This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

No control-14

-Louis's POV-
Alexa sat on top of me as I laid on the cold, hard pavement. "You are such a jerk!" She exclaimed, laughing. I knew she didn't mean it.
"I kind of like this." I sighed, looking up at her light green eyes.
"Why do you always set yourself up for this?" She wasn't even panting. I was like.....struggling to breathe. With her weight on me and the distance I ran, I literally was dying. I wasn't exactly....athletic.
​​​​​​ "I dunno.....probably....cause I like being underneath you....." I smirked and she rolled her eyes at my dirty joke, resting her hand over my heart.
"You're such a pervert Lou bear." She said, her red hair blowing in the cold October wind.
"You love it though." I smirked and she bit her lip, smiling at me, her eyes glinting in the light from the sun.
"You just keep telling yourself that." she shook her head, standing up and pulling me up with her. She shivered in the cold and I put my arm around her.
"You cold? We should get back." I said, but she shook her head.
"No. Let's go somewhere." She said, smiling. I frowned. I had a sweatshirt on, but she didn't have anything except a t shirt and jeans on. She must be cold.
"Shouldn't we go home and get you a coat? It's awfully cold!" I said, concerned. She rolled her eyes.
"Pwease Lou boo!?! I'm fine!!" She exclaimed. All I wanted was for her not to get sick. She gets sick so, so easily. And it's awful when she does. Especially when she had the flu. It was...awful. Or when she got sick when she had the miscarriage. It scares me. Her fevers are high and she can never stop throwing up. It scares me is all. Anything can make her sick.
"I don't want you to get sick." I admitted and she smiled, kissing my cheek.
"Oh. What a little gentleman. But like seriously Lou bear. I won't get sick." She said confidently. When she sets her mind to something, she intends to do it.
"I seriously think we should go home though." I said, scratching the back of my neck. She rolled her eyes.
"You sound like Liam." She said and I gasped.
"Hey now. Lets not call names." I said, making her laugh. She laced her soft hands with mine and pulled me down the street. I guess I don't have a choice.
I looked behind us and saw some paps following us. Alexa looked too and smirked at me oddly.
"What?" I asked, wondering why she was smiling so oddly.
"Since they're taking pictures...why not give them a show?" She smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She stopped and grabbed the back of my neck with her hand, which brushed my hair. She pulled my forehead down to rest against hers. Even through the sound of the wind and the fact that the paps were pretty far away, I could still hear the sound of cameras clicking. I despise the sound.
"This." She whispered. I smiled and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were cold and I warmed them with mine, taking the kiss further into a deep passion. I could feel the connection between us. Each kiss made me hunger. It made me want more.
She pulled away soon, because of the paparazzi. I laughed and shook my head, pulling her along.
She swung our hands back and forth as we continued to walk. She shivered and I sighed as she tried to hide it. I started to pull off my jacket, but she stopped me.
"Keep your jacket Louis." She whispered. Her voice was shaking a little.
"Please love." I pleaded, but she shook her head.
"Let's go get something to eat." She said. I smiled as she shivered.

««that night»»
-Mackenzie's POV-
I pulled a blanket over me and Niall as we watched television. I was tired, as was he. Our jet lag was just starting to kick in I suppose.
I gently rested my head on Niall's shoulder, sighing as I did so. Niall gently nudged my head with his cutely, making me smile. I leaned into his soft, gentle touch as he watched his football, which is actually called soccer....Whatever. America's weird.... But..it's whatever.
In all honesty, it doesn't matter what we do. I just love being with him. Just having him with me is enough.
My life is so better with him. How could I have left him behind? He's so wonderful. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.......
"What are you thinking about.......?" Niall asked and I flinched, jumping out of my thoughts. I looked at him and felt tears brimming my eyes for no apparent reason.
"Us." I answered back honestly. He smiled. I smiled and laid down, so that my head rested in his lap.
"Will things get better from here?" He whispered, his hands moving to play with my curls. I leaned into his touch as his fingers moved over my silky like hair.
"I hope so." I said back. His eyes drifted to my arm, which held all of my horrid scars. His eyes flickered back to meet my eyes, and he scrunched his eyebrows together as if to ask, did you do it again? I twisted my arm so he could see clearly that I hadn't done anything. He nodded and smiled.
"Your hair is so soft." He whispered. I laughed and grabbed one of his hands from my hair and brought it down to my lips, kissing his knuckles gently. He watched me the whole time, never taking his blue eyes away from my face. I observed his hand and noticed the numerous scars marked along his hand. I frowned and twisted his arm, looking at his wrist, which was also marked with scars. Not like mine. They looked like self harm, but I could kinda tell they weren't. Besides....he promised me never to do that. But yet....I still wonder.
"Nialler?" I asked as he watched me observe his arm and hand.
"I didn't do it. I swear. I wouldn't. It was....her." he whispered, sounding ashamed that he would let someone do this to his body.
"Its okay." I whispered. He smiled down at me, his eyes gleaming. His eyes were full of vehemence, making me want him.
"How's your foot feel?" He asked suddenly and I looked down at it. It still hurt, but it wasn't as bad.
"Alright." I replied. He sighed and looked as if he were concentrating really hard, making himself look incredibly cute.
"You are really cute." I whispered again and he blushed. The color rushed to his cheeks and he looked away.
"So are you. " he answered. Again, his eyes had the passion and love that I saw before. I sat up. I positioned myself on his lap and straddled his waist with my legs. He didn't say anything, closing the gap between us. Our lips brushed past each other. He smiled.
"I'm all yours I got no control." He whispered. I giggled and pressed my lips to his gently. Our kisses were short at first, then progressed into longer ones.
"Beautiful." Niall whispered through our kisses. I smiled kissed him with a passion that was so heavy on my heart, I felt it would explode.
I pulled away for a second, our noses brushing past each other. His eyes were full of longing. I wondered if he felt the same hunger I did for him in that moment.
I've kissed Niall probably a million times, but...this one felt .....different. Something stirred deep inside the pit of my stomach, making my head and my heart erupt into fireworks. This kiss doesn't satisfy me, no. It has the complete opposite effect. It only made me want more.
The warm sensation spreads throughout my whole body. Along my arms. My legs. My hands begun to shake, so I grasped the hair at the back of his neck, trying to find something to do with my hands.
Niall pulled away from me for a second and looked as if he was going to say something. "I...love..." he started, but I couldn't help it. I had to kiss him. I had to. I cut him off and he moaned into the kiss, making me laugh in the back of my throat.
I felt his head tilt to get a better angle. His soft hair brushed against my fingertips, making me feel happy.
That's another thing. No one can make me happy like he does. It's only him. I am truly in love with him. I can't help it.
Niall began to shift underneath me, as if he were uncomfortable. He stood up, with me in his arms. We continued to kiss. He shakily walked into our bedroom and shut the door with his foot, kicking it shut quickly with his foot. He carried me over to the bed. He eased both of us onto the bed, hovering over top of me.
My hands snuck up his shirt and traced his abs, making him sigh. He pulled his shirt over his head quickly, leaving him shirtless.
I stared at his chest, which was still littered with faint scars, making me cringe, but he was still handsome to me. Still perfect to me. I pulled him closer to me and kissed each one, trying to make them go away. Trying to make him feel better. I felt his smile radiate off of him, lighting up the room with his happiness.
"You're sweet." He whispered as he leaned over my neck, beginning to kiss it, tickling me in the process. I giggled and shied away from him. His lips were warm against my skin, making me get goosebumps.
​ "N...Niall...." I whispered, my voice failing me.
"Hmmm......?" He grunted as he moved his lips back to mine, making me unable to talk. His hand snuck up my shirt and pulled it over my head, but that's where he had stopped.
"You're.......amazing." I whispered as he smiled at me. He moved his warm lips down to my stomach and kissed each and every one of my scars gently. I pulled his lips back up to mine and kissed him as passionately as I could.
He stopped there a second and froze, bringing his warm blue eyes to mine. He smiled suddenly before laying his head on my bare stomach, his blonde hair tickling my stomach. I gently threaded my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes quietly. I think I fell asleep after that, I'm not sure.....but the last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Niall's humming.