This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Tea time with Haz-39

A/n- Happy Mother's Day mum.

-Mackenzies POV-
I watched as Niall cried and apologized constantly, crying into me. I held him tightly and wrapped my arms around his chest tightly, pulling him against me. He cried quietly and I sighed, holding him and breathing in his beautiful Niall smell. I rested my head on his chest and breathed out a sigh as I gently set the diary on the nightstand, turning the lamp back off. His face was tired and he sighed, looking down at me, his blue eyes exhausted.
"I won't ever let anyone hurt you again. I promise." Niall whispered as he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. I smiled as I hugged him tightly to me, tracing his muscles in his back. I listened to his slow breathing and looked up at his cute face.
"I love you so much." I whispered, reaching up to run my hands through his soft, bleach blonde hair. It was getting dark at the roots again and I wondered when he would dye it again. Not that I wanted him to. I actually loved it when it started to get dark. It was cute how it crept up from his neck, leaving the top blonde. I just loved it. Like I love him. I sighed and looked at the clock. Ugh. 3:30? It's so early....and yet...I can't sleep. I won't be able to. At least I don't think I will. I sighed, gently moving his arms so they weren't around me and slipped out of bed. His huge t shirt hung off me and covered my butt, as I didn't have shorts on. I didn't care. I was too tired to care. I glanced back at my sleeping prince for a second. I smiled and leaned over to kiss his forehead before brushing back his hair and wiping the last tear from his face.
"Sleep well my little snowflake." I whispered as I walked out of our room. Maybe some tea will help me sleep......
I walked out of our room and saw a curly head lying on the couch, looking out beneath a blanket. I saw that the tv was on, quietly filling the room with quiet sound, as not to wake us up probably.
"Hazza?" I asked, stopping. Harry turned and looked at me, his eyes red and tired. The green orbs gently traveled down my bare legs, making me blush. His eyes widened at all the new scars which littered my thighs. I sighed and tugged at the shirt, pulling it down as my face flushed with a bright red blush. Harry averted his eyes quickly, moving them back up to my eyes.
"Sorry. Did I wake you love?" He slurred, his voice laced with tiredness and.....sadness....making it much more raspy than normal. I shook my head, walking over next to the couch to sit down next to him, moving his feet so they sat on my lap. He shifted, getting comfortable once more. I immediately noticed the distressed state he was in. Dark circles rested underneath his eyes and his usually clear, green orbs were now bloodshot. Tear stains were on his cheeks, indicating he had, in fact, been crying.
"No. Niall was awake anyways and woke me up." I said, looking at the glow that the tv left on his face in the dark. He sniffed and blinked, looking at me.
"Oh. Okay." He replied, looking down. I nodded slowly, observing his eyes and face for a second.
"Hey Haz......?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?" I asked slowly, observing him as he pulled his eyes back to meet mine. His green eyes were similar to mine, but his were a darker green, making it hard not to stare at his unusual eyes.
"No...." he replied honestly, sitting up so that his feet moved off my lap and further up onto the couch. I sighed,running a hand through my hair.
"What's wrong?" I asked, shifting so that I sat closer to him.
"Me and Kendall. We had a stupid fight." He said. I sighed.
"Again?"
"Yeah....it was stupid I guess....but.....it always ends up like this.....I end up sleeping on the couch, and sometimes...some one else's couch." He said, clearing his throat as he did his hair flip thing. I rolled my eyes and leaned back. "You don't mind...do you..? That I'm here?" He asked and I waved him off.
​​​​​​ "Nah. It's fine. I'm actually kinda glad. It gives me someone to talk to. I can't sleep." I explained and he nodded. He scrunched his eyebrows together....as if he was thinking really hard.
"It's Louis's birthday." He whispered. I thought for a moment. That's right. It is. Since its 3:30 in the morning, it's Louis's birthday today. And christmas eve tonight. I nodded my head in understanding.
"I know." I said and he frowned.
"Yours is in three days." He said and I sighed, realizing. I'm going to be 19? That's insane. It seems like just yesterday I was sixteen and just meeting Niall. I sighed again and nodded.
"Yeah. I guess." I replied, sighing. Why does time go so fast? I got up, stretching and walking behind the couch to hug him from behind. I kissed his cheek gently, releasing him from our hug and sighing as I stood up.
"You want some tea?" I asked. He nodded and followed me into the kitchen where I took the coffee pot and filled it with water to be warmed up. I leaned against the counter and he watched me, his silence freaking me out a bit. I got some tea bags out of the cupboard and he watched me, running a hand through his hair.
"So....umm.....what did you guys fight about...?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going so we wouldn't be in the uncomfortable silence we were in before.
​​​​​​ "Oh I dunno...." Harry trailed off and I rolled my eyes, looking back at him with a "that's Bullshit" face.
"That's dumb. You do too know." I replied, slapping him across the back of his head. He winced, rubbing the back of his head gently.
"Ow. Fine Johnny. She thought I was checking out another girl." He sighed, rubbing his hand up and down his face.
​ "She thought? Did you?" I asked and he winced.
"Perhaps." He said, sounding ashamed. I rolled my eyes and punched his arm as the coffee machine beeped and I turned to it, pouring water into two cups.
"God Harry! Are you trying to be a creep and a player?" I almost yelled, but dipped my voice down lower, remembering Nialler was still asleep. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"First. Stop punching me!! Second, no. I don't try, it just kinda.....happens..." he whispered, looking down. I sat down at the counter as I dipped my tea bag into the water, sighing as he grabbed the other cup and sat down next to me. I poured milk and a butt load of sugar into mine, while Harry put just milk in. I shuddered.
"How do you drink that with that little milk and no sugar?" I asked, appalled. He shrugged, taking a big gulp. I winced.
"Just a part of being British love." He answered, his accent significantly stronger. I sighed and took a sip of my tea, letting the hot, silky liquid flood down my throat.
"But like seriously Haz....you need to apologize and admit you were wrong. Sitting and crying around like a baby won't help anything. I know that better than anyone. Go apologize to her. I'm sure she'll understand and forgive you. You two are meant to be together." I finished, looking at him. He nodded, a smile creeping up on his lips and his cheeks forming the famous dimples....but behind all that, I saw a small flicker of hurt.
"Thanks Johnny." He said, his smile widening as he got up quickly. I rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname I was given by Louis. I frowned when he gave me a kiss on the head, before taking another big gulp of tea.
"Wait!" I called as Harry ran out of the kitchen. "Are you sure that's everything you're upset about?"
"Uhmmm. Yeah....for the most part...."
"For the most part?"
"Yeah, no I'm okay Kenz. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
"Where are you going?!" I asked. He looked at me as if it were obvious.
"To tell her!!"
"Harry wait!!" I called again, he stopped in his tracks, poking his head back into the kitchen again.
"What?!" he asked, his voice aggravated.
"It's three in the morning. Don't you think you should wait till morning?" I asked and he rolled his eyes and shook his head, his messy curls bouncing.
"Never." He replied. I sighed as he ran out the door, slamming it behind him. There goes my sleep. And Kendall's......

-Kendall's POV-
I shifted underneath the covers uncomfortably. It isn't the same sleeping without Harry. He always helps me sleep when I can't. I'm a night owl, usually staying up late and sleeping late into the morning.
But, that was when Harry and I would talk. I loved that about him, if I couldn't sleep, we would talk and talk until there was nothing left to say and we were both exhausted. His voice calmed me and so did his presence, so you could see why I would be a little distraught at his easy disappearance.
I jumped suddenly when I heard the door to our flat open and slam shut, making me jump. I sighed, figuring it was probably a drunk Louis. I was very surprised however when the door to my bedroom opened slowly, the light pouring into my room. I wasn't in Harry's room. I have my own room in the flat. Remember? But since Harry and I were best friends and had gotten closer, I'd slept with him because of my nightmares. I don't usually sleep in this bed. I sleep in Harry's.
I sat up slowly when I saw Harry's tall frame in the doorway. "Harry?" I asked tiredly, my Aussie accent coming out strong and clear, even though my voice was raspy. Which, didn't make sense to me.
"Kendall....I'm..sorry..." he trailed...looking incredibly sad, even in the dark. I sighed, instantly feeling bad for him.
"C'mere.." I slurred, motioning for him to lay next to me. He nodded slowly and walked over, peeling the covers back and slipping beneath them. I moved a curl out of his face and kissed his forehead like he was a child, instantly forgiving him. I love him so much, it hurts. I wouldn't be able to stand it without him.
"Kendall...I.was wrong...you were right...I...I'm sorry..." Harry started, but I put my lips over his, covering them with mine, instantly feeling sleepy now that he was there. He looked so innocent and young and real in that moment that I had to run my hand down his cheek to make sure he was real.
"Shh....we'll talk in the morning. You're incredibly boring and you're putting me to sleep." I whispered as I rested my head on his chest. His raspy chuckle vibrated his chest, so that I could feel it. I smiled and fell back asleep. I told Zayn I had it sorted......