This Love 2

chapter 20

Cleo's P.O.V

Niall's brother, Greg, brought his wife to help choose a wedding dress for me, his aunt and mother also came to assist. Niall's aunt, Sadie, was very nice which is the complete opposite of her sister. Denise was nice as well. The stylist brings three dresses to the changing room for me to try on and the first one included elegant lace. Denise loved it, Sadie liked it, but Niall's mother bluntly said she hated it. I try on five more and whenever I got to the sixth one, I told the stylist that I was finished, because I had found my dream dress, but Niall's mother barged in instead. The employee was supposed to take my dresses back, but I handed them to her outside of the curtain, I didn't allow her in. The rude woman comes in whilst I'm getting dressed and widens her eyes as I try to cover myself with my original outfit.

"What are those scars on your hips?" She squints her eyes to get a better look. I shuffle back into the corner, but she still stares.

"Those are cuts." She states almost to herself.

"You did that." Her lips raise into a smirk.

"I would love to hear other people's opinions about you permanently marking yourself. Why don't we just ask them, honey?"

"No! Don't do that! Please," My eyes grow larger while I panic.

"Darling, look at yourself.. then look at my son. You don't belong with him. He deserves better, no offence, but you aren't good enough for him. I don't hate you. I just want you out of his life, so he can meet a proper lady instead of a tattooed tramp. You don't ever wear dresses, you don't ever do your nails, or your hair.. honey, my son doesn't want you. Look at your hips! You have stretch marks everywhere, stop eating so many chicken nuggets, that's ug-"

"Okay! I get it! I don't look perfe-"

"You're damn right you aren't. Since you've got the memo now, I'm going to go give your memo to others, I need more opinions on how much you don't deserve to be with my son." She smiles sarcastically and leaves.

I just don't understand why she hates me so much. As much as I try to ignore her, it's hard. She is an expert on knowing how to provoke people to make them cave in and right now, I am.

I tell the stylist to put the dress on hold because I can't be in the same building as Niall's mother. I change into my polka dot shorts and teal colored v-neck shirt, then slide on my black rhinestone sandals. To me, this is a "lady like" outfit.  Although my hair is up in a bun, it's a neat bun. I let my wavy hair add a more cuter effect to it..well, I thought it was cute, but I guess not.

Pleasing everyone is hard. I want to please myself by finding a smaller sized wedding dress, I want to please Niall by being more lady like. Maybe that'll make him more attracted to me. I know that he said I was beautiful and whatnot, but once his mom pointed out my flaws, I want to attempt to get rid of them.

In my car, I tap my thumbs on the steering wheel replaying how she saw my cuts. I don't do that anymore, but she doesn't know that and neither does anyone else she just blabbered her mouth to about me.

The mirror in our bedroom is tempting me to smash it. Niall is looking for his tux and I'm locked inside of our room, letting my tears out before he gets here. I don't want to tell him unless he brings it up first. I still probably won't tell him.

A jog around town won't hurt. I ring up El and she agrees to jog with me although she's already tiny. I can talk to El about anything, we haven't talked in a while because she has a new baby cousin that she babysits a lot and I'm always with Niall.

"She saw you naked?" El asked, panting while we run.

"Well, I had on panties, but that was it. I covered myself with my shirt, but she still saw me." I leave out my cuts.