Irish Luck

Chapter 29

Chapter 29 ~ Kennedy's POV

I had sat with Mackenzie in my room on my bed, and I let her cry her heart out and explain to me what she was feeling. Emily tried to comfort her also, but she wasn't very good at it. She had explained to me that Zayn told her he loved her, and she said it back to him, but now she was afraid that he didn't actually mean it. I was going to tear that boys head off for making my best friend feel like crap. Mackenzie comes off as the big bad bitch, but everyone's got feelings too. Once she was calming down, I left her with Emily and stormed off to the Horan Household. 

I knocked vigorously on the front door until Harry opened the door, "Hey Kennedy."

"I'm proud of you, Harry," I said, praising him for not succombing to peer pressure, "Now where is Zayn."

"I thought you wanted to see Niall?" he asked, confused.

"One at a time," I said with a smug grin. He stepped out of the way for me to enter and pointed me to his room. Once again, I found my self knocking quickly on his door.

He opened the door, tear stains on his cheeks which he obviously thought he had gotten rid of, "Is Mackeznie OK?"

"Shut your trap, Zayn Malik, who the hell do you think you are?" I said, not yelling.

"I know, I feel horrible," he said, sitting on his bed.

"Well you should! Mackenzie is over there crying her poor soul out because she thinks you lied to her about your love," I said sternly, still holding myself back from yelling.

"But I wasn't lying!" he defended.

"You don't need to tell me that," I said, "but Mackenzie sure as hell doesn't want to hear your voice right now."

"Kennedy, please, how do I show her I truly love her?" he begged.

"Kiss major ass," I advised him, "I don't know much about you, Malik, but your perverted friend Harry was able to contain himself and he treated Emily like a lady should be treated." He intently listened to my words, "You think you deserve Mackenzie? No one does, because she's perfect and she's my best friend. Treat her like you're lucky to be with her, like she could so easily leave you in a heart beat, because she could."

"Please, stop," he said, his head down, "I know, and I don't want that to happen." I pulled a piece of paper out of my back pocket. He opened the note:

Puppies

Lilacs

Godiva Vanilla Truffles

Dior Perfume

The color red

Earrings

"What is this a list of?" he asked me, confused.

"A list of things Mackenzie likes, now go buy them for her," I demanded. He gave me another confused look, not moving, "NOW!" That sent him running out of the door, grabbing his wallet. He was most likely running to the small mall that was 14 blocks away. 

I walked out of the room and into the hall. I made my way to Niall's room, another boy in which I had to teach a lesson. I knocked lightly on the door, and Niall immediately opened it. I let myself walk in, Niall waiting in silence for my awating words.

I just walked around the room and sat on the bed like nothing was wrong. I forced a smile to him, gesturing him to sit beside me on the edge of the bed. He came over, fear in his eyes relaxing.

I turned my head and smiled, and quickly slapped him on the arm as hard as I possibly could, "What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Ow!" he yelled, "I'm sorry, babe, it was Zayn's idea!"

"I don't give a rats ass who's idea it was!" I yelled at him, standing above him, "I told you that I wasn't ready and yet you pushed and fought me to get intimate! That's not something you force, that's called rape!"

"I'm sorry," he whispered, putting his head down.

"Unlike Zayn, I know you love me, so it will be easier for me to forgive you," I said to him, which made him perk up and pick his head up, "But, because of the stupidity of your actions, I shall penalize you with the absence of intimacy to test your actual faithfulness."

"Anything," he said to me, standing and looking me in the eye, "I will do anything."

"Even..." I said, trying to have fun with this, "Even go shopping with me?"

"Yes," he said, his face strong.

"Watch sappy love movies with me?"

"Yes."

"Do my homework?"

"Yes."

"Rub my feet?"

"Yes." There were no pauses from my ideas to his answers. I laughed and hugged him, and he held me tightly, "I would do anything to prove that I love you. I would buy a plane to write it into the sky. That was the stupidest mistake I've ever made."

I pulled back, still in our embrace, and I kissed him roughly. I ran my fingers in his hair, as he held me closer. I pushed him backwards and onto the bed, sitting on top of him and letting our lips continue. He touched me in a way that wasn't hurried, but loving. 

He pulled back from my face, to look me in my eyes, "I love you." Adreneline was rushing through me as his words meant more to me than they ever had before. I loved him, I truly deeply loved him, and just as I was about to feel loves warm glow, I felt the fear of losing him. The fear of him leaving me. 

"I'm afraid," I slipped, looking down at him. I stood up and tried to hold back my tears. I don't know why I randomly felt like this. He stood up with me and held me in his arms.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Kennedy," he whispered in my ear, "I love you too much."

"I love you too much too," I said, bringing my eyes up to his. He wiped a fallen tear off of my face and kissed me again. 

"Wanna go see how Mackenzie is doing?" Niall asked. 

"Not yet," I informed him, "I sent Zayn out to buy the things she loves so maybe she'll forgive him."

"I heard your little speech," he said, smiling, "No man deserves the woman he's with, just like I don't deserve you."

"Oh, sure you do," I said.

"Nope," he said, still in our embrace, "and I never will."

"Yeah, so start kissing my ass, Horan, or else you'll never to see me naked again," I said to him, my grin smug. I sauntered towards the door and turned to see his smile fade into blankness.

"Wait, really?"

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