This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 39

Niall's P.O.V -

The cops had just informed us that Cleo's uncle, Peter, had just escaped from prison. I reach my hand out rubbing circles into Cleo's back attempting to ease her nervousness that was clearly visible through her facial expressions.

"S-so you mean y-you don't know where he i-is?" Cleo says staring off into space.

"No ma'am. We will be the first ones to notify you of any new information about your uncle." The officer says. While I'm rubbing Cleo's back I can feel her back grumble beneath my touch.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Cleo says in a strained voice, getting herself out of the conversation. She quickly runs covering her mouth with her hand. She picks up her speed down the hallway and turns the corner.

"Sorry, I'm going to go check on her." I say to the officer.

"It's fine, we were just leaving anyway." He tilts his hat in my direction and left the flat. Lana comes around the corner telling me that she isn't well right now.

"I'm still going to check on her." I say forgetting her comment. "I don't mean to be rude, but I just want to go see how she's doing."

I walk down the hall and go into the room that was Cleo's and go into her bathroom. I don't see her instantly, but I hear her sniff and follow her sobs.

"Niall, please leave." I see her bent over the toilet bowl and go towards her.

"I'm not leaving you." Cleo looks at me with an irritated expression, but quickly changing it to a shocked. She snaps her head back over the toilet, letting her hair curtain over her shoulders and throws up.

I walk closer and grab her hair, pulling it out of her face. The last time I was holding Cleo's hair was pulled back for a similar situation was whenever she puked in my car. I'd rather her puke in the toilet.

She finishes and flushes the toilet. She grabs a toothbrush out of the cabinet, pulling back the plastic and opening it. She slides blue paste on the bristles and scrubs her mouth.

Cleo walks out of the bathroom and runs her hand over the wall making her way to her bed.

"Do you want anything?"

"Could you get me a water bottle please?" She asks crawling into her sheets and burying her face in the duvet.

"Yeah." I walk to Cleo pulling the covers from over her face and plant a kiss on her forehead.

"Thanks."