This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 96

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Songs for this Chapter:

Everywhere I Go- Lissie

The Bird and The Worm- Owl City

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Cleo's P.O.V

Today is the day that Niall's family leaves to go back to Ireland and in an way, I'm ready for them to leave, well..  Niall's mother. I especially don't want Harry to leave because we've become so close in our friendship.

"Cleo," I shut my eyes.

"I know you're awake already," Niall says.

"No you don't." I smile peaking one eye open, then close it back when I see his open.

"Why were you staring at me, you creep." My eyes open back up and he's smirking at me.

"I was just wondering why you were crying the other night," My mind drifted off to that night that Niall broke down right in front of me and in the back seat. I've never seen him like that. He didn't even cry like that whenever he had gotten shot and to see him like that worried me.

"Come here," His hand goes around me, pulling my body to his. I lay on my side with my head on his arm while he lays on his back, looking down at me.

"The guys that were chasing you were the same ones that work for your uncle. When Peter went to jail and he sent the guys on a task, which was to capture you and do what they please to do, then kill you. It just frustrated me, so much to the point where I couldn't hold myself together, but I promise you that they won't ever lay a finger on you." He looks down at me, hugging my waist gently tightly, comforting me.

"Whenever we get into an argument, usually you like to get away from me. So, I have to follow you to make sure that they won't find you like they did the other day. I hate when we fight. It stresses both of us out and you'll have a panic attack from being overwhelmed," I pull the covers to my shoulder and keep looking at him.

"But, whenever we do fight we have make up sex and that's nice." I smile and he pinches my butt.

"It's better than nice, but I don't want to argue with you just so we can do it. The day before the wedding, you were completely drunk and took your top off while Harry was in the car. You need to stop drinking if you can't hold your liquor, Cleo."

I can hold my liquor, I was just drinking with a few new friends and it got a little out of hand.

"I was just drunk, I can hold it."

"Whenever I say hold it, I don't mean by you getting drunk. I mean not puking just because you can't learn when to stop."

"I didn't even p-"

"Yes you did. Whenever we got home, you'd ramble and then I had to take you to the toilet. You don't remember it because you were wasted." His hand rubs my side still, but I move it away.

"See? I can see where this is going already. I didn't mean to upset you by saying it like that, but please just be careful." He says to me and I lift my head back up.

"I took it to heart, sorry." I stare into his eyes.

"So, do you want to get out of bed now? They aren't awake yet, but we could go make breakfast?" I reaches for his shirt to put on before I can even respond, I take the shirt and toss it back on the floor, and lay my body on his, shaking my head, no. My body is directly on his, my head in his, my arms wrapping around his back, my legs on his. His body is relaxing to lay on, I scoot my body down a little, so my head comes down a little, getting underneath his chin and neck. His breathing is comfortable, making his chest rise up and down steadily against mine.