This Love 2

chapter 44

Niall's P.O.V
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She said her hip hurts, so I moved her bottoms down a little to keep my warm hand there all night.

I bent my arm and put it being her head to keep her cheek from touching the bed.

My hand went up the sleeve of her shirt to keep on her shoulder since it hurt.

"Can you move closer?" Cleo asks, so I pull her back more and she grabs my hand off of her hip to play with my fingers for a while, then intertwined our fingers together before falling asleep.

I pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and didn't object whenever she put her leg between mine.

"Thank phew." Cleo mumbled. Her mouth is numb and can't pronounce her words correctly.

"You're welcome, baby." I chuckle lightly and moved my hand to press my finger against my lips, then press it against hers.

"Can I lay ogbu?" She says.

"What?"

"Can I lay ogbu?" She sits up slowly and rolls me onto my back, putting one leg on each side of my waist even though my legs aren't fully closed.

She lays down on me,  moving her head in the crook of my chin. I swear, she finds the strangest positions to sleep. Her arms are near her head and the other holding my hand.

I just figured out that she was saying "can I lay on you". I wrap my arms around her body and fall asleep from her chest falling up and down on mine along with her soft snores.

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* the next morning *

Cleo's P.O.V

I wake up curled up in a ball in a hospital bed, I almost freaked out until I heard the shower water, meaning it was probably Niall in there. My face is puffy from crying yesterday and the bed is wet near my mouth from me drooling. I don't usually drool this much in my sleep, my mouth was still numb while I was asleep, so that's why there's saliva on the sheets.

"Good morning." Niall gives me a kiss on the forehead instead of my lips and I get out of the bed and put my shoes on since he's getting dressed.

I stand in front of Niall, on my tiptoes, with my lips puckered waiting for him to kiss my lips instead of my forehead.

"No." He pecks my forehead again. "You didn't brush your teeth. They put a spare one in the bathroom, go use it. Oh! By the way, you slobbered all over my chest last night." He chuckles.

By the time I come out of the bathroom from freshening up he's not in the room. The things that were on the chair are gone, my car keys were gone, the bed was neatly made up and the television was off.

Did he leave me?

I grab my cell phone and call him twice,  but it goes straight to voicemail.

He left.

On my way out of the hospital room I look pathetic because I'm the one who stayed for him, but he ended up leaving me behind. He could've at least left  note or something.

I don't even know where I'm going in this building. I'm hungry. I want to shower. I'm hungry. I need more sleep. My mouth still hurts. I'm hungry and stranded because my boyfriend went home without me.

Don't cry. Don't cry. I can just walk home.