This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 67

Niall's P.O.V -

We get to the street and I pull my black vehicle into the driveway. The mansion I grew up in looks larger than I remember. The size of house doesn't seem to faze her mood, thankfully. I shut the car off and look at Cleo. She's fumbling with her fingers and looking out of the window.

"Babe," She whips her head around. "They're going to love you."

We both get out of the car, Cleo is still wearing my coat. I ring the doorbell and hear a person come down the stairs.

The door swings open, the smell of food  instantly filling my senses and I walk in holding hands with Cleo. My mom gives me hugs and kisses everywhere until I groan like an annoyed child.

"You must be Cleo," My mom eyes her. Her smile looks fake as fuck. I watch my girlfriend's uncomfortable and nervous smile. She just stands while holding my hand

and keeping her other hand in my coat pocket. 

I can't tell if my mom likes her or not. Not that it matters, because it doesn't.

"Well, come on. Don't just stand there."CHAPTER

ays helping Cleo take off her jacket. I watch Cleo tense up not expecting my mom to touch her.

"Mom." I glare at her.

"You can help me cook the rest of dinner for tonight, since the chef took off tonight. You do know how to cook, right?" Cleo looks at my mom and shakes her head no.

"What kind of woman can't cook?" My mother says laughing even though she obviously just insulted my girlfriend. 

"Mom, I'm sure you can cook alone." I interrupt. My mother shrugs and walks off.

"She hates me." Cleo quickly turns around looking up at me. I laugh a little because she's serious, her face was plain and she speaks with a blank tone as if she was stating the obvious.

"No, she doesn't," I shake my head no at her and she rolls her eyes. "Come on, baby." I tug her away from the door.

"You must be Niall's girlfriend, Cassie." My brother, Greg comes down the fancy set of stairs, stopping in front of us.

"Her name is Cleo." I squint at him. "I'm Greg, his older brother."  He reaches out to shake her hand and then leaves to go into the living room. Greg's fiance was coming over as well.

"You never told me you were rich." Cleo says furrowing her eyebrows together, looking at the big rug.

"I'm not, my parents are." I admit. She shrugs and pulls her hair off of her shoulders, throwing it behind her.

"I'm sorry about my mom's attitude." I blurt standing in front of her, taking her hands in mine. I can tell it's getting to her a bit.

"It's okay. I do need to learn how to cook." She smiles. Cleo can cook, just not the fancy annoying food that takes forever to make. As we explore the house more, I find a mistletoe. My parents had these things everywhere when I was little, they'd kiss all of the time under this. I grab Cleo, catching her off guard and kiss her lips. She laughs and brings her hand to my cheek, tugging my face closer.

"Stop, someone might see us." Cleo pulls back, but I still have my arms wrapped around her waist, our stomachs touching. She laughs swatting at me, pulling her head back, so I can't kiss her.

"Babe, it's Christmas Eve." I try to find an excuse. She keeps laughing as I kiss her jaw. I hold her to me with one hand, bringing the other one behind her neck, pressing our lips back together.