This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 66

Niall's P.O.V

I wake up an hour later snuggled tightly next to Cleo. The clock reads 5:00 p.m, making my eyes widen instantly.

"Wake up," I shake Cleo. "The plane leaves at 7."

"We have time, go back to sleep." She says with her eyes still shut. I knew this would happen. Every time Cleo takes a nap she doesn't like getting up. I get out of the bed, to stand at the edge and tug at Cleo's ankles, hoping to wake her up from her slumber.

"Stop," She rasps, trying to climb back to the top of the bed. I successfully get her out of the bed by throwing her over my shoulder and setting her on the floor. I begin making the bed up and once I finish, I turn around to see Cleo asleep again on the floor.

Tugging her back up by her arms she gets up and goes into the closet to get a larger purse. I go into the bathroom to take a shower and style my hair, followed by me changing into a warm knit sweater and black jeans and my vans. Cleo goes in after I finish, so I stroll around and place my cell phone charger in her purse. I'm sure she won't mind this bag is big as hell.

"Dammit!" Cleo's voice says through the door. Before I can even walk over to the door, it swings open revealing an angry Cleo.

"My contact lens fell in the sink." She says pointing at the water faucet. I forgot she even wore contacts. I walk into the bathroom and look in the sink drain.

"It's gone." She shakes her head walking to the closet, opening the doors softly. I can tell she's upset that her contact is gone now, but she can wear her glasses instead. She looks adorable in them anyway.

I offer her eye glass case filled with her glasses and she sighs while taking them.

"I hate these damn things." She says, pulling out a black skirt with a goldish lace shirt. I don't see why she just doesn't  dress in something casual.

"Would you rather wear them or not see?" I raise my eyebrows. She rolls her eyes pulling out a pair of leggings and a black cardigan. I lay on the bed, while she continues to get ready. I watch her apply this gooey stuff to her face, erasing the dark circles under her eyes.

She finally comes out of the bathroom and I quickly raise my head up. Her body looks great in the outfit she chose. I can't stop staring at her in general, undressing her with my eyes.

"You look stunning," I say walking towards her. "But why are you so dressed up?" I notice her hair is perfectly straightened out, her eyelashes much longer and darker, her cheeks rosier than usual, glasses adorning her face making her look even more innocent.

"I haven't met them before, Niall." She says dodging my kiss. "I'm wearing lipstick, don't kiss me." She says wiggling her finger in my face, telling me no.

I go into the bathroom, grabbing a wet towelette.

"What the hell are you doing?" She swats at me, but I hold her in place, wiping her lipstick off. It didn't match anyway. Once it's off, I press my lips to her warm ones.

"Why did you do that?" She hisses.

"You don't need that on." I lean in for another kiss, but she turns away smiling.

"Cleo," I say following her head direction, hoping for a kiss. She faces the other way, smiling still.

"You can't look like that and expect me to not want to kiss you." She walks away, putting on her shoes and walking back towards me. Just as I think she's walking back over to me, she goes around me grabbing her purse.

I grab her by her shirt, bringing her back to me and giving her a kiss. She just laughs and kisses me back then pulling away. Same old Cleo, still laughing while we kiss.