This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Meanie head-31

A/n- eh. Okay. People need to chill. I mean....some people have absolutely no chill. PS, THIS CHAPTER IS LONG ASS YAY!!!!!

-Mackenzie's POV-
"Niall......can you please tell me where we're going?" I begged as I swing our linked hands back and forth. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking behind us at the paparazzi, which pretty much followed us everywhere.
"You are relentless. Just wait and see. It's supposed to be a surprise!" He told me, pulling me closer to him as we walked. He put his arm around my shoulders and sighed as we saw paps up ahead of us as well. I looked to him and smiled, shaking my head.
"Aren't you glad I got famous as well?" I asked sarcastically. Before, we had twice the amount of paps following us. Now...we have twice as many. Ever since I dropped my new album, things have gone haywire.
Niall chuckled and shook his head, kissing the top of my head gently. We strolled down the street slowly, enjoying just walking with each other.
"I'm glad you're famous as well, but....there's more paps...so I don't like it." He said. I nodded slowly and observed him. He was different from when I had first met him. He had definitely lost quite a bit of weight from all the stress. His clothes were a bit more baggy on him as a result. He did, however, look much more healthy. Healthier than before anyways....I guess the recovering was good for him.
"Hey Nialler....?" I asked quietly, looking up at him as we walked. He rose his eyebrows and smiled as he looked at me.
"Yeah?"
"How does your chest feel?" I asked and he sighed, taking a deep breath.
"It's....alright...I guess......" he trailed, looking down at his feet, then behind us abruptly as if he heard something. I looked too, but saw nothing, except the paps.
"Niall......are you telling me the truth?" I asked, running a hand through my hair. He looked up at me, his eyes sad, which scared me.
"It hurt...the other day, after we had been crying......you know and....we fell asleep...." he whispered, looking at his feet to avoid eye contact with me.
My heart sunk at this. "Have you had...trouble....breathing?" I asked and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Sometimes...I mean...it isn't as bad as it was before." He said, smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. I instantly saw through this and squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him.
"Niall. You need to go to the doctor...." I said and he instantly shook his head.
"No. I don't need them to tell me something I already know. I already know my cancer is back. I knew it the day we got free from your mother and Trey when I collapsed on the street and couldn't breathe. I knew it yesterday and the day before. I'm fine though! I feel fine!! It's obviously not going to get worse. Why can't we just....live life and ignore it? Maybe it'll go away." He protested. I shook my head, knowing the horrible consequences of this.
"But Niall...what if....it doesn't get better...? What if....what if...it gets worse...like it did....the last time. Why.....wouldn't you want to go to the hospital? Only...to see if we could make it better....I...don't understand Niall..." I whispered, my voice failing me as tears wanted to fall. I didn't let them though. Not today. Not now. Not in the streets in front of the paps.
Niall stopped me abruptly and grabbed both of my hands in front of me.
"Listen to me. Okay?" He asked quietly. The paps had faded off, realizing we weren't doing anything exciting. But, some still remained, as usual.
"Sure." I said, looking up at him as he moved a hand over my cheek slowly, stroking it idly. I shivered as the cold December air blew through my hair, blowing on my neck.
"I'll go soon. Can we just.......enjoy this day?" He whispered, getting closer to me. I nodded, my words sticking in my throat like molasses. They wouldn't budge.
"Y..you promise....?" I whispered. He gently pressed his lips to my forehead and nodded. I heard the paps taking pictures, but he didn't care and neither did I. Let them take all the pictures they like. Niall's lips were warm against my forehead, making me relax. He pulled away slowly and looked down at me before we started walking again without another word.
I began to think. I know everyone's told me not to think about the what ifs, but I constantly finding myself doing just that. You know? What if what if what if? Like....seriously. It's all I can think about. I'm so nervous all the time. I'm on the edge. Like....every time I begin to be happy, something bad happens, preventing me from being happy. Like...I'm not aloud to be happy because of what I've been through. I admit, sometimes it's myself. Sometimes...it's my depression, but other times...it's just....life. My life. Niall's life. What does it mean? All of it. Why are we here? I don't know. That's what sucks about it. I don't know anything. I'm human. I don't understand.
"Mack? Babe?" Niall asked and I jumped, snapping me back to reality.
"Hmmm?" I asked, trying to clear my thoughts abruptly. Like wiping the slate clean, I pushed it all back to the back of my mind, ignoring it for now.
"You okay?" He asked and I forced a smiled and nodded.
"Yes, of course." I replied, squeezing his hand. I wasn't exactly lying. I feel fine physically, just a bit tired. I could tell he was too because, as I was thinking about this, he yawned and covered his mouth with his hand as to hide it.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked through his yawn, making it hard to understand him. I giggled and ruffled his hair.
"Harry potter." I joked. "What else?" I asked as if this were obvious. He laughed, his face lighting up, making me smile.
"Of course. I had forgotten how much of a nerd you are." He said, nudging me with his arm.
"At least I know how to read." I shot back. He looked offended.
"Woah woah. Slow your roll. That's not me. That's probably Harry, and Louis." He said and I shook my head.
"Sure. Blame your best mates." I said, rolling my eyes as we turned a corner. I shivered slightly and Niall glanced at me.
"You cold?" He asked. I shook my head and smiled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked. I dropped his hand and held his other one over my shoulder as we walked down the street. Some paps were still following us, but we ignored them and kept walking.
I really wanted to know where we were going, but I didn't ask him, respecting his wish for it to be a surprise. The wind blew coldly, making me shiver again. I pulled my coat more firmly around me as I watched a few snowflakes fall from the sky, gently drifting down to the ground. I giggled and opened my mouth, letting some drop onto my tongue. Niall laughed and brushed some snow out of my hair.
"C'mon." Niall said as he pulled me down the street as he began to walk even faster, pulling me behind him quickly. I smiled as we turned the corner and pulled me into a building. An indoor skating rink. I smiled immediately and he squeezed my hand. We seemed to have lost the paparazzi in the abrupt change in direction. We got our skates and we walked to sit down and put them on. I got mine on in less than a minute, while Niall fumbled around with his for at least five minutes before he managed to get one on, but didn't lace it up. I sighed and kneeled in front of him, grabbing the laces of his skates and quickly lacing the first one up.
"You'd think by now you would've learned how to do this." I said, tightening the laces to fit his foot.
"It's hard!" He protested, pouting at me. I left the other one unlaced and he looked down at me.
"You try that one." I said. He sighed and bent down over his skates and tried to lace them up, but failed miserably. I sighed and swatted his hands away, doing it the correct way.
"Thanks." He said, putting his hands on his knees. I shook my head, smiling up at him.
"If you don't do it the right way, they'll come untied and your face will hit the floor before you even step foot on the ice." I advised and he laughed. I pulled him up and he wobbled. I smiled and helped him onto the ice after pulling our blade guards off. He clung to the wall and I smirked at him as I walked out onto the ice, watching him reach out for me. Something dawned on me and I frowned.
"Niall? Are you allowed to do this? What if you can't breathe? " I asked and he shrugged.
"They said no running. Or..stuff like that. This is skating. Besides. I feel fine. If I can't breathe, or my chest hurts I'll tell you and we can stop." He reasoned and I nodded, holding out my hand to him. I pulled him to me and kissed his cheek gently.
"Thanks for taking me here. I haven't gone skating in...ages...." I breathed out. We were alone on the ice, except for a few teenage girls and a little girl and her mother. The teenage girls were staring at us, the one was squealing and the other two were looking at her weird. I pointed them out to Niall and he chuckled, shaking his head. I pulled him with me, skating over to them slowly, waiting for him. He was still pretty shaky on skating and pretty.....well....horrible. He clung to my arm tightly, holding on for dear love.
"You okay?" I half laughed, watching his scared face. He let out a breath and looked at me, his face scared.
"I suck at this." He admitted and I laughed.
"That's obvious." I replied, making his mouth drop open in protest. I laughed and pulled my arm away from him, forcing him to skate on his own. He stumbled, but didn't fall, making my smile. I left him on his own and skated over to the girls, still laughing.
"I'm going to die!! Come back!!" Niall yelled, his Irish accent ringing throughout the rink. I laughed and stopped in front of the girls.
"Oh my God. Are you Mackenzie Johnson!?" The girl squealed and I nodded, sticking the toe of my skate into the ice, ignoring Niall's calls for help.
"Yeah." I answered as I signed some things for them. Niall finally managed to get over to me and grabbed my arm again.
"I almost could've fucking died and you left me!" He exclaimed, his bottom lip poking out. I shook my head as I signed the girls stuff and handed it to Niall to sign.
"Oh you're fine baby." I teased him. He pouted even more and hugged the girls, resulting in all of them crying. "See look now ya made them cry." I joked and he shook his head, narrowing his eyes.
"You're being mean to me!!" He whined, making me laugh. He slowly skated away from me and I sighed, saying goodbye to the fans. I skated behind him, catching up to him within seconds.
"You're getting better Niall!!" I encouraged, and he looked over his shoulder at me, smiling, before it dropped off his face into a scowl again. I rolled my eyes and slowly skated up behind him,wrapping my arms around his waist. He stumbled a bit, before regaining his balance and leaning back against me for support.
"You're a meanie head." He said, pouting. I laughed and pecked his cheek, letting my lips linger on his cheek. He blushed and looked down, trying not to smile.
"Pwease don't stay mad at me...!" I whined, sticking my lip out and making puppy eyes to him. A smile fell on his lips and I released him, moving to skate next to him. I grabbed his hand and skated backwards so I could look at him.
"Show off...." he mumbled, making me laugh and blush.
"Get comfortable, cause we're gunna be here until you can do this." I said and he groaned. I laughed and did a circle, showing off to him. He laughed and we continued skating.

-Louis's POV-
I flopped on the couch and groaned as Alexa jumped on me, sitting on my chest.
"You are gunna fucking kill me." I groaned. She giggled and flipped her red hair over her shoulder.
"Why Louis Tomlinson! Is that a fat joke?" She joked, poking my chest and pretending to be hurt.
"Maybe. Maybe not." I laughed and she rolled her eyes, leaning down to kiss me quickly before pulling away too soon. My lips begged for more, but she got off of me and sat down on the couch next to me just as the door opened. Zayn peeked his head in slowly, knocking quietly like he always does. What a polite lad.
"Cmin Zayn!" Alexa said loudly and Zayn walked in. I nodded my head to him and he flopped down in the chair next to the couch.
"Whats up?!" I asked and he shrugged.
"Just bored as hell. Mackenzie and Niall went on a date and Kendall and Harry did as well. Thought I might as well third wheel with you two." He sighed. He glanced at Alexa and they made an odd eye contact, making my stomach lurch.
I felt bad for him. He hasn't exactly.....had a good time with girls lately...since Audrey died, he's been...well..lonely. As all of us have girlfriends and.....a wife? Wow, he definitely feels left out.
"Sure. We weren't doing anything today. Probably just....hang..." I said. He nodded and Alexa put in a movie. I put my arm around her loosely, pulling her against my chest. Zayn glanced at us, more specifically at her and I frowned. He looked away.
Huh....that's.....odd.

*yes. It is odd Lewis, but you didn't do anything about it because you didn't finish high school and you didn't take chem with wedge therefore you are dumb and are going to let your girl get stolen from Zayniepoo