This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Nonsense-11

-Mackenzie's POV-
I slowly woke up to Niall's soft snoring in my ear. I opened my eyes and found his face right next to mine. Inches away. Our hands were still linked together tightly, making me smile. His lips were slightly parted, letting out small, warm breaths on my face. His blonde hair was messed up,
"Gmorning my Prince." I whispered, pecking his lips slowly. His cute.....tiny little beard was.....adorable on him, making me smile.
"Stop....starin.....at me....." Niall slurred, his accent stronger than ever. I gently kissed his cheek. His blue eyes fluttered open, staring back at me. They were glazed over in his trance like state from sleeping.
"Why.....?" I asked, snuggling closer with him.
"It's creepy."
"You stare at me all the time. And.....you stare at my butt." I pointed and he rolled his eyes sluggishly.
"Yeah. But it's not creepy when I do it." He pointed out and I sighed and gave in, letting him win. I'm too tired to play this game.
"Whatever." I sighed and he sat up a bit, groaning.
"Dear Lord almighty." He said under his breath.
"You okay?" I asked as I moved my head off his chest so he could breathe better.
"I'm just peachy....." he replied as he sat up. I threw the covers off of me and sat cross legged in front of him.
"Hey. You know how you wanted to talk?" I asked slowly and he nodded.
"Yeah. You.....never told me everything.....like.....you know....what happened while you were gone.....and....we need to talk about.....you know..." he trailed and I knew he was talking about my cutting.
"This is a little weird....and.....it's.....something...weird. So...just listen. Don't......be weird." I said and he smiled, running a hand through his sleep hair.
"When am I ever weird?" He smirked. I brought my hand up to my chin and stroked my invisible beard, making him laugh.
"Every. Day. Of. Your. Life?" I said and he laughed, grabbing my hand. He played with my fingers for a few seconds before looking up at me. His smile fell off his face slowly, being replaced by a frown. I frowned as well, looking down at his hands, which were tracing the lines in my hand.
"But like....seriously........?" Niall trailed....wanting me to tell him everything.
"Know how I said my cutting got....worse?" I asked and he nodded. "I already showed you my stomach. Not my legs......my....makeup artist covers all my scars with makeup each concert so I can wear shorts.....and they won't show." I admitted and he sighed.
"But.....why?" He asked and I shrugged.
"Because.....they don't want me to...look like a freak probably." I said and Niall sighed again.
"You are not a freak." He said immediately. I nodded.
"That's....not the weird thing though. Like....not what I wanted to tell you." I finished and he nodded for me to continue. "Ermm.....about.....five....six...months after I left.....I..got a call. It....was from a..hospital...they....called and said that I....had a grandfather..." I finished, looking down at my sheets. I slowly met Niall's eyes. He looked...confused. Sad? Sorry? I couldn't tell.
"What?" Niall asked and I gulped.
"Apparently......my mother.....told me....after my father died, that my grandfather had died. He...didn't. Obviously. After freaking out for awhile after hearing such strange news....I went to see him. Yes. It is true. I.....have someone. I actually have family. Family. Niall. I have family. Someone who loves me and is related to me. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. But....he got Alzheimer's....so he doesn't remember much anymore. It made me....sad. But....I have family Niall." I finished smiling. Niall sat, staring at me in awe. A grin crept up his face and rested on his lips, making me want to kiss him.
"That's....amazing. How....old is he?" He asked and I sighed.
"Eighty." I replied. He nodded slowly before grabbing my hand again.
"Listen. I'm happy. For you. That you have....a grandfather. That is...wonderful. But.....we still have to talk about your....cutting. Can I...see your legs?" He slowly asked and I immediately shook my head. No. I can't let him see that. Dear Lord it's horrible. It's.....all on my right leg. Scars....everywhere.
"No....n...no." I stammered, scooting away from him. He slowly grabbed my leg, pulling me back closer to him. "Niall. S...stop. You're s...scaring me." I replied. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair slowly.
"Listen Mackenzie. Do you trust me?" He asked slowly and I nodded quickly.
"Yes, of course." I said quickly and he looked at me with so much authority. It was at these moments that I could really feel the age difference between us. He's 20. I'm 18. I could feel it.
"You.....have to show me...." he whispered, looking down at his hands. "I....I need to know....how bad it is...." he whispered slowly. I begun to cry, bitterly, into my hands. Niall sighed and grabbed me,pulling me to sit on his lap as I cried into his chest.
"I'm sorry I made you cry love....." he whispered in my ear, stroking my hair. I only cried harder in answer, making him sigh. I slowly crawled off of him and stood up, balancing on one foot. My right one was the one that was shot. I didn't have shorts on, only but heavy sweatpants, so I couldn't roll them up. I decided on just pulling down my pants to show him. I looked away, not meeting his eyes. I heard him gasp and shift of the bed. He slowly stood up in front of me and bent down, tracing the scars. They were....all over. All the way down to my knee and all the way up to my underwear line. Niall's eyes were wide. He stood up as I began to cry again, terribly.
"Listen.........I know....you aren't going to like this.....but...we need to have you talk to someone about this." Niall said and I instantly knew what was coming.
​​​​​​ "No. No. No. I am not seeing a therapist....!" I said, my voice rising. Niall sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"You are making this...very difficult." He whispered, tears coming to his eyes.
"Niall...please...." I pleaded. His blue eyes looked up at me, standing there, my cuts showing, my eyes red from crying. My hair a mess. I was hideous. I'm just afraid he'll see that.
"Mackenzie..........Listen. I love you so much...it hurts. It hurts me when you do this to yourself. Don't cut your beautiful skin. Please. If.......if it continues......I'm going to have to take you to someone......" Niall whispered. I nodded quickly and pulled him in for a tight hug.
"I'm sorry.......I don't deserve you." I whispered and he pulled back, crashing his lips onto mine.
"In the time you were away, I found that you are the only girl for me. I'm never letting you go." Niall said when he pulled away from our kiss.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Niall replied. "How about we go out there and see what Liam has made us for breakfast....even though we slept till supper." Niall said, I looked at the clock. It was already 5:00. Wow.
"I'm....not really hungry......" I mumbled and he sighed.
"Nonsense." He brushed me off, pulling me out the door.

A/n- Wow. A filler chapter.....not that exciting. Oh well. Have fun then.