This Love (Niall fanfiction)

Chapter 51

Cleo's P.O.V -

I woke up feeling like I wanted to die. My body was so sore. Warm air keeps fanning over my forehead and I look up to see Niall sleeping. I didn't want to wake him, so I gently unravel his arms from around my waist and exit the bed slowly.

My legs are killing me. There's a huge knot in my stomach probably because I'm hungry. I haven't had anything since earlier yesterday.

I walk downstairs quietly thanking the stairs for not squeaking while I'm tiptoeing down. I walk into the kitchen, circling around the island. I pull out a cantaloupe and start cutting it up. I went for something healthy, but I wasn't feeling satisfied.

I go into the refrigerator and pull out a can of whipped cream, eggs, two pudding cups, a box of cereal, and a mini pizza. I put the mini pepporoni pizza into the oven and crank up the dial that works the heat to the oven.

I begin to put the eggs in the skillet and notice that they're discolored kind of redish but I honestly don't care at this point. I'm starving. I keep moving around quickly and end up knocking over a box of cereal sending the spheres of cereal everywhere around the floor. I bend over and whine a little because my legs still hurt from Niall and I's night.

I spray the whipped cream in my mouth while I wait for the eggs to be done. I already finished the vanilla flavored pudding cups. The cereal is still scattered on the ground. And will stay there until further notice.

The oven dings and I rush to turn it off so it won't wake up Niall. I grab oven mits and pull the pizza out. I scarf it down pushing the fact that it was super hot still in the back of my mind. I'm halfway done with the pizza whenever I take a bite and realize it's doughy. I stare at it for a while. Not alalyzing it, but because I feel my stomach grumble.  My stomach starts to heat up.  I cover my mouth and sprint upstairs as fast as I could. I tried not to stomp keeping in mind Niall was still asleep.

I run into the bathroom and shut the door. I made it to the toilet by a hair and spewed vomit into the bowl. I can't help but make the disguisting sound effects while I puked. It made my stomach cringe at the sound which made me puke even more. I hated my fragile stomach. I can't hold anything.  "Babe, what's wrong?" Niall said all grumbly.

He wasn't mad. It was his morning voice that I had adored. He comes in shirtless with boxers clinging at his waist and raked his fingers through his blondeish brown hair as he walked over to me.  "Those damn eggs." I mumbled to myself, flushing the toilet. I walk over to the sink and brush my teeth while Niall investigates me with questions. 

"I told you not to eat those eggs, Cleo, they went bad a while ago." He says to me in a calm voice.

"I know, I was hungry and I forgot that they were old." I say wiping my mouth with a towel since it was wet from brushing my teeth.

That's what made me sick. Those eggs.

We go downstairs and Niall's jaw drops whenever he sees how much stuff I had pulled out.

"How much stuff did you eat?!" Niall says lifting up the whipped cream can and shaking it to find it empty.

"I told you I was hungry!" All he did was laugh. "Well, as long as you're eating, I guess I'm happy." He says putting down the can and walking over to me and hearing a crunch. His eyes close lightly and he takes a deep breath.

Niall opens his eyes and looks at me then at the ground. "Is this cereal?" He says squinting at the floor. "-it's not even your box of cereal! That's mine!" Niall says picking the cereal off of the floor and tossing it into the bin. "I know. I know, I didn't want any of my boring Cheerios. I wanted Lucky Charms." I say bending down, letting out a small whimper. My legs still hurt, but I'm crouched down now.

"What?" Niall says making eye contact with me.

"Nothing."

"Cleo."

"It's nothing really, Ni." I didn't want to tell him my legs hurt. That's kind of weird to just tell him. What am I supposed to say, "Hey Niall, my legs hurt still from having sex with you last night."

No.

"Tell me." He says sitting on his bum, crushing peices of cereal.

"I can't." I can feel my cheeks heat up. Dammit. If I could control it I would. He's sitting with his knees loosely from his chest with his hand connected near his knees.

"Is it about last night?" He questions.

"Yes." I say. He pulls me nudges me by my knee to come sit down. I end up falling over but landing on my bum which made me wince. I random burst of pain shot up my back as I tried to straighten up my posture, leading me to yell "ow" quite loudly. Niall's hand quickly went onto my back and started to rub in circles.

"Cleo, tell me what's wrong." I would tell him now because the pain in my back is killing me, but I can't stop breathing quickly enough to tell him.

"W-what is it?" Niall says fast. I can tell he's beginning to panic, but is trying to stay calm. I grab a bunch of words and spit them out at him.

"My body. I-it hurts!" I say wincing at the pain coming from my knees. It feels like someone is smashing my kneecaps with a hammer repeatedly. I stop crying and breathe deeply. I keep gasping uncontrollably. I'm even scaring myself. I don't know what's happening. This hasn't happened in a while. Niall gets on his knees and picks me up to set me on the island.

My legs are dangling over, nowhere near touching the tile floor. I shake my hand in his face to grab his attention. He's pacing back and fourth wondering what to do. I point to the phone and he dial's the ambulance.

"Everything's going to be okay? Alright, princess?" He says standing between my legs, rubbing my shoulder and stroking my short hair. "-They said they'd be here in 10 minutes, calm down some okay." Niall says trying to make me mock his deep inhaling.

I clench my stomach and bend over the opposite side of the counter away from Niall and gag. I thought I was going to puke. I guess not. That's strange. Usually I would puke whenever my stomach heated itself.

"What are you doing?" Niall says checking over the counter and then lifting my chin up with his index finger, making me look at him.

"I thought I had to-" I knew it. Wrong place. Wrong time.

"Cleo!"

Niall quickly rips his soiled shirt off and throws it in the bin."-I am so sorry." I say gasping between every word. I can't help it.

"Don't worry about it."

"-I hear the doorbell ringing." Niall says running over to the door and opening it. People come swarming in everywhere and it just leads me to panic even more. I hate crowds of people.

"I'll meet you there!" Niall said grabbing the car keys as the put me on a white bed. I started to cry because every time I see one of these gurneys I think of death. I don't want to die.

"No! Stay with me!" I say snatching Niall by his wrist. I didn't want him to leave. What if I got to the hospital dead. What if I didn't make it. I don't want this being my last time seeing him. We're in the back of the truck and zoom through traffic. Niall is telling me it's going to be okay and trying to make me smile by telling me corny jokes.

They made me laugh. My breathing went back to regular, but my body ached a lot, so I didn't move much. They had a mask thing over my face that gave me air. I knew I had asthma. I just didn't think I'd have an asthma attack after all of these years. I had one the entire time, but it stopped and started back up once I saw the hospital bed pull out of the ambulance truck at the house.

"I love you." Niall says kissing every part of my face. I raise my mask thing up and kiss his lips.

"I love you too, Niall." Whenever the doctors had told us that I had an asthma attack in the car, like ten minutes ago, Niall looked confused. It started out as panic attacks and would just work it's way up. Eventually it became asthma.

I don't know how. I just know if I panic, most likely I'm having an asthma attack. Niall looked pretty disappointed whenever the doctor had told him how long I had had asthma. I never told him. I never planned on it. I know I'm going to be okay. They had told me so. I just hope everything between Niall and I were going to be okay as well.