This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 88

Songs for this Chapter:

Team- Lorde

Replay - Zendaya

Tennis Courts- Lorde

Never say Never- The Fray

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Cleo's P.O.V

I bump the top of my head on the bottom of a table, my head is pounding while I sit up and get off of the floor. Where is my bra? Where is my shirt? Oh, I see my bra on the other side of the room. I cover my chest with my arms whenever I walk over to get my boob cover.

I try to clasp it together behind my back, but my head hurts too bad for me to even try to put this damn bra on properly. Cold hands touch my back, clipping my bra together. I put my hands on the side of my head to remove this hangover, but I know that isn't about to happen.

Whenever Niall's hand hits my butt  I know that means he's finished helping me with my bra. I crawl onto the bed and stick my head in between the pillows. I feel like shit.

"Take these," Niall's freezing hands touch me again and I groan, it hurts my head a little more, but oh well. I swallow the advils with water and lay back down.

"Someone had a lot to drink last night." He chuckles at me and runs his hand over the front of my hair.

"I didn't even have a lot." I defend with my head laying on the pillow. Niall gets in the bed and lays behind me, his arm wrapping around my torso, and the top of my head is below his chin because of the way I'm balled up.

"Yes you did. You made this mess in here," Niall says pointing to the loads of clothes on the floor. "And you wasted the alcohol over there too." He points to the wet stain on the carpet. When he chuckles behind me, my back vibrates because of him.

"You just don't remember," He pulls me into his chest a little more, still laughing at me.

"I remember us going at it on the bathroom counter." I turn my head around to smirk at him, but he ends up kissing me instead. I turn back around and grab his hand, messing with his fingers.

"Are you bored or something because you've been playing with my fingers for a while now," His hand gets out of my hold and tickle my stomach. I laugh and groan at the same time, every time I laugh my head pounds a little harder.

"Okay, okay, stop." I reach my hand past my body and over his, to hit his butt, signaling for him to stop tickling me. His hand smacks my butt after I hit his and I hold it because he hit too hard.

"Oops." He smirks, leaning over me, to peck his lips against my cheek.

After we lay in the bed for around an hour, I move my hands up to play with his because he fell asleep, my head still under his chin, while I tug at a hair on his forearm. He yanks his hand away from mine and flips me over to face him in a matter of seconds.

"Go to sleep." He grumbles over my head and I tell him that I'm not sleepy because as much as my head hurts, I don't want to go back to sleep. His arms wrap around me, so I can't go for his hands.

"Watch a movie or something then." He gently scratches my back.

"I've seen all of these, can we go rent one?" I ask sticking one of my feet, covered in fuzzy socks, through his legs.

"No. Watch a movie again." He turns the other way since he's still tired from staying up late with me, but I want to watch a movie, surprisingly enough.

I convince him to go the movie rental store, so I put on sweatpants and a shirt that I found on the floor. He slips his sweatpants on from yesterday along with a jumper.