This Love 2

Chapter 18

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Niall's P.O.V

I told myself that I would "man up more" for her, so I try not to curse as much as I want to and help her instead.

"Cover your mouth." I sit up and try to get her off of the bed, but she shakes her head no.

"I'm taking you to the toilet," I tell her, but she shakes her head no again, then points to the trash can. I take off my shirt to throw it in the garbage first.

"Cleo, wai-" As soon as I grab the trashcan, her hand doesn't do much guarding to help her bile stay blocked.

I'm trying to not curse because it'll just make her feel guilty, like it's her fault. So, I just try to stay quiet. Those were the last fucking clean sheets we had. I didn't see a need in buying extra sheets, it was unnecessary, until now. I have no idea what we're going to sleep in now that our sheets are soiled. I'm sure as hell not washing these, they're going to be thrown out.

"It's okay, just stay there," I don't want to go near that bed nor her. She's still sick and I don't like going near that kind of stuff. Shit. I guess I don't have much of a choice.

"I'm going to go get a soda to help your stomach." I tell her and she nods, then tries to get off of the bed, but repeats her actions.

I sit the Sprite on the dresser for her while she's in the shower, then take the sheets outside in the trash for the dumpster to come and pick up. There wasn't as much screaming and crying this time, there was just more of her getting sick than anything, it could be something due to her nightmare, but most of the time it's from her screaming and crying so much in her sleep.

"I still don't want to take those pills. I want to try to g-" Cleo sits on the small recliner in the corner of the room.

"I really think you should take them. Cleo, I love you and all, but I don't enjoy cleaning up vomit."

"I know, I'm sorry. I can't help it, I really didn't mean to. I know I have a weak stomach, but let me at least try. I'm not taking them, I'm going to get better." She sips her soda.

"Cleo, I can't tell if you're about to get sick though, you can't wake up soon enough to go to the toilet. I really think you should take them."

"I really don't want to." She mocks.

"No. I know it was my idea to begin with, but seeing how what it's doing to you in the middle of the night is scary. You don't understand how scared I get whenever I see you squirming around or whenever you clench onto the sheets or when you keep shaking or how you scream and cry like someone is going to rape you all over again."

Fuck.

As soon as I said that her eyes instantly watered and her lips shook.

"I didn't mean to say it like t-"

"I can't believe you just said that."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." I widen my eyes whenever I see a tear roll down while the room is completely silent.

She puts her head down and shakes it.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." Her voice is dull and tries to hide the sadness. The weak little smile she shows me isn't convincing me that she is fine.

"I'm should go to sleep now..um, goodnight." Cleo sniffles as she gets up from the small couch. She tucks her hair behind her ear when she grabs her pillow off of the bed and instead of putting her lips on mine, she pecks my arm, then leaves the room.

I didn't even mean to say that. It came out the wrong way. I meant to say.. um.. Well, I don't really know what I would've said. But I know I wouldn't said that.