This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 80

Songs for this Chapter:

The A Team- Ed Sheeran

Unpredictable- 5SOS

Latch - Disclosure

Alive- One Direction

Cleo's P.O.V

I forgot all about that stupid bet. Well, if I would've won, it wouldn't have been stupid, but since Niall won.. it's stupid.

The next day, I had to wake up early to give Niall his pill that he refused to take, but he wasn't going to fall for my "pill kiss" again.

"Take it," I try to bring the pill to his mouth, but he swats at me.. again.

"You take it."

"This is for you," I'm getting agitated. "Here."

"Fine," He snatches the pill and swallows it with water, groaning in annoyance.

I sit back on on the bed next to Niall and reach for the remote, turning the television on an abcfamily movie.

"Cleo, can you turn this? I don't want to watch this." Niall looks at me, but I smile still focused on the television.

"Then close your eyes." I laugh and shrug. The remote is snatched out of my hand and I whip my head around to look at him.

"I won," He smirks and I grin, squinting my eyes at him.

I help him downstairs because he said he wanted to eat at the table, while I cook pasta for him... at nine in the morning. I give him the pasta and he smiles, reminding me of how bad I lost the bet.

"I want to sit on the couch." He smirks. I'm going to punch him on his thigh if he keeps this shit up.

"Then use your crutches and go over there." I glare at him, making him laugh. I know he can tell I'm getting irritated, but that's just encouraging him to continue this tortuous penalty of losing.

"I want you to bring ice for my leg," He says from the couch.

And I want you to shut the hell up.

I toss him the ice pack and walk off, but he catches me by my longsleeve sweatshirt.

"Can you put it under my leg for me?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I almost yell.

"No, I am not fucking kidding you," He laughs. "You lost the bet."

I snatch the ice pack from him and carefully place it under his leg. Even though I'm getting annoyed with his commands, I wouldn't hurt his leg purposely.

"Can we talk?" He looks at me seriously. I pray that it isn't about the situation that happened a few days ago. I really don't want to talk about it because I'll probably end up crying angrily and shouting at him.

"Um, yeah." I walk over to take a seat next to him. His eyes stay locked on me, making me slightly nervous about what's about to come out of his mouth. He stares at me as if he's trying to think of a way to say the sentence that he's about to tell me. The staring is making me anxious and nervous, he's been staring at me for five minutes, and hasn't said a word.

He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it. Then opens it and nothing comes out.

"Just say it already!" I rush my words out of anxiety.

"Did you get another tattoo?" He stares at me hard, examining my face, making sure that I won't lie to him.

"I don't know." I look away from his strong gaze.