This Love 2

chapter 63

Niall's P.O.V -

The reaction that I expected from Cleo was the complete opposite. I expected her scramble out of bed, yell at me for drinking too much, just rage in general, but she doesn't.

"Are you okay?" She gets out if bed to turn on the other lamp, much brighter than the dim one on the nightstand.

"Yeah, I just had too many beers." I slide out of bed and she surprisingly helps me to the bathroom.

"Just stay in there, I'm going to get you a soda and crackers, then change the sheets. Don't move." Her finger points at the toilet that I'm hovering over, sitting on my bent legs.

I stay in the bathroom and drink the clear colored soda, these crackers are wasting crumbs everywhere. Cleo changes the other sheets with the ones she bought..they're lavender with black, pink, and blue flowers. I knew she was gonna put something girly.

"How are you feeling?" Cleo comes in the bathroom sucking on a popsicle.

"Better than before." I sigh.

"Have you thrown up again? If you have, then you can't get in the bed yet.. those are clean sheets and I don't want them to get soiled." She leans against the counter, smirking.

"No, so can I come back to bed? Those girly sheets look snug." I chuckle. A quick burp surprises me, butdidn'surprised me even more whenever I exhaled and bile came up.

"You cannot come back to bed yet, sorry."

"Alex, I only did that because I burped! I'm finished, I promise. Please I'm exhausted." It's four in the morning and I can barely stay awake, I'm about to just get in the bed.

"This is the only clean sheets left. We have to buy more. I threw the other ones away. Niall, you have to wait!" She holds her arms out to block the doorway, but I just pick her up on the way to the bed.

"Niall, put me down! Put me down- I hate when you do this! PUT ME DOWN!" The last time she says it, she screams to the top of her lungs, so I hit her on her ass. I have no choice but to let her down. If I didn't, she would've busted my eardrums.

I lay down in the bed and Cleo is at the end of the bed whenever I turn the lamp off. Loud screams erupt, scaring me awake. I feel around the side of the bed to grab her, but she isn't there. I feel thrashing near my feet and I get from under the sheets to put my hands on her shoulders and shake her awake.

"It was just a dream. It wasn't real, it wasn't real. It's okay, I'm right here. You were just dreaming," I cross my legs to place her in my lap and cradle her in order to calm her down.

"That wasn't a dream. That was a nightmare.. God, it seemed so real." Cleo shakes her head and wipes her sweaty forehead.

"Did you wanna change shirts? You've soaked this one." The dark pink tint arrives on her cheeks once she sees how much sweat is on it.

I take the shirt off and she crawls up to the top of the bed, then goes to sleep after an hour of playing with my fingers.

It's odd how fascinated she is with my hands, but she always has been like that since I met her. Either she'd stare at them or just touch them.

In the morning, a heavy knock is on our room door.

"Rise and shine, buttercups! We have to go visit the venue and the boutique!" My mom shouts in her giddy mood.

I really want to marry Cleo. More than anything. I just have a feeling she doesn't feel the same way. I don't want to make her uncomfortable and ask her straight forward.