This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Disadvantage-30

A/n- My brother is great. Ps, I dedicate this chappy to ma gurrrrll she knows who she isssss......pps, please!! NO. COPY. I WILL NOT SAY IT AGAIN. Remember, every thing I write comes straight from my head and my heart. It's like ripping a piece off if you copy, literally.

-Kendall's POV-
I looked at Harry, who was in bed next to me. The covers were draped over his head, but....strangely enough, didn't cover his feet. I stifled a laugh and shook my head as I sat up, pulling the ponytail out of my hair.
"Kendall.....?" Harry groaned in his sleep and I giggled, reaching out to touch his head. His curls were soft and curled perfectly around my fingers. I heard him sigh into the pillow and I laughed as I let go, reaching over to grab my phone. I messed around for awhile, which included taking sleepy pictures of Harry. I crossed my legs and enjoyed the sound of Harry's snoring next to me. I don't know why, but just the thought of having a boyfriend still baffles me. Like....sure....I had Garrett......but....he was abusive...and....it wasn't the same. I never thought any boy would love me. Certainly not Harry Styles! If I looked back on my life......I had never seen us dating. Even....after I met him. I never really liked him like that. I had a thing for Zayn. I won't lie. I did. He loved Audrey and...I was heartbroken. But I realized we were better off friends. Then..Harry asked me to move in with him and I suspected something. I never thought we would end up dating. We were the best of friends at first. Until we kissed. Then, it was friends with benefits. Not really benefits The way you would think. If you are....you're too dirty. Just saying. The farthest we went while we were friends was making out. Promise.
I never was really sure how I felt, but...I couldn't resist the boy with the curls. Who could? Except Rydel of course. That was another thing. He had been so heartbroken over her dumping him. It broke my heart. Sometimes he would cry to me. Sometimes he would yell. Sometimes....he would just stare at the wall. Even after I moved in, he wasn't really over her. I thought I was a distraction. We were friends...kind of...for a whole year. You know how many questions I had? Are you two dating? No. Aww. You're such a cute couple. It ripped my heart out. I wanted so bad to be his girlfriend, but he simply didn't get it.
Once I finally brought it up to him, he agreed. Boys...... But...I'm glad it all worked out. I believe I really love him and he really loves me. So....maybe every thing that happened to me...to him....to...us...it's all for the best. It brought us closer. Sure....we have our issues, but....nobody's perfect. And....life isn't about perfect relationships, as that is impossible. But...as my mum says..."perfect people aren't real, and real people aren't perfect." I believe it. With all my heart. If there's one thing I've learned...I'm definitely not perfect.
I looked down at Harry and he shifted and grabbed my waist, burying his face into my stomach. I smiled and gently reached down to trace a pattern on his large hands. His hand twitched and I smiled.
"That feels....good....." Harry slurred, his morning voice low and sexy. It sent shivers up my spine, so I wrapped a blanket around me.
"You're so cute in the morning." I whispered, brushing a curl out of his face as he looked up at me with his pretty green eyes, looking at me curiously like a small child. I slowly traced my fingers over his soft lips, tracing them idly. He blinked, his eyes looking extremely tired. There were dark circles underneath them. I frowned and wondered why. I thought he slept well last night.
"Hazza...?" I cooed as I moved my fingers back to his hair.
"Hmmmmm....?" He murmured quietly, his voice still laced heavily with sleep.
"Have you been sleeping okay lately? You look beat...." I whispered. He sighed and shrugged, burying his face into my shirt. He breathed in deeply and exhaled, slowly letting it out into my shirt.
"Can't sleep at night." He mumbled. I sighed and took his head in my hands, turning it so he would look at me.
"You sure you're okay?" I asked. He nodded, smiling weakly and bringing my hand up to kiss.
"I'm great. What do you wanna do today?" He asked, his voice waking up. I looked at his handsome face, staring up at me. Oh, how I would kill to know what goes on in his mind. I think it'd be a lovely place.
"In all honesty, I don't want to get up." I admitted. He smiled, his dimples showing. I poked one and he chuckled, pulling me closer to him by my waist.
"I can't lie........this is nice." He whispered. I layed down and snuggled into his chest as he hugged me.We layed in silence for awhile, just enjoying each other's company. Then...a question dawned on me.
"Haz?"
"Yeah love?" He asked, his raspy voice giving me chills.
"When does your tour start up again?" I asked carefully, looking up into his eyes. He sighed, his eyes saddening. He bit his lip slowly, licking his lips afterwards. He looked away from me and out the window, focusing on not making eye contact with me.
"As soon as Liam and Britt get back I'd expect." He whispered, focusing on something outside.
"How long will you be gone?" I asked quietly, not wanting to get in a fight. We fight so easily as of late and I always try to tip toe around his feelings. He gets very touchy over some things. Especially his career. I don't know why he would, he just does.
His eyes closed and he didn't open them as he sighed, leaning his forehead on mine. His sweet lips came to meet mine and he kissed me slowly, obviously not wanting to answer. I internally wanted to slap him for using me as a distraction, but I ignored it and kissed him back passionately, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He grasped the back of my neck, pressing me closer to his bare chest. I slowly rolled over on top of him, straddling his waist, intending to trap him and beat him at his own game. He didn't take this as a trick and I smiled into our heated kisses, before I pulled away and sat up, sitting on top of him, smirking.
"How long...will you be gone?" I asked, fighting to keep my breathing and my voice steady after our heated make out.
"You little shit." He said, his breathing heavy. I could feel his chest rise and fall beneath me.
"You're the little shit. Trying to distract me." I shook my head. Harry sighed and shifted beneath me, but I held him firmly down. I knew, if he really tried, he could overthrow me if he so desired. But...he didn't. Which I was grateful. He probably was just enjoying this. I know I was.
"How long will you be gone?" I asked and he smiled.
"C'mon sweetie. We both know I'll win this." He smirked, challenging me. I frowned and rose and eyebrow.
"You're no funnn...." I whined, biting my lip frequently, knowing this particular move turns him on. He started to get uncomfortable as I slowly leaned down over his neck and traced my lips in patterns down his neck. He groaned and I giggled against his neck, letting my teeth graze his skin.
I was determined to win this. I slowly, and carefully bit at his ear and I could literally feel him start to get excited.
"Harold....I want you to answer my question. It's not even a bad one. I don't get why you're so intent on keeping it a secret." I said, starting to get slightly annoyed. I didn't move my lips from his ear, nibbling around it carefully. He moaned and quickly rolled over, pushing me down on the bed so that we were flipped.
​​​​​​ "We'll probably be gone for.....four..five...six...? Months? Maybe...? I'm not really sure love. I just wanted to have some fun. I'm sorry if I made you mad." He apologized, his green eyes looking sincere. I pouted and looked away from him, sighing with what I hoped to be a sad expression.
"You...u..used me again...?" I whispered, forcing tears to come to my eyes. Might as well scare him. If you're gonna scare someone, better do it right. I looked back to him, a fake tear running down my face. His eyes turned soft and...horrified at the thought of making me cry.
"Oh....oh my gosh.....I..I'm so sorry love...I...I...didn't mean....I..." Harry stammered, getting off of me and pulling me into a tight hug. I couldn't help it anymore. I burst out laughing and he pulled away, confused.
"You..should've...seen...your...face!!" I laughed, giggling at his expression. He narrowed his eyes and then they widened, realizing.
"You tricked me!!" He said, trying to grab my arm. I dodged him and jumped off the bed, knowing what was coming.
"That's what you get!!" I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He smirked and rose his eyebrows, excepting my challenge. He got off the bed and chased me around it, not caring that he was in his boxers and that I was in a long shirt that barely covers my butt and no no shorts. Harry's eyes drifted down my legs, taking my bare skin in, while I blushed, the heat rising to my cheeks. He smiled a mischievous smile and chased me out the door. I giggled and ran into the living room, jumping over the couch. Louis and Alexa must've still been asleep or they must've gone out, because there was no one out there. I jumped over the couch, while Harry went around it, tripping over the rug as he did so. I laughed at him and he shook his head, narrowing his eyes.
"One way. Or another. I'm gonna find ya. I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha. On way. Or another." He sang, making me laugh harder. I was laughing so hard that I fell to the floor and didn't notice when he grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up so that our was standing again. He ensnared me in his strong arms as I finally stopped laughing.
He hugged me from behind, his warm breath hitting my ear, giving me goosebumps and butterflies in my stomach. "I win." He whispered, his low voice sexy and raspy.
My heart was beating out of my chest and a smile began to creep up on to my lips. I smiled and leaned against his chest, loving the feel of his bare skin on my back. "Now I get to punish you....." he whispered, my breath caught in my throat, my heart beat was through the roof by now.
​​​​​ "Wh....what?" I whispered. Harry's hands moved to trace patterns along my arms, making me get goosebumps and shiver. He quickly swooped me into his arms, a laugh jumping from my throat. He laid me down the couch and began to tickle me. I laughed hysterically, trying desperately to get loose, but he held me down firmly. He obviously had the upper hand, as I was much smaller than him. He was pretty much six foot, and all muscles. While I, was 5'3" and small, birdlike almost. I had a small frame, which made me a target for bullies at school. I could pretty much shrink into myself if I so needed. That's why I'm at a disadvantage.
​​​ "Harry!!! Stop!!!" I squealed as I tried so desperately to get loose.
"Never!! Say it first!!" He said, still tickling me.
"Say what?!!" I laughed as I tried to catch my breath.
"That I win!!"
"Okay!! Okay!! I surrender!" I yelled and he stopped tickling me, realizing I couldn't breathe. I stopped laughing and let my breaths come out in puffs. I watched as he ran a hand through his curly hair, sighing.
"Say it...." he whispered.
"Fine. Fine. You win. I lose." I gave in and he smiled kissing my lips gently, before getting off of me and moving to sit next to me. I let out a breath and sat up, running a hand through my black/brown hair.
"I love you." He cooed jokingly as I scowled at him. I shook my head and got up, swinging my hair over my shoulder.
"Sure."

-Mackenzie's POV-
"Kenzie!!" Niall yelled, through the door of the bathroom, making me jump as I did my mascara, resulting in me stabbing my eye with it. Damnit. That hurts.
"Damnit Niall!! What do you want?!" I asked, annoyed as I ripped open the door. He looked surprised as I opened the door, holding my aching eye.
"What happened to you?" He asked, sounding amused. I shook my head at him and turned back into the bathroom, looking in the mirror and shaking my head as I saw the black streak underneath my eye and on my eyelid. I growled and took a makeup removing wipe, wiping the smudged, burning mascara from my eye. My eye burned and it teared up, tears running down my face. Niall sighed and came into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around my waist as I tried to get the mascara out of my eye.
"You scared the shit out of me." I whispered and he sighed.
"I'm sorry. You don't need the makeup though." He whispered. I shrugged, shaking his arm from my shoulder.
"Why not?" I asked as I looked at him through the mirror.
"Because I think....." he trailed, kissing my neck gently. "That you are beautiful.........without...any of that stuff. You are beautiful with brown hair. With blonde hair. With red hair......." he trailed, playing with a piece of my curly hair. I laughed, tears coming to my eyes from his sweetness. "With makeup. Without makeup. In sweats...or the most beautiful dress you have....." he trailed, turning me to kiss my forehead. "Do you get what I'm trying to say?" He whispered. I nodded as I looked up at him.
"You love me?" I asked. He nodded straightaway.
"Yes."
"Even with my pale skin.....?" I asked. He shook his head, laughing, then nodded.
"Yes love. Forget the makeup." He said. I shrugged.
"Why?"
"Because we're going out." He said, kissing me briefly before pulling away and releasing me.
"Where?" I asked as I followed him into our bedroom.
"It's a surprise." He answered as he changed out of his pajamas. I glanced back in the mirror. My eyes were red from crying, but...oddly...I didn't care. I don't care what I look like. I smiled and changed quickly into something nice for the cold weather. ( 58a6addacef295639715b5f5e78d0b)
"Ready?" Niall asked as he pulled a shirt over his head. I nodded and we headed out into the cold air.

A/n- YAY. Over 2500 words!! YAYA.