This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 90

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Niall's P.O.V

Cleo shakes her head whenever she tries to get in the car. I come around to her side of the car, I see her bending over, making an pain face, then she changes it to happy.

"Do you need help getting in?" I ask her whenever she turns her back to me, bringing her hands to her face and she shakes her head no, bending over again.

"Say something." I try to turn her to me, but she doesn't budge. A small cry slips out of Cleo's mouth whenever she bends over again.

I step in front of her and ask her what's wrong, I hold her face in my hands while I bend down, trying to look in her eyes. I call her name repeatedly quietly while she's still bent over, her hands lean on her knees.

"It was too hot," She stands up to wipe her face off.

"What?"

"The wax," She she sniffles and wipes her eyes with the palm of her hand roughly.

"The wax was too hot?" I ask, while she puts her hands over her face.

"All of the wax was too hot?" I ask, trying to understand what's going on, but she just wipes her eyes with her palms again. If she keeps rubbing her eyes like this, she'll give herself a black eye. I don't know much about waxing, but I remember one time I was making noodles and the water was too hot..

"The wax burned you." I state, rather than asking. I don't know what it feels like to get a wax because I've never gotten one, but if she Cleo did get burned by wax, it'll hurt for sure. I feel like shit because I'm the one who brought her here.

She nods, wiping her eyes hard again, so I remove them from her face and hug her. I know it most definitely hurts, but she can use that ointment stuff that she got the other day.

"Can I see it whenever we get home?" She shakes her head, no and I ask her where she got burned and she tells me it's all near her area, I watch her cheeks heat up from telling me this because she's embarrassed. I hug her tighter because I know she'll be in the worst pain until we get home and the thing that sucks is we have to go back to that wedding thing place to pick up Harry.

I pick her up and put her in the car, to relive some sort of pain, I guess. The bride store is about two hours away from the house and I sure as hell cannot speed unless I want my third ticket.

"Are you okay?" I ask her and she shakes her head no, sniffling. Cleo starts to unbutton her jeans slowly because they're making things worse.

I give her the other set of her extra clothes from the water park and she throws her jeans in the back and puts on my sweatpants instead of her denim shorts.

"Sorry," Every time I turn the car she grips the door handle, her other hand hiding her face from mine. Harry calls my cell phone, apologizing for earlier and I tell him it's okay, we agree to put it behind us and I pull into the parking lot, waiting for Harry to come outside.

"Hey N-" He opens the front door and sees Cleo bent over, her head held down and her hands gripping her hair.

"What happened?" He asks, touching her back and she relaxes, she thinks it's me. Cleo looks up with a puffy pained face that's wet.

"I want to lay down." She says looking at Harry, then turning to me. I knew she thought was me. Cleo gestures to the backseat and I come around to help her get to the back.