This Love 2

chapter 47

Niall's P.O.V -

Cleo lays down in bed far away from me and cries in her pillow. I feel bad for her honestly. She has stomach problems, emotional problems, and on top of that she just over thinks everything which makes stress even worse. At a time like this I feel like she needs some sort of comfort and that's always me.

"Baby, I'm sorry for hurting you.. your hips, wrists, and feelings. I wasn't expecting you to completely fall apart in front of me-"

"It's f-fine." She begins to sniffle quickly and I scoot over to turn Cleo facing me. I pull her closely in front of my chest, but she pushes me over to straddle me and lay on me as usual to sleep. The way she plops down on me is adorable in some sort, her hair is out of it's ponytail and fanned out on my face.

"I want you to stop cutting yourself, okay? Come to me before you go to a razor. In fact.. while you were in the shower I was thinking and maybe therapy would be a good place for you to go to, you know? The lady will ask y-"

"I know what goes on at a fucking therapy place, Niall. I've been there before, remember? It's an insult. I can't even talk to you about my life because you want to ship me to a doctor to be there for an hour while she asks me pointless questions that I don't want to answer! Why can't you just talk to me?! This is why I cut. You don't acknowledge how I feel. You just assume that I'm little miss sunshine." She says as she lays on top of me. I move her hair off of my neck and she groans in frustration about our conversion.

"I don't assume that. I'm just saying that since you're cutting, you don't necessarily need to talk to me and you can just visit a therapist." It's weird arguing with her while she lays on me falling asleep.

"No! I want to talk to you. I enjoy talking to you, but we haven't been talking because I've been crying-"

"I'm glad you noticed that you cry more than you're ever happy too." Teeth go straight to my neck and bite. I pull her by her hair to make her raise up and she yelps, holding her head while I hold my neck.

"See! This is the shit I'm talking about, Cleo! I wasn't meaning to fucking offend you like that! Why the hell did you bite me?! You always take things to a different level! This is why we can never fucking talk, Cleo! Get the hell away from me." Cleo gets up and goes to the bathroom.

It's been three hours and she still hasn't come back. I hope she's just using the bathroom wisely.

"Alex, what is going o-" I look over and see her with a face full of tears sitting on the toilet.

"Are you on the toilet?" I peak around the corner and spray scented spray in the bathroom because she is using it. Her head nods, then turns red.

"Have you been taking a poop this entire time?" I ask and she nods beginning to sniffle.

"Are you constipated?" I ask again and she let's out a single cry, then it turns into a groan/cry. Whenever she nods I call the doctor and tell them that it's an at home appointment.

"It hurts!" Cleo hiccups on her words. "Get out and close the door."

Once the doctor gets here I'm told to get out of the bedroom because Cleo doesn't want me to hear anything.

Cleo's P.O.V -

The doctor gave me an enema and laxatives to take to make my bowel movements easier. I've never had an enema given to me before and for it to be my first time to get one it felt weird. I was embarrassed more than anything because the doctor had to look directly at my anal area after I took a shower.