This Love 2

chapter 6

Songs for this Chapter: 

Love Like This- Natasha Bedingfield

Say- John Mayer

Cleo's P.O.V

I caved in. It's not like I did it on purpose, the thought of my uncle's men that are out to get me, hiding in the bedroom, then all coming at me at once, taking me away before I could even call out Niall's name. I'm still pissed off at him, but I have to let it go because of last night.. or this morning?  I don't know, it was early in the morning.

"Where's Niall?" I ask rubbing my eyes as I walk over to the fuzzy recliner chair and ball myself up underneath the tons of blankets. Harry made it freezing in his room and left it open, like an idiot, letting the cold air spread throughout the somewhat small house.

"There's ten," Piper says to me, with her sock covered feet in Harry's lap.

"He won't go get them because he's lazy." She made ten pancakes, so she wants Harry to go get them.

"I have four tickets to a basketball game? If you guys are interested? It's tonight."

"Sure, I don't really understand basketball, but yeah, I'll go." I laugh lightly. 

I sit on the comfy recliner with a blanket over my head, reminding me of little red riding, but my attention diverts to the bathroom next to the stairs and Niall comes out.

There's something about his natural hair that makes him more attractive to me, the way he runs his hand through his hair, the clothes he's wearing have probably been loaned to me before.

"You sure do look focused." Niall says to me and I look away, when my cheeks turn pink they laugh at me. I flick them off and look up at Niall who is standing in front of me with a plate.

"Sit on my lap," I keep my blanket over my head while I stand up, he sits in the blanket filled chair, setting the plate on the side table and waves one hand to me, gesturing for me to join him on the recliner.

"Get on his lap already! You know you want too," Piper snaps playfully, she keeps laughing when my cheeks blush again. I turn around and Niall is just sitting there, smiling, it's difficult to get on him without using hands because mine are holding the blanket over my head. He grabs my hips and lifts me up onto his lap.

I sit facing him, then turn my body sideways, still on him and lay my head on his chest. I adjust myself, so I'm sitting with my legs crossed and he picks up the plate and asks me if I want syrup on the pancake.

"How was your sleep after.." When he trails off, I know he's talking about my sleep with him, but not in a provocative way.

"I wasn't scared anymore, if that's what you mean." He was like a shield bubble in the middle of the night.

"Are you still mad at me?" I feed him a piece off of the fork. I don't know how to answer that question..

"Yeah, but less because of last night." He pauses the fork before putting it in my mouth. The piece goes in his mouth instead of mine, but it's okay with me, I think.

"Niall," He cuts off more, feeding the both of us.

"Niall," I'm trying not to raise my voice, so Piper and Harry won't hear.

"So, you're ignoring me now?" His blue eyes snap at mine, I straighten my posture, standing my ground, but end up making the recliner go back. Piper and Harry stay there, but I don't care right now.

"Niall." I say his name one more time then, my hand hits his cheek, not hard because I'm still half asleep. I wish I was fully awake by now. I hear Harry say "Women," and Piper calls him a curse word that I didn't fully get because I'm going upstairs to get away from this speechless idiot.