This Love 2

chapter 46

Cleo's P.O.V -

"I irritate you?"

"Cleo, please. No, please don't cry I didn't mean it the way you think I did." I'm trying not to cry, but he's never told me I irritate him.

"Yes you did!" I keep my voice at a whisper level, but it keeps cracking. "That's e-exactly what you meant. Get off of me. I don't want a boyfriend that doesn't care about me and thinks that I'm annoying!" His body strength masks mine whenever I try to raise myself up.

"Get off of m-"

"No! Not until you listen to me. I did say that you were irritating me the other day, but I didn't say that I cared about you any less than I do right now. Stop assuming that I don't value you enough. I care about you more than anything in this entire world," His body is sitting on mine, pinning my wrists down to make sure that I can't move. "And you should know that by now. I don't like it whenever you say things like that..especially when you're mad at me and you say you want to be single."

"You've said that too! It wasn't only me. We've broken up multiple times just because of that." I explain.

"And I'm sorry for doing that. I don't think you are irritating. I think you're very sensitive, so I have to be careful about what I say to y-"

I cut Niall off my making a painful groaning sound and I think he finds it interesting that I'm moving my hips while he's on me. I'm trying to move from under him, so that I can ball myself up.

"What's wrong?" He still has my wrists under his and I'm trying to at least cover the embarrassing look that my face is showing. I'm trying not to cry, so I can't help myself from letting out grunts and small sobs.

"My stomach hurts," I whine involuntarily. "Niall! Get off of my stomach."

Forget not crying, my fucking stomach is twisting itself into knots.

"Sorry.." I wipe my eyes.

Another cramp came and I crawled out of bed just to run to the bathroom. I rush to the toilet and quickly pull down my pants. I sit on toilet for at least thirty minutes.

"Are you okay?" Niall stands up from the bed and asks.

"Yeah, my stomach is just cramping." I get in bed and strain my cries. I'm going to stop crying. I am. I'm trying to force myself. These feel worse than cramps that I get whenever I'm on my "monthly friend" as I call it.

"Did you puke in the bathroom?" Niall asks, sitting next to me in the bed although I'm laying down.

"No." I hold my stomach and face the other way until he puts his hand on my shoulder to nudge me onto my back. I don't punch him in the face whenever his large hand gently touches my forehead.

"Well, your head doesn't feel hot to me." He puts an arm on each side of my ears and bends down, putting his cheek on my forehead.

"My mom used to do that to see if we had a fever since we didn't have a thermometer. Your head is very very warm." I scrunch my face up whenever a cramp comes that hurts like fucking hell. My eyes squeeze shut and I keep my eyes closed as he runs his hand over my hair.

"Are you on your period or something?" Niall moves my hand off of my stomach to place his hand there instead. I shake my head, not even caring how much I how much I hate it whenever he asks me questions about that kind of stuff. I have to use the bathroom. Badly.

Getting out of the bed was somewhat difficult due to Niall asking me a million and one questions. I stay in the bathroom for almost an hour this time pooping. How in the hell did I get sick like this? I take a shower before I leave the bathroom.