This Love 2

chapter 21

Cleo's P.O.V

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"You can't uninvite my mother to our wedding, that's wrong. Would you want someone to do that to you?" He asks me with a red face.

I don't care if he's mad at me for saying that I hate his mom and calling her a stupid bitch. I said it to her face, then Niall snatched my arm and brought me upstairs before I could give her the rest of my opinions. The more I ignore him the more he gets irritated. I don't care if he's angry with me. I was angry with him plenty of times and didn't say anything rude to him.

"I know you hear me, Cleo! You need to go downstairs and apologize, that was extremely disrespectful. She didn't even say anything to y-"

"Yes she did! I wouldn't just go down there and go off on her! She told me that I was a tra-"

"It doesn't matter! You don't say that to my mom!" He shouts at me.

"It does matter, Niall! She called me a trashy worthless piece of s-"

"I don't care, Cleo!" He mocks me. "Now go apologize."

"I'm not going to apologize, so you might as well stop telling me to do it." I roll my eyes at him and get off of the bed. I go around him, but he snatches my arm, making me spin around to face him. He's done this shit before and I end up crying usually, but I don't this time. My tear machine ran out of batteries. Both of us exchange glares at each other while my arm is in his possession, I tug my arm back, but he just yanks my body even harder and closer to his.

"Stop being difficult." Niall grits through his teeth in my ear.

"Stop being a dick." I fire. I tug my arm, but it feels as if my elbow keeps popping in and out of place.

"Let fucking go of me." I try again. Nothing. I raise my free hand to let his cheek have a red imprint because of me.

He deserves to be slapped. I should have hit him harder. The second I hit him, he grabs my other arm and shakes me back and forth. It feels like my brain is rattling around in my head. After a minute of making me dizzy, he pushed me towards the small chair in our room, but I missed it.. well, he missed it. The wind was knocked out of me and my head hit the wall, I feel like I could passed out at any moment. I bring my knees up to my chest and hold the back of my bowed head with both hands. My eyes are slammed shut and I'm shaking like an idiot. The last time Niall did one of his "episodes", I would call, it scared the shit out of me. My head is throbbing and now he's coming over to me as if nothing had happened. I'm scared of him. His temper gets too bad over something that he caused himself, giving me no choice but to hit him.

"Cleo," He bends down and I hear him shuffling around coming closer to me. His hand goes to my back, checking on me. Bullshit. You know what you did.

"Get away from me." I say in a monotone voice.

"I'm sorry..I just got really mad."

Excuses. Excuses.

"Every time you get angry, I always end up with bruises from your awful temper." I raise my head up and look up to dry the water in my eyes that want to fall.

"Baby, I don't know what to say other than I'm terribly sorry." He puts his hand on top of mine, making me flinch and snatch my hand away.

"Maybe we rushed this." I say my opinion out loud.

"What? Rushed what? Are you talking ab-," He looks at me and I look away.

"No," His voice is panicked. "Cleo, please. Don't do this."