This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 69

Niall's P.O.V -

I'm too tired to go for another round. As much as I enjoyed it, I don't have it in me.

"Come onn," Cleo says hopping back on me. I don't know what's gotten into her, not that I'm complaining, hell no. It's just that she's never been so eager to get to it. I'd usually be the eager one.

"I'm too tired." I say pulling her lips off of my neck. She comes up and looks at me strange.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I want you so badly, believe me I do. But I think you've fucked me to the point where I'm literally worn out." She covers her ears at my profanity as if she's never heard it before. I forget sometimes that she doesn't like it when I speak very "vulgar" to her, as she says.

I'm happy that she's okay with not going on for another one. I need sleep. She grabs my boxers from the floor, tugging them up and laying back in the bed.

"Come here," I say lowly and quietly, while tugging her to me. She giggles and gets closer into my chest.

"I know you were bummed about not going home, but I'm glad you didn't throw a fit about it." I tell her in her ear. She nods and sighs.

"I was looking forward to going home, but if you think about it, we're lucky to even be together," She says coming up to look at me.

"Some people have to spend Christmas alone or without their loved one, you know? I'm not bummed, I'm happy." She kisses me and goes back to her original place. I like her aspect on things. It was a negative situation at first, but it completely flipped and became something positive. I don't really know how to respond, so I kiss her hair and hug her to my body even closer.

"You're squishing me-" I gave her a 'bear hug' and didn't realize how tight I had been hugging her. I let her go and she sighs laughing.

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"Rise and shine!" I hear a voice say. I can't tell who it is because I'm trying to tune them out, but it isn't working.

"Come on guys, get up." The sheets are pulled back, making Cleo pop up in shock and me popping up ready to punch someone in the fucking face for snatching the covers off of me. My hands fly to Cleo's, well my shirt, tugging it down. She got hot and took my boxers off in the middle of the night. She only thought about covering her face that's full of embarrassment.

"What happened in here last night? Did you guys have sex? Were you safe? Wash the sheets! You guys are gross, Oh my." I turn to see my mother covering her eyes, shaking her head.

"Leave!" I say turning to her.

"Why isn't she wearing pants? Where's your shirt and pants other than your little boxer things?" I'm tired of her already and it's Christmas Day. I don't even know what Cleo's face is like right now. The sheets are far out of reach because of how far they were pulled down.

"Get out!" I yell at my mom. She's pissing me off. Cleo comes up and grabs the covers, pulling them over her head. For the little time she was up, her face is unreadable. 

"I'm so sorry!" Cleo yells from under the covers.

"Well, you should be. Both of you! Having se-"

"Leave!" I throw pillows at my annoying mother. She eventually leaves after the fifth pillow.

"I didn't know she was going to come in here." I try to lift the sheets off of Cleo, but she keeps them trapped in her grip.

"She thinks I'm a whore now probably, Niall. I feel like absolute shit right now. We shouldn't have done it in her home, she's right." She shakes her head still under the sheets.