This Love 2

chapter 58

Cleo's P.O.V -

I'm surprised Niall didn't stay out to go snowboarding, he stared at a few girls and he didn't even notice that I was watching him.

"Are you feeling well enough to go out for a bite tonight?" Niall asks after grabbing my heating pad that I stuffed in the suitcase.

All of my layers of clothing that I had on for skiing is laying in the chair. I'm wearing pajamas from last night and Niall's jumper. It feels a lot better knowing that my back isn't fractured. It's just very very very sore.

It feels like someone is repeatedly dropping a bowling ball on my back. I take a pain pill to get rid of my cramps and the pain in my back. My cramps make me cringe at random moments. For a second I almost thought my intestines in my stomach were literally tying in a knot. I put my face in the pillow and hold my breath.

"Hey, Cleo." He pats my shoulder since I didn't answer him. I reach for the sheets to put over me, but end up hurting my stomach and my back.

"You alright? What's wrong? Why are you about to cry?" Niall slides in bed and rubs my back gently.

"My stomach and back hurt. I need a little nap. That pill has a side effect of sleepiness, but I can't even go to sleep." I look at him confused whenever he lays next to me on his back, placing the heating pad on his stomach, then carefully moving me on top of him.

"Now you can go to sleep. I don't want anyone to come in here and think something bad is happening. Raise your shirt up a bit to have it directly on the heating pad. Does this hurt?" I let his hands massage my back softly and I shook my head no.

I grunt with my face Niall's chest, for the few seconds I feel as if I'm shaking, but once the temporary cramp shock is over the pain settles back down to it's regular. The whimpers that I make is from them starting back up again, but those turn into quick sniffles. Fuck.

"What's wrong?"

"My stomach. My stomach h-hurts." I strain and I can feel my face burning from embarrassment.

"Do you want me to use my hands or do you want the heating pad thing?" I get off of him quickly and grab his arm.

"You can face me so I can rub your back." Our faces were close and he keeps his eyes glued to mine until I become sleepy.

"How come you were staring at those other girls?" I finally look up, but not making eye contact whenever he looks back down at me. "Do you want me to look like them? Thin and pretty, with huge boobs?" I tuck my hair behind my ear and he sits up.

"What are you talking about?" He sighs and looks at me while I lay down.

"I saw you staring at other girls..like at their bodies. I'm not being obsessive. I just want to know why because if I did that you'd ask me the same thing."

I sit up whenever I see the look on his face as if he was getting mad at me.

"Why do you always keep comparing your body to other girls? I'm not going to say I wasn't looking, because I was. I want you exactly like that, Cleo. Your physical appearance is still beautiful just like the day we first met. You're perfect. So, don't think I like those girls just because I looked at them." I nod with a blank face.

"I don't look at other guys, so don't look at other girls. You know for sure you would flip shit if a guy even winked at me! Even if you don't like those girls, don't stare at them, Niall." My voice raised in my complaint to him, but I lowered my voice back. Almost whispering.