Our Life And One Direction.

Coming Back?

Makenna's P.O.V

I couldn't stand it any longer I needed to get home, back to London. I missed my friends and Harry. I threw all mine and Darcy's stuff into our suitcase and drove away from Mullingar, to the airport. Mammy understood and I text Louis as I pulled into theairport.

To Louis:

Coming back to London, at the airport. Can you pick me up in an hour or so? Don't tell ANYONE where you're going please! Makenna

From Louis:

I'll be waiting, don't worry I won't say.

Sometimes I have to love Louis, even though he is like Harry's best friend he'd still lie to him and the others to help me. I trudged off the plane with Darcy gripping to me tightly. We collected our bags and walked outside looking around for Louis. I didn't see him but Darcy did.

"Uncle Louis!" she screamed at the top of her voice.

"Darcy! Makenna!" he shouted as he ran and hugged us. He span Darcy around in the air as she giggled uncontrollably. God I missed him! And he had clearly missed us.

"How's everyone been?" I asked him as we sat in Starbucks.

"They've been good I suppose" he said sipping at his coffee. "We've all missed you" he added.

"Me and Darce have missed you all too" I said sadly

"Why did you do it Kenna?" he asked serious, the side to Louis you didn't see often.

"It's just better for everyone" 

"How is it Kenna? You're miserable, Darcy misses her uncles aunts and godparents, we miss you and Darcy and Harry's miserable" 

"He's not miserable" I couldn't say his name, I couldn't bear the heart break of it again.

"Yes Makenna he is! He's cancelled his appearances, won't leave his room, hasn't been sober in ages and he's been balling his eyes out trying to think of what he possibly could have done to hurt you" Louis' words hit we like a ton of bricks.

"I never wanted to hurt him" I said sadly

"I know Makenna" he said hugging me close. "But it'll hurt him even more if he finds out you and Darcy were here and he didn't get to see you."

"I know" I said holding Darcy close and climbing into the car.

"So will you come back?"

"I'll stay and talk to him after I've seen Niamh"

"I mean stay for good Makenna"

"We'll see how things pan out"

We drove to Niamh and Niall's apartment and on the way Louis called Harry and put it on loud speaker.

"Harry" 

"yeah mate?" he answered, Harry the voice I'd wanted to hear since I left.

"Are you sober?"

"I won't be for much longer I'm gonna get some drink from the fridge try and drown it out"

"mate I've told you, you can't drink away your problems and you've got very important visitors coming"

"No visitor" he moaned "I don't feel like seeing anyone apart from Makenna and I don't think she's ever coming back"

"Oh Harry" I sighed quietly

"Trust me, you'll want to be sober for these visitors" he laughed

"Fine" Harry sighed. I grabbed Louis' phone and hung up. I walked up to Niamh and Niall's apartment and knocked at the door before walking in.

"Niamh?" I asked as she stared at me

"Makenna!" she screamed as she ran towards me

Niamh's P.O.V

I threw my arms around Makenna.

"Niall's over at the house. El's in the spare room." I said, taking a glance at the coke bottles and sweet rappers on the floor, along with the pile of dvds and half eaten bowl of popcorn.

"This apartment's so messy!" I said, beginning to tidy, as Makenna's stare was aimed at my left hand. I looked down, and saw the ring. I swallowed. "You got engaged." She whispered, as I placed my hands in fists, and looked at her softly.

"Yes." I told her, slowly, straightening the coffee table. I lifted Darcy, who was still tired looking, and lay her on the sofa. "I've got some sweeties for you. But they're uncle Niall's, so ssh." I giggled, and found her some milky buttons. I gave them to her, and continued to lift the rubbish.

"I thought you'd have told me." Makenna sighed, and sat in the armchair. I looked at her. Last night, Eleanor and I had talked all night. About Makenna, About Marriage, About Niall, About Louis. But not Makenna's reaction to the fact that I hadn't told her. 

"I wasn't going to tell you over the phone." I snapped, and picked up the last of the garbage. Her eyes were full of tears. "I'm so sorry." She said, "It's been...unimaginably hard."

I lifted my chin, and rubbed my own eyes."No, I'm sorry. I guess it's been rather upsetting for us. The   press, n'all." I replied, hugging her.

"Go see him."

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Now."

She stood,and smiled. "El!" I called, as she hopped into the kitchen, ready to go. "C'mon, we're going to see the boys. It might not be the best smelling situation..god, I hope there wasn't drink." I said, as I followed Darcy and Makenna out the door. I got in my car, and made sure everyone was in. I put my foot on the pedal, and started to drive.

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We arrived, "Hello Children!" I called, and was answered by effortless grunts of, "Hello." and, "It's Niamh." 

I entered the kitchen, my smile wide. "What're you smiling about?" Niall asked. I winked, and smiled. "There are two people, who have been gone for a week or two. They have returned. So, without further delay...Kenna and Darcy!" 

Harry looked up, and saw them enter. He ran to them, and hugged them both. He held Makenna tight,  "Don't every be so silly again." He murmured, kissing her head.

I creeped into the living room, followed by Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall and El. "Resullllt." I squealed happily, turning on the tv onto the news.

Niamh Fitzgerald, not having any bad press yet, the good girl. Sources say that Makenna's absence is tearing her apart, and was proved as a tear escaped her eye at a recent press interview.  She wiped that tear away with her left hand, where a ring remained. Are Niall and Niamh ENGAGED?

"So much for keeping it secret." Niall muttered. I looked at him, and kissed his cheek. "I'm not annoyed. All I care about is that you and I are getting married, that's all that matters." 

"Really?" He asked, and I nodded.

I wondered if Harry would tell Makenna about his 'problems' when she was gone. He'd drank, and smoked, and stayed at home all day.

"She broke my heart Niamh." Was all he'd say to me, "Broke my heart."