This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 86

Songs for this Chapter:

is it just me or do you guys feel awkward listening to the boys' songs while reading a book about them? no? okay.

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All that Matters- Justin Bieber

Crazy Kids- Kesha or Ke$ha..  idk

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room- John Mayer 

Hot- Avril Lavigne

Next to You- Justin Bieber ft. Chris Brown

Niall's P.O.V

Cleo puts on a floral dress that comes to the middle of her thighs, but it's not tight at all, yet it still turns me on. She puts makeup on her neck, covering the purple spot that I made on her.

"I can still see it," I stand next to her in the bathroom, with my back on the counter, watching her put more on her neck. She gives up and pulls her hair over it.

Whenever we go downstairs, my dad says he wants to talk to Cleo because he didn't really say much whenever we flew to my home to her.

"Yes, I really like your son." She says to my father who is investigating my girlfriend.

"I think you like him more than you say you do, but that's between you two." He chuckles whenever Cleo's cheeks turned dark pink. My dad is way more calm than my rude mother, so I don't really worry about him being anything like his wife.

They talk for an hour and my mom asks Cleo if she'd like to have a girls day out, she nods, smiling. I sit next to her on the white sofa that Cleo loves probably more than our bed, I ask both of them what they'll be doing and my mother says they need a woman's day.

"Don't worry about it." My mother says laughing.

"Do you know where?" I ask everyone in the room except Cleo.

"Tell me," I put my arm around her shoulder and she shakes her head no.

"Fine." I shrug, smirking. She swats me away and tells me that we company, but I tell her that I don't care. I'm thankful for the blanket that lays over us, while our backs lean against then couch. When everyone focuses on the boring television show, I move Cleo's hair, giving her another hickey above her other one.

"The one on Grove Raider street," She whispers quietly in my ear while I suck on her neck. Greg gestures for us to stop because a show is almost over in a little bit. She wipes her wet neck off with her hand quickly, making her wince, I wipe my around my wet lips and Cleo moves her hair back, pretending to be play a game on her phone.

At dinner, we all sit around the table and they blabber on about some waterpark that they want to go to tomorrow. I know what waterpark they're talking about and I don't think Cleo would even be stable enough to go. There are giant waterslides, swimming rivers, and boat rides. 

At night whenever we go to sleep, Cleo keeps saying how excited she is to go, so I would rather not destroy her joyful mood.

The next morning, Cleo wakes me up earlier than everyone else telling me that she doesn't have a swimsuit that she wants to wear.

"Can we go to the store to look for one?" She asks me, sitting up crissed cross in the bed, I'm still laying on my stomach with my cheek on the pillow.

"Get up," She starts shaking my back, so I'll get up, but instead I just groan and try to go back to sleep.

I get up because she kept talking about how her swimsuit is a one piece and she doesn't like it, she wants one of those two piece things.