This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 12

Niall's P.O.V -

I had revealed a tattoo on her shoulder that I was never informed of. I wonder why she never showed me. I back away and shut the door, running over to the driver's side, slamming the door shut loudly. I look over at Cleo as she wakes up with a confused facial expression. I start up the car and focus back on her.

She was groaning with her hand over her stomach. I click on the car lights to brighten up the inside, to see if Cleo was okay.

"What's wrong?" I glance at her, then back at the road to see what was wrong with her.

I had to move her hair out of her face because it had fallen over her face at a red light as she swayed back and forth, but she keeps groaning.

"It hurts," Cleo whines painfully.

"What? What hurts?" I'm frantically asking because she is slurring her words and I can't hear her. Fuck, the light turned green and she sits back sighing with her eyes closed.

"I-it's my stomach." I see Cleo slam her eyes shut, throwing her head back while clenching her stomach, cringing in her seat. She looks like she's in so much pain and I haven't got a clue why.

"What the hell did you drink? Tell me so I can-" She cut me off by yelling out in pain and I feel bad because I have absolutely no fucking clue what to do. I wasn't even expecting her to wake up anytime soon, but whenever she did I planned on asking her about her tattoo. I tell her to undo her seatbelt to maybe take some of the pressure off of her stomach.

Cleo's hand was quickly exploring all over the door. Reaching for something that I'm unaware of. I don't know if she's just touching the door because she's drunk or if she's being serious.

"I don't feel good." She says taking deep breaths. I place my hand over her back leaning over to her.

"Is it your stomach?" She nods quickly and I notice her tense up as her eyes widen. Her nods become slower still holding her stomach.

"Holy fuck." I know what she's about to do. I try to get off of the free way so that I can go into a store parking lot. I'm just going to pull over.

"Hold on." I find a way to get off of the freeway and as soon as I put my signal on to turn to pull into a parking lot, Cleo bends over quickly to empty her stomach out. Splattering whatever food she ate today all over the floor.

In my goddamn car.

Her hands fly up to move her hair to hold it on one side. I face the other way as I hear spilling against my floors. I don't even want to fucking look, but I don't really have a choice to, whenever I look over she's still bent over, but she's not doing anything..thank God.

I park and get out of my car and go around to her side. I open the door and open my mouth to tell her if she needs to get out, but she cuts me off before I can say anything.

"Move." She says strained. I don't understand why she told me to move until I see her hold her hand over her mouth. I help her out of the car because she's too intoxicated to stand right now. She moves back inside the car and I just shut the door.

What am I supposed to do with this shit in my car?

I sped home and got there literally in five minutes with all of the fucking windows down. I can't be pissed at her because sits obvious someone put something in her drink that made her get sick.

"Do you feel sick still?" I ask, looking at the road then glance at her as she shakes her head.

I go around to her side, helping her out of the car and she mumbles an apology to me, so I tell her that it isn't her fault. Cleo looks around like a lost puppy.

"We're at my house." I tell her and I watch her eyes widen at me, backing away slowly.

"I'm not an axe murderer, Cleo." I assure her and she mumbles another apology.

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