This Love 2

chapter 19

Cleo's P.O.V

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Just because I was wasted last night doesn't mean I don't remember why I went to the bar. Niall's mom is downstairs, probably talking about me, but I don't really care at this moment. She needs to accept the fact that I'm marrying her son and get over it. As bitchy as it sounds it's true, besides I have every right to be bitchy after Niall's comment to me last night.

I really want to talk about feelings with him, but at the same time I don't want to. We tried it once before and it fucked up my sleep and my mind, the pills I take at night are still taken at night now.  Thinking I could get off of them was the dumbest idea.

I'm laying in the bed, snuggled up in numerous pillows, blankets and a comforter. I like to stay warm. There isn't a need to wear pants right now because I'm not planning on getting out of this bed anytime soon. His mother and I got along right before we left from their house a while back, but that changed quickly.

The door is knocked on and I swear if this is his mother..

"Baby," It's Niall.

"What?" I say in a dull, monotone voice.

"My family wants us down there together." He pats the comforter that covers my back.

"That's great." I say sarcastically.

"Cleo." He warns.

"Niall, how about you go down there and tell them what you told me last night." I move my up to look at him, smiling.

"I apologized to you all night and morning about how I didn't mean to say that! How long do I have to keep saying I'm sorry?" He raises his voice a little.

"I accepted your apology! It's just that you knew what happened and I feel like you used it against me to try to make a point." I flip over, making him look at my back.

"I honestly didn't mean to say it and I  never intended on hurting your feelings. I know how easily that can happen to you, so I would never do that to you."

"But, you did..badly, Niall." The bed goes down a little and I know it's him.

I lay on my side and he straddles my waist, my eyes shut because I have a feeling where this is going and if I shut my eyes, I won't get as emotional. Whenever we would fuck up something in our relationship, the way we'd say sorry is by doing it silently. A lot can be said without us saying anything. I feel wet lips on my cheek.

"I never meant to hurt you." He says, lips traveling to my ear.

I stay to the side as his mouth presses soft kisses to the side of my face, after each one he'd sit back up. I rolled onto my back, not making eye contact yet, I want to take this silent apology one step at a time. I don't stop him whenever I feel his face centimeters away from mine, our noses brush and his lips graze over mine, not fully bringing them down. I peak my eyes open to look at his lips, then swipe my tongue quickly over them. It was hard to ignore his close presence that is very tempting right now.

His eyes flick up to meet mine, then his forehead settles on mine as we try to see who is going to make the first actual move. Niall presses his lips to mine, the wet kisses that we exchange are able to be heard, sounding like smacks. I know we should probably think of a different way to apologize, but this works for us both. It's usually him that takes my lip between his teeth, but I want to try it this time.

"Ow," He rasps and I let go of his lip.

"You bit down too hard." He chuckles and pecks my lips again.

"Sorry." My eyes look away from his in embarrassment.

I could've torn his entire mouth of because I didn't know what to do. As fucked up as that sounds, it's funny to think about.