This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 72

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Song for this chapter:

•Say Something- A Great Big World

Cleo's P.O.V

I wake up and make my way downstairs. My parents greet me with a hug and breakfast before they go off on their luxurious cruise that I'm not allowed to go on. I go off to school, laughing with my few friends that I have and filling in on new gossip about boring reality television shows.

"We have a checkout pass for Cleo." My teacher had told me.

I walk out to see my favorite uncle waiting for me outside, standing there. I run to him, my backpack bouncing around like crazy as I jump up into his arms. He swings me around, kissing my cheek and placing me back on the ground.

"Let's go get something to eat, yeah?" He smiles at me. I nod my head, happy that I got out of school to go eat.

We get to the Burger Palace restaurant and sit down. I eat my burger while talking about school with my uncle.

"Um, Cleo. I have something to tell you." He says suddenly switching to a serious mood.

"Well, it's best if I just show you." I'm handed a black iPhone and read the screen. It shows a picture of a fancy boat that was going underwater.

"Is this Titanic?" I ask.

"No, baby. Um, there was a boat that sank and um, many people didn't survive. They have the people that they haven't found yet." He says to me softly.

I scroll down and see the pictures of my parents. Right next to each other. I shake my head no quickly.

"I'm sorry, baby." He says reaching for my hands. I threw the phone to the ground and got up. I ran outside as fast as I could. The wind drying my constant tears that stream down my face.

People give me funny looks as they see a young child run and cry. It looked even more sketchy since my uncle was chasing me, trying to get me to come back to him.

Later on that night I got another call finalizing my parents death. I scream in my bedroom, in shock and anger. My uncle came into my room and tried to wake me up.

"I'm so sorry, honey." He says bringing me into his chest. I scream into his chest and try to fight him, needing to take my anger out on someone.

"Stop, Cleo." I wish it was me that died instead of them. Why couldn't it have been me?

I continue to thrash around in my sheets screaming until I felt someone lift me up. I keep screaming and trying to release my frustration out by hitting anything I can.

"It's me, stop. Cleo, wake up. It's just me." I pop my eyes open to see Niall and he brings me into a hug. My eyes still wide and breathing short and heavy. My bump on my head hurts more now from moving around fiercely in my bed. I get out of Niall's hold, not saying anything and go downstairs to put an ice pack on my head.

"I heard you scream," He begins. He followed me to the kitchen. I lean my back against the counter facing him as he copies my body position on the counter across from me.

"So?" I shrug rudely. I'm still angry about what happened in Ireland. I can't forgive him that easily, like I usually do. This situation is much more crucial than any other situation we've been in.

"Can you at least tell me why?" He says calmly, with am almost begging facial expression.

"I don't want to talk about it!" I snap, whipping the ice pack off of my head out of annoyance.