This Love 2

chapter 32

Niall's P.O.V ~

Cleo's mother was the first person that Harry could think of to call whenever Cleo drank a bottle of tequila all by herself and had a weird allergic reaction to it. It's been almost a week since the passing of Snowball and now Cleo is finding weird ways to cope with it..at least she's not starving herself this time, but I still don't want her doing crazy shit like this to try to forget about it.

Cleo forgave Piper surprisingly enough and now they're both going out almost every other night at the new nightclub. I couldn't go last night because I had an essay to type up, so Harry watched the both of them at the bar. I trust Cleo not to do anything with anyone else due to her shyness, but whenever she is intoxicated I definetly know people will stay away from her because she's one of those emotionally drunk people that are sort of sloppy. It's hard to keep up with her flailing everywhere and aggressive cursing and her crying and her loud mouth and on top of that I have to keep in mind to keep a fucking trash can around her whenever she gets wasted like that.

Cleo is outside in the backyard crying on the lawn chair and throwing up in the large bin Harry gave her. I'm watching her through the window in the living room to make sure she doesn't accidentally fall into the pool or hurt herself. I was pissed at first whenever Harry came and told me that he stuck my girlfriend outside like a damn dog, but he called her mom and she said the nausea pills do the complete opposite if she's drinking alcohol so now I'm fine with her being outside.

Watching her intoxicated is kind of funny, she's just talking to herself about how she's mad at Harry for not letting her drink more alcohol.

"Mate, bring her in before someone calls the police on us, she's too loud." Harry came downstairs chuckling even though he was serious.

She was being a big noisy outside, so I had to let her inside which was probably the worst mistake.

"Where the fuck is my damn drink at?!" Cleo comes in and stumbles to the kitchen counter.

"It's time to go to bed, kiddo. C'mon," I help her up off of the floor, but she yanks her hand back like a little kid.

"No!" She gets back on the ground, opening the cabinet doors. "Where's the tequila? I can't find it anywhere, you hid it from me! You're selfish!"

"We don't even have tequila! What are you talking a-"

"You fucking want all of the fucking drinks for your own damn self! That's exactly what you fucking want isn't it! Why would you lie to me?" She shouts.

I don't even bother to respond I just pick her ass off of the floor and hoist her over my shoulder.

"Put me the fuck down and let me get my alcohol!" Her fists punch my butt.

All her mom said to do was just "let the action take its course" or some shit like that..but Cleo is sleeping in the bathroom tonight because I do not want any repeats of her past situations where she'd be sick in bed.

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I had to bring Cleo back to bed after she passed out, so that I could make sure she was okay while she was asleep, that's really the only reason why she came back to bed or else she would've been sleeping on the tile floors.

"So, we were wondering if you guys were wanting to just come boating with us. It'll be fun! Where's my baby? Bring her down here so I can tell her the surprise!" Cleo's aunt  randomly showed up at our door with a wide grin on her face.

"She's passed out," Harry chuckles passing by.

"No I'm not." I hear a voice come up behind me, resulting in my jumping like an idiot.