo." He says through his gritted teeth, after I try to tug at the doorknob.

"What happened in there that made you so mad?" I said softly, looking in his eyes for some sort of ease in them. There isn't any.

"I need my shirt back." He looks at me like I'm a prey and he's the predator. I've never seen him look like this before nor act like this, well, not towards me.

"Can you just tell me what happened?" I whine with a frustrated undertone. I'm getting agitated that he just won't tell me.

"If you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you." He says clenching his fists at his sides. I reach around him to get the doorknob, I don't have time to talk to him if he's not going to tell me what happened.

Niall glares at me like he literally wants to kill me.

"Move." I look up at him.

"I'm serious, Cleo." He says clenching his jaw tightly.

"I'll give it to you whenever you tell me what happened in there that made you so angry." I tell him.

"Fine." Is all he says.