This Love 2

chapter 1

A/N:  I'm baaaaaaack  :)))) You guys kept asking me to write a sequel because you loved this book and it made me really happy that you guys actually appreciate my book.

It means a lot to know that people actually like the things I do because in reality, I seem to fuck up all of the time, but not on purpose, so it really means a lot to me that someone actually appreciates what I do. I love you guys so much, thank you. :)

Songs for this Chapter:

Titanium - Madilyn Bailey

Gravity - Sara Barailles

Say Something - A Great Big World

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Niall's P.O.V

"She may need someone to talk to, you know?"

"Like a therapist?" I ask Harry. It's a pretty good day out actually, so we just came out here by ourselves. Cleo didn't want to come outside. She wanted to stay inside and bake something, I think it was either cupcakes or a cake?

"Maybe you could try talking to her about it?" He suggests, taking a swig of his beer. I already drank mine and I don't plan on having another because I know I probably will end up drunk.

"She won't talk to me about it at all, but this has been going on for almost two months now." I bend over, resting my elbows on my knees while we both sit in these wooden chairs.

"Yeah, I can tell. Her screams and cries seem like they get louder and louder every night." All of us have bags under our eyes, but Cleo's are covered over with that makeup.

"Try one," Cleo says happily, biting out of the pink cookies. She baked them pink for Valentine's day, I bought her a blanket with a picture of us on it, some store in the mall customized it; it goes with her new pajamas and these kinky little panties that I ordered online because there was no way in hell I was going in that store.

"They're too sweet though, maybe you'll like them?" She puts the burnt cookie down.

"They'd be good if the weren't burned." Harry laughs and lays it back on the pan, Cleo defends her nasty little cookies by saying they aren't over cooked, this sarcastic argument pulls me in as soon as Cleo asks me if I like it.

"Um, yeah. These are delicious," I smile, trying to hide my disgusted face, but she calls me out on it.

We go on the other side of town just to go see a movie, Harry's date was picked up before we got on the road, she just sits back there chit chatting with him.

I'm not interested in what there conversation consists of, so I turn the radio on, but not loud to where they can't hear each other. Cleo fell asleep with her head against the window, I shake her shoulder when I hear her whine I immediately recognize that sound.

"You okay?" I ask her after she jumps awake, she nods yes, but I know she's lying.

Harry goes to sit with his date near the bottom of the theater and Cleo and I sit at the very top with a few other people. Laughs are heard every once in a while from this hilarious movie, everyone stands up when they hear a loud scream, I shake Cleo's body, but she stays asleep screaming.

"Baby, wake up!" I whisper scream in Cleo's ear, standing up in front of her while she thrashes around in her seat. People need to stop fucking staring because it's starting to annoy me. I put my hands on her torso because I'm just going to make her stand up, but she looks completely startled with her watery eyes that fall and the cries that starts as soon as she wakes up.

We all get in the car to go back home, Cleo lays on her side, sniffling, in her sleep. The entire ride back, I looped our fingers together, so I could tell if she was having a bad dream.

"I'm here." I remind her when she starts squeezing my hand and I'll wiggle her hand, so she'll wake up. I've asked her for the past week to tell me what she is dreaming about, but she refuses and it's starting to irritate me.

In the middle of the night she screams and cries loudly. This is pissing me off, probably because I'm lacking asleep answer I'm getting annoyed or this really is annoying me. I grab her wrists that are moving quickly on the sheets.

"Get up!" I shout and Cleo wakes up crying. She sits up in a criss crossed position while she shakes her head, no, and wipes her eyes repeatedly. A stressed out, yet pissed off groan rumbles through her throat.

"I hate this! I can't even fucking asleep without my mind been attacked! It's a dream within a dream! I can't wake myself u-up, I'm t-tired of this, it's giving me migraines!" Cleo cries frustrated tears and I take her hands out of her hair, if I didn't she was going to pull her hair out.

"I can't t-take it anymore," I look into her eyes as she shakes her head, then looks down, crying as if she's been defeated by her nightmares that happen every night.

"Baby, please tell me what you're dreaming about." I pull her criss crossed body to sit on my thighs and I wipe the water off of her cheeks, she shakes her head no. I swear I'm going to go insane if she keeps screaming in the middle of the goddamn night, she won't even tell me what's going on in her head.

"You're going to keep having these nightmares even night, if you don't let some help you. It makes zero sense when you won't tell me."

"I can't.. I don't know how to," Cleo's sniffles turn into angry looks as soon as I suggest her seeing a therapist. She slaps me, then pushes me backwards on the bed, hitting and punching my torso and up. I would never hit her, so when I grab her wrists she gets even more mad at me. I have no clue what her problem is.

I get off of the bed to get away from her, but she just follows me.

"Cleo, stop! Get away from me right now."

Her ass won't even listen to me, I go into the bathroom and lock the door while I pour the sleeping medicine in a little squirt thing. I turn the light off as she calls my name in the dark, looking for me.

"Put me down!" Cleo squirms around while I have her back on my chest, I turn the light back on and she uses both of her hands to attempt to move my arm from around her.

"What the hell is wrong w-" I keep a tight hold on her while I try to recover from her freeing one of her hands and hitting my balls. I slam her back on the bed, sitting on her stomach and putting her hands under my legs, so she can't move.

"Leave me alone!" Cleo sobs while shouting in her raspy voice. I hold her head, so she'll keep still. She coughs repeatedly whenever I give her the medicine while she was crying, she sounds like she's breathing underwater.

Her head turn to the side and rising up a little. I get off of her as she coughs up everything she's had today, guilt floods over me when I hear her sob while she empties her stomach on the bed. I pick her up and rush to the bathroom, so these sheets can come off and be thrown away.

"I hate you! I hate you so much!" Her cries are blended with her loud mouth. I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at her in the mirror. She finishes brushing her teeth, then comes over to me and begins fighting me again. I'm tired of her doing this shit.

"It's over, Cleo!" I shout and she stops hitting me.

"You don't mean that.." Her voice lowers a bit.

"You keep saying you hate me, you won't tell me why you keep screaming, you keep fighting me and I don't want to be together anymore," I tell her with a serious face, but a calm voice, she shakes her head, no, while I talk to her.

"I'll change the sheets, so you can sleep in here." I place the new sheets on the bed, then I go to the guest room and I shut the door as soon as I see Cleo running this way.

"I don't want to sleep by myself!" She hits on the door, but I don't let her in. I can hear her screams an hour later, but they don't stop, so I turn the television volume up to drown out her noises.

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