This Love 2

chapter 3

Songs for this Chapter:

Teenage Dream- Katy Perry

Keep Holding On- Avril Lavigne

She Will Be Loved- Maroon 5

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I TYPED THIS WHILE I WAS HALF ASLEEP/ HALF AWAKE SO PLEEEEASE EXCUSE ANY TYPOS THAT ARE MADE

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Cleo's P.O.V

Our attitudes towards each other is way better than it was a few days ago, that was the most painful month of my life and yesterday, I was relieved that he didn't see any of the cuts that added on to the others, but on my other hip. The laughs that softly burst in my ear makes me smile, just the sound of him in general makes me happy.

Piper and I fall asleep in the backseat after we had gone out for lunch. Today has been long even though it's only five o'clock, I'm still tired. We're supposedly going out tonight at eight, so I might as well go to sleep since I was woken up at the ass crack of dawn by Niall pinching my butt.

"If you don't get up, I'll leave your ass in here." He tells me after trying to get me out of the car for ten minutes. I almost fall on my way out and Niall shuts the car door, then holds my hand until we get upstairs.  Niall's cold fingers unstrap my sandals and unzips my skirt.

"I want my skirt on." I zip it back up, so he can't see my scars. I feel the bed sink down a bit at the top, I get under the comforter and scoot up next to him.

"Take that off." He puts me on his body, the way we usually lay, but I roll off and he gets up. He pulls me back on him whenever he takes his clothes off, leaving him in his boxers. His black jeans are uncomfortable to rub my legs against, the shirt is fine, but I want to have my stomach against his.

"Hold on, I'm almost done," I shout to Niall in the bathroom. I can't have him in here with me while I get dressed anymore due to our month apart that ended up with me having more cuts.

"Do I look okay? I couldn't find anything else to w-" The sleeveless black dress hugs my body and stops at the middle of my thigh. It's plain unlike every girls dress who will be at the club, the light gold sparkling heels I have on are surprisingly comfortable and they match the flashy gold necklace that I found in the bottom of my jewelry box, but it shows a little bit of my stitches from the crash still.

"I want to get you out of this damn dress right now and fuck you," Niall grabs my butt, bringing our hips together and taking my lip between his teeth, I put my forehead to his, giving into kissing him. I hum, no, when he pushes me against the wall and grinds his hips against mine, he groans whenever I put my hands on his chest, keeping him from rolling against me again.

"So, I'm going downstairs with my penis trying to escape my jeans?" He points down to the spot, hovering over me still. I laugh and shrug, making him squint at me for teasing him like this, but he keeps begging and bringing his body lower, like I wouldn't notice.

"God, shut up." I laugh and get off of the bed, taking a few steps to make Niall think I'm going to leave, then turn around and push him back on the bed. He sits up and I pull his jeans down just enough to get his dick out, I take him in and out of my mouth while he moans above me.

I put one hand on Niall's knee and the other behind his waist, whenever his hips buck involuntarily, he puts a hand in my hair and pushes me closer. I'm fine with taking more of him, it's just his grip on me.

"Ow! Stop pulling my hair!" I back away to push his chest roughly with the hand that was on his knee. He falls back on his elbows, but ends up just laying down on his back while he keeps rolling his hips up, I sneak my hands on the sides of his torso and claw at his skin, I know it drives him crazy.