This Love 2

chapter 60

Cleo's P.O.V -

"I can't!" I run down the isle of the airplane and a woman pushes me into a seat.

"Stop pushing me! We're all getting our bags. Calm down!" I wonder if there are extra price charges for messing up the inside of the plane. As soon as I hit the floor from the getting pushed harshly my stomach disagrees with me and decides to release itself after I cough twice. I sit up quickly, covering my mouth while bile drops down onto my lap and on my shirt.

"Ew!" Many people run by while I empty my stomach on myself. This is so embarrassing. I'm helpless right now. My eyes are slammed shut and my head is bowed to avoid people seeing me. I'm squished between the seats, the tight space is making it hard for me to stand up, but once I do make my way off the plane the pilot hands me a bunch of paper towels.

People are staring at me while I walk to the restroom. The first thing I do is wash my mouth out, then wet the napkins to wipe the crotch and thighs of my jeans along with the line going down my shirt. I can't even get the stench off of my clothes and it's pissing me off. I'm going to be in the car on the way home for an hour and a half smelling like vomit.

I'm not letting Niall in the restroom with me this time. I don't ever mind him coming in, but it's just that right now isn't a good time. I'm embarrassed and upset.

"Someone is in here!" I shout to the person knocking on the door.

"Well, you didn't lock the door." Niall grins, coming closer.

"I stink." I back into the corner of the wall and fold my arms across my chest. The closer he comes near me the more my eyes brim with tears.

"Stop it. I'm already embarrassed enough." I walk to the next corner, but that doesn't seem to stop him.

"It's not your fault, you couldn't help it." He shrugs as if this isn't a big deal.

Niall's P.O.V -

After I shrug casually, Cleo's lips slowly frown and her bottom lip shakes as I come walk towards her. Her eyebrows furrow and tears roll down her cheeks.

"Why are you crying? Cleo, this isn't your fault." I wait for her to move her hands away from her face as she sobs quickly.

"B-because you don't understand." I decide to hold my breath whenever I stand in front of her.

"Well, you can tell me what I don't understand whenever we get home." My hands loop with hers.

"Throw that jacket away." It's the jacket that she accidentally puked on whenever she yawned.

"Can't I just wash it? I like this sweater." Her wet red eyes look at mine and I can't help but say yes. I already feel bad for her.  She doesn't have any extra clothes in the suitcase, so she'll just wear something of mine in the car.

"Here, change into this. I'll stand outside." I hand her my jacket from the back of the car and sweatpants that I didn't wear in Colorado.

After she finishes changing clothes we get on the road and drive. She puts her feet in the seat, then fiddles with her fingers in her lap for almost fifteen minutes straight, the longer she does it the faster she moves her fingers.

Whenever I move one of my hands off of the steering wheel I hold it out for Cleo to grab, but she just brings her hands up to her face wiping her eyes with her palms.

"Do you want to stop by somewhere to get food?" I ask, but she shakes her head no. "Well, do you want pizza for dinner?" I take her shrug as a yes.