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Songs for this Chapter:
Dreaming With a Broken Heart- John Mayer
Adore You- Miley Cyrus
Last First Kiss- One Direction
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Cleo's P.O.V
Fifteen pounds. It's been a week and I've lost too much weight too quickly.
"Cleo, wake up!" Piper shakes me awake. I gasp loudly, then calm myself down, realizing that this isn't a dream. Today is the day.
After taking a shower, Piper braids my hair down my back and brings me coffee. She's been here for me along with Harry, but I just think he's coming in here to update Niall, who is upstairs, on how I am doing. My things are still upstairs in our room, I'm downstairs in the guest room that no one uses whenever they actually come over.
I feel unhealthy, flimsy, and isolated. I'm having the worst withdraws from not having anymore of my medications that I take at night, Niall flushed them down the toilet.
My tattoo is very pretty, but I felt shitty afterwards because I had just been harshly dumped in the middle of getting a tattoo. I shouldn't have lied to him, saying I was going to the restroom, but he would've talked me out of getting the tattoo if I had told him.
"Here, I brought your dress, pantyhose, and heels." Piper knocks on the door, laying my things on the bed.
"Thanks."
My wardrobe is all black, the loose dress comes a little above my knees, the pantyhose are just to keep me warm, and my heels are formal.
One last look in the mirror and I'm ready to go.
To my uncle's funeral.
Footsteps are heard throughout the house, all coming downstairs. Piper is in the kitchen making eggs with Harry. I slip my phone in the small pocket of my dress and come out of the room. This dress used to be nicely fitted, but now it's loose and dangling.
"Cleo, do you want something to eat?" Harry asks me and I shake my head, no.
"You have to eat something, come here." Piper grabs my wrist and tells me to sit down. A stack of fresh pancakes are sat in front of me and as much as I want them, I know they'll just probably come back up. I pour maple syrup on the pancakes and begin eating them.
"Keep eating." Harry chimes in while we're in the car. Piper is in the backseat with me and I'm eating cantaloupes out of a plastic baggy that Piper packed for me like I'm a small child. I see Harry looking in the rear view mirror glancing at me to make sure I am eating, so I stick my tongue out to show him that there's food in my mouth.
Whenever we turn into the parking lot, I begin sniffling nonstop and refuse to get out of the car.
"Don't you want to see the other side of your family?" Piper says standing outside of the car and I nod. I see Piper snatch Niall's sunglasses out of his hands, then give them to me.
"I'm not giving you an option, but to put them on." She says.
"Cleo?! Oh, honey! It's been ages! We've tried to contact you for the longest time!" My two aunts say along with the rest of my family.
"Introduce your friends to us!" My aunt says and I get chills.
"I'm Piper her best friend, nice to meet you." She hugs them.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Harry. That's my girlfriend," He points to Piper.
"So, who are you?" My aunt asks Niall and I look off.
"He's Niall..our other roommate." Piper answers and I sigh out of relief. My family seems so surprised and happy to see me, I can't tell if they're tears of joy or sorrow since we're at a funeral. I see four men walking with a brown case and I know what's in it, it's like I want to look away, but I can't.
"Come on," Harry pats my back walking me back to my seat even though everyone is standing up. I stand between Piper and Niall and as they bring the brown case closer, I want to puke. When they began to pack flowers on top of it, I lost it. I walked quickly away from the scene bawling my eyes out, I'd rather freeze and wait in the car than stand out here.
"Cleo!" I take my heels off and run. I don't want to talk to him.
Niall's P.O.V
A few black streaks slide down from underneath my sunglasses that she has on. I'd stare at her out of the corner of my eye, watching her bite down hard on her lip to not cry, but obviously it didn't work. Everyone gasped whenever Cleo paced away crying.
"I should go get her," One of her aunts says. God, they look the same. I went after her right whenever her aunt was about to. The minute I see Cleo take her heels off after I called her name, I knew she was either going to throw them at me or run. So, I'm glad she didn't throw them, but I still didn't want her to run.
I don't feel comfortable running through a graveyard, Cleo on the other hand doesn't seem to mind. I push past a gate that she tried to quickly shut and follow her legs that are slowing down.
She turns around whenever I'm coming closer and tries to keep going, but I grab her loose dress and bring her back to me, but she tries to hit me and punch me with her little fists. I grab her wrists and stare at her.
"Cleo, you're going to have an asthma attack in the middle of nowhere, you don't have your inhaler. Stop." I try to keep her in my hold while talking to her.
"Your lip is bleeding, stop biting down on it." She puts her head down and let's out a sob.
"Talk to me." I move my head down, nudging hers with mine. I feel her fingers fit through mine.
"Her grave!" She snaps her head up, squinting her eyes, looking close at a tombstone.
"What?" Cleo's fingers let go of mine and the temporary heart bubbles pop themselves.
"The grave! That one! Next to my dads!" She sobs.
"What about it? Do you not want to see it? Do you want to leave?" I worry, trying to look into her eyes.
"It-it's not hers! She was right here, Niall!" She screams furiously.
"Baby, maybe you're looking at the wrong one-"
"No! No! No, I'm not! I know what her thing looks like Niall!" She falls down and covers her face.
"She's right." I hear someone say and I pick Cleo up from the grass, holding her in my arms. It was just an instinct to scoop her off of the ground. She seems so much lighter and delicate. I turn around to see her aunt standing near us.
"What the fuck?" Cleo and I say lowly at the same time. Her arm grip loosens around my neck and I squint my eyes, watching the woman and Cleo stare at each other. She and her aunt look exactly the sa-
"Mom?" I hear Cleo blurt after two minutes of staring.
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