This Love 2

chapter 24

Cleo's P.O.V

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I wake up on my stomach and cold. I move my arm down to pull the sheets back up on me, but they aren't there. My collarbones have a heating pad underneath them to ease the pain of my stitches, but the rest of my body is cold.

"Stop hogging the sheets," I nudge Niall with the hand and he groans.

"Niall," I begin to groan too because he's been doing this often now and its irritating. I nudge him repeatedly until he wakes up.

"Here! Goodness gracious, now go to sleep."

"I was asleep, but nooo, someone is being a sheet snatcher at three in the morning and won't share." I say sarcastically and turn my head away from him, laying on a different cheek.

I cuddle myself with the thin comforter since we don't do it much more. Every since I've been home he won't snuggle me into his chest anymore or let me lay on it, it's difficult for me to do anything without pain shooting through my ribs and he doesn't understand that. Niall has been doing and helping me a lot for these past three weeks that I've been home and it's taking a slight toll on our relationship. I don't mean to annoy him with the things that I need to be done, but I can't do it. Harry and Piper have helped also, but they can't help me get dressed or get my pills for me nor can they talk to me about feelings.

Niall insisted that we open back up the feelings file and use it, but he isn't even doing it. He's not treating me like a princess, sometimes I feel like I'm being talked to like an ugly step-sister from Cinderella.

I haven't given a specific answer on if I still want to get married to him and that drives him insane, but I need time to think. He may not admit it, but I know that's another reason why he's in a pissy mood. I hate it whenever we argue, but this isn't my fault nor can I do anything about it. He's on one side of the bed and I'm on the other with the sheets still being slowly tugged away. Fuck it. Whatever. I throw the sheets off of my body and let them hit Niall he wants them so he can have them.

"Stop." His waves his arm around as if he were trying to find something. I feel his hand touch my back, then hit my butt. Why is he scolding me like I'm a child?

Whenever the sun rises and it's actual considered morning time to me, I wake up and reach over to the nightstand to put healing cream on my stitches, I can do it on my own, but once I'm finished I want to get out of the bed.

"Niall, are you awake?" I nudge him and if he doesn't stretch he's awake.

"No." Liar.

"Can you help me get out of the bed?" I ask. "Please." I don't care if he's getting aggravated right now. I have to pee, so I need to get out of the bed. Niall comes around to my side of the bed and I flip slowly on my back, he quickly scoops me up and my feet touch the carpet harshly. I cry out in pain because of the way he put me down.

"Sorry." Is all he says then climbs back into bed. I flick him off with both of my hands and walk to the bathroom.

I get in the shower and walk out with a towel to get fresh clothes to put on because I don't want that asshole doing it for me. I slam my eyes shut and hold my breath while I dress myself. I nearly made myself cry from doing that, the door opens and I splash water all over my face to make it seem like my eyes just weren't watering.

"How come you didn't ask me to help you?" I dry my face, so I can give him the stupidest look.

"Did you not see how you just got me out of the bed?! Why would I ask you for help after that?" I reach for my makeup bag and begin applying my foundation.