This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 75

IT'S KIND OF A LONG CHAPTER BECAUSE I LIKE TO PUT DETAILS IN THE SITUATIONS. :) I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER AS MUCH AS I DID WRITING IT!

Songs for this chapter:

• Home - Gabrielle Aplin

• The Power of Love- Gabrielle Aplin

•Let Me Sign- Robert Pattinson

• Stuck in the Moment- Justin Bieber

•Sweet Nothing- Calvin Harris

Cleo's P.O.V

"I'm tired as fuck." He says still breathing heavily. I'm exhausted now. Niall made me crack, allowing himself to get his way with me in this stranger's home. Now that I replay our actions in my head.. I don't really care. I don't regret doing anything that just happened.  I tug my dress down, so I'm not just laying there exposed. I inhale and exhale slowly, trying to bring my breathing back to normal. He turns to face me, walking over.

"Come on," He tries to help me to my feet because I can't move. I suck in air harshly through my teeth, wincing and shake my head no, going back to the floor.

"What's the matter?" He asks me as I lay with my back pressed on the rug in the bathroom.

"I can't um, feel m-my.. um," I don't know how to word this. He stares into my eyes deeply while I try to tell him what's wrong.

"Your legs?" He raises his eyebrows and I nod. I see a small smile tug at his lips and turn into a smirk.

"But it hurts." I don't feel that uncomfortable talking about things to Niall because he's understanding, but this is awkward for me to say in general.

He points to the area hiding underneath my dress, raising his eyebrows, questioning.

"Yes." I look at him and he scoots his body upwards near my head, giving me a serious sympathetic look.

"How bad?" He runs his hand over my, probably messy, hair.

"Niall,"  I grumble, covering my face with my hands. Okay, now I'm embarrassed.

"Would you mind if I looked?" He asks me in a serious tone instead of his usual provocative one. I shake my head no, giving him permission to look since I can't look because I'm in too much pain to get up. My hands stay over my face as I hear Niall scoot himself down towards my feet and stop right in front of me. I feel my fabric being lifted up and his other hand starts separating my closed legs a bit.

"That hurts." I say aloud. My entire body physically cringes out of pain, except my legs.

"Oh, sorry." He apologizes and pries my legs apart slower and more gentle. My dress is held higher up for a while and I feel like I'm going to die of embarrassment right here on this tile floor.

"Is that time of the month?" He asks, still looking under my dress. 

"No."

"You're, um, bleeding." He looks up at me.

"What?" I prop myself onto my elbows, looking at him worried.

"There's blood under here." He says lifting my dress up again.

"Stop looking!" I swat his hands away. I wish I just pass out right now so I wouldn't have to go through this embarrassment.

"Don't you feel that?" He squints at me referring to what's going on underneath my dress.

"No, Niall. I can't feel much right now." I snap at him, rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, I forgot." He says without sarcasm.