This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 81

Niall's P.O.V

It's been a month since my incident with the bullet in my leg and I can tell Cleo is curious about what even happened. She walks around smiling at me, but I can tell it's a weak smile. The last time we actually enjoyed each other was the day after she lost the bet and we went at it, back to back, on the couch. Every time I look at the fluffy sofa, I almost laugh to myself of how our little teasing session led to us having sex.

My thigh has healed, but I still wear a brace that isn't anywhere as tight as the other one was, now I can get around on my own without a wince of pain.

Cleo is just laid down on the small sofa chair that is made for one person. She doesn't completely fill the cushion filled chair because it's very wide. I don't think anyone could cover the entire recliner, but Cleo piles loads of blankets on it, in attempts of shielding herself from the freezing weather outside. I cannot wait until spring time next month, it's just way too cold for me, and I don't like going outside in the snow because the only activity to do is shovel snow. Cleo insists that we go ice skating, but I'd definitely bust my ass as soon as one foot touches the frozen water.

I try to wake Cleo up from the couch, but she just grumbles and swats at my like I'm some sort fly. It's around one in the afternoon and she's sleeping because she fell asleep watching some show she calls Pretty Little Eaters, it's either Eaters or Liars, I can't remember.

Whenever I offer to take her ice skating, she's suddenly awake. Cleo basically run up the stairs shrieking in excitement. I follow her up the stairs and browse through the small amount of clothes that I have to wear in the cold.

"I'm ready," I hear Cleo's voice and turn around to see her dressed like an Eskimo. Her thick scarf, hat, gloves, earmuffs, coat, jeans, and black boots make her stand there like a stature. She's wearing so much clothing she looks stiff.

I throw on the same things she has on, and we leave to go to the ice rink that Cleo has been bugging me about. We get there and I purchase both of our tickets, making her thank me a million times before I tell her to stop because she will thank me the entire night.

"Can I get a seven and a half?" Cleo says pointing at the brown tattered skates. I point to my shoe size and he grabs both of ours at the same time.

"Have you been ice skating before?" She asks, lacing her shoes.

"Not at all, have you?" I finish lacing my shoes and she is still stuck on her last shoelace that she keeps knotting up, so I gesture to her to place her foot on my lap to help her untie this big knot she just created.

"I went once when I was little, but I have no clue how to skate now." She laughs.

Whenever I stand up my legs wobble because it feels like I'm standing on two skinny tree branches. Cleo walks with her arms out to help her balance so she won't fall while we head to the giant oval shaped ice rink.

"Let go of the rail, Niall." Cleo laughs at me while one of our hands are clamped together and my other hand is gripping for dear life on the wooden bar. Whenever she grabs my arm to pull me over to her, but she loses her balance and slips, landing on her ass.

"You were supposed to help me up!" She squints playfully at me while she fully stands up from her crawling to the rail.

"I didn't want to fall." I say, grabbing her hand again.

Once we finally gain both of our balances, circles and loops were made around the rink. Cleo remembered a little from skating and just helped me. Whenever she almost fell again, she brought down a complete stranger down with her.