This Love 2

chapter 43

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Niall's P.O.V

The last thing I remember is Cleo yelling and hitting me. I couldn't even catch her wrists to stop her.

"Do you still feel sick, Mr. Horan?" The brown haired nurse asks and I shrug.

"In order to feel better, you've got to get the acid from the alcohol posioning out of your stomach. The pain reliever settled with bile which isn't supposed to happen. Ipecac will get rid of it all and you'll be perfectly fine. Okay?" She scribbles on her clipboard, then gives me a small smile before leaving.

I didn't even get an opportunity to say anything. I can barely say anything. My voice is scratchy, raspy, and nearly gone. It keeps cracking on it's own almost as if I'm a thirteen year old boy going through puberty all over again.

I close my eyes while waiting for the doctor to come back with the medicine. I've heard of ipecac and I don't want any of it at all, but I know I have to take it in order to take the pain in my stomach away.

A knock on the door gives me anxiety because of the nurse coming back with the medicine, so I shut my eyes quickly to pretend I'm asleep. I'm still sleepy, so I might as well go back to sleep.

"You have a visitor, Mr. Horan." The door closes and I see Cleo standing in the corner at the door. She looks almost as if she's nervous to come near me. Her small frame makes her look even more innocent than she already is. Her dark brown waves curtain around her eyes as she glances down. Cleo's height comes a little below my collarbones which makes her look even smaller over there. I watch as she takes very slow hesitant steps away from the door to come over to where I'm laying down.

"Don't be shy. Come here." I encourage her with my shitty voice.

I think it's cute whenever Cleo is shy. I just don't like it whenever she's too shy to come to me.

Her black leggings, oversized jumper, and flats (A/N: flats are a type of shoe) make me think that she just threw on anything to come here. I'd say the only thing on her that looks normal is her wavy hair, neatly brushed and reaching the middle of her back.

"Come here." I chuckle in a weird way due to my voice. Cleo walks slightly faster, then slows down again whenever she is close to me.

"You don't have to be shy around me, you know?" I show a small smile whenever she's standing next to the bed finally near me. A nod is all she gave me, looking down at her hands while she messes with her fingers.

"You've been crying." I confirm out loud once I realize her eyes are red and face slightly swollen.

No response.

"Talk to me." My hand reaches out to grab her hand and slowly tug her closer to me. I sit up straight in the bed, then look at Cleo who has her head down.

"What's wrong?" I hold her face in my hands, gently swiping her cheeks with my thumbs, waiting for an answer. Instead of an answer I get a frown from Cleo.

Eyebrows begin to crease, big brown eyes gloss over, her bottom lip shakes so she bites down hard on it.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop biting your lip before you make it bleed again." The second she removes her teeth fast sniffles begin and the sleeves of the jumper cover her face as she let's out quiet sobs.

All I can think of is to pick her up and put her next to me in the bed. She sits on my lap..well I placed her on my lap and she's too busy crying to even move. The nurse comes in, but I look at her and she widens her eyes and nods with a small smile. I'm glad she knew to come back later after I calm Cleo down. If I can ever get Cleo to calm down.