This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Selfless-45

A/n- graduation got me like.

-Mackenzie's POV-
I flinched when the door to our room opened slowly. Niall's head still laid on my stomach and he slept soundly, his breathing steady and slow. I was listening to just the sound of him breathing, and the sound of his oxygen machine humming quietly. Liam peeked his head in and winced, seeing us laying.
"Oops!! Sorry. Didn't know you were still sleeping." Liam whispered, starting to shut the door. I shook my head quickly and motioned him to come back in. Niall shifted slightly and hugged my leg to him, sighing in content.
"No....it's fine...I wasn't...come here..." I whispered, motioning him over. It wasn't really like I could move. Niall was pretty much laying on me.
Liam came and sat down on the edge of our bed, looking at me. He looked down at Niall, noticing the oxygen tubes coming from his nose. "What happened?" Liam whispered, putting his hand on mine, his face laced with concern.
I sighed and moved my hand down to stroke Niall's soft hair as I looked back up at Liam.
"His chest hurt him last night again. He started to cough and has some trouble breathing. I finally got him to stop and gave him the oxygen. He's okay now...just....beat is all." I whispered, feeling tears prick my eyes. I swallowed them and looked up at him, to see his sad face.
"Must've scared you. Huh?" He whispered, looking down at Niall, watching him sleep. I nodded, following his gaze.
​​​​​​ "Yeah. Scared the bloody hell out of me. And....the funny thing is...he laughed about it." I whispered. Liam sighed, grabbing my hand in his.
​​​​​​ "He's gonna be okay." He whispered reassuringly, squeezing my hand like the gentleman he is. I smiled and nodded, looking down at my sleeping Prince. His face was slightly grey, like it was when he was in the hospital, which scared me. But I still saw Niall. The boy I fell in love with.
"Liam. He was in remission. It's obviously coming back strong. I'm just...worried....that he'll be as sick as he was before....." I whispered, choking on my words slightly. I felt tears come to my eyes, so I continued to run my hair through Niall's hair, trying to calm myself. The feel of his soft locks against my fingers seemed to calm me down and Liam looked at me sadly.
"He's strong. He'll be okay." He said forcefully, as if he said it strong enough, it would become reality.
"I'm taking him to the doctor. Whether he likes it or not." I whispered, watching Niall's eyelids move.
​​​​​​ "Take him the day after Christmas. Okay? You don't wanna spoil it for him. He won't wanna go on Christmas. Okay?" He whispered. I nodded slowly.
"Okay Liam." I whispered. We let our gaze slip back down to the sleeping Irish lad which laid on my stomach. Niall sighed and turned to his side, scratching his nose as his eye twitched.
​​​​​​ "So...did you want something....or.....?" I whispered, and he slapped himself in the forehead, seeming to realize what he came in here for.
"Oh yeah!!! We're going out for Louis's birthday. I wanted to see if you guys wanted to come......" he trailed. I sighed and shook my head.
"That's probably not a good idea for him today. I think he should stay here." I sighed. Liam nodded, looking as if this was obvious.
"Yeah. Kinda figured that. You wanna come?" He asked as if he already knew the answer. I shook my head, stroking Niall's hair through my fingers.
"No. I'm not gonna leave him alone." I whispered. Liam nodded and got up off the bed and leaned over to kiss my cheek. I let go of his hand and he smiled at me.
"Take care of him...okay?" He whispered, sounding sad. There was pain in his eyes from seeing his friend sick. I smiled at him sadly and grabbed his hand again, kissing his knuckles.
"Of course Liam. Don't worry. He's okay. Have fun." I whispered, dropping his hand again and smiling.
"Thanks Kenz. We'll be back later tonight. I'm not sure what Louis and Harry have planned. I'll have my phone on..if you need anything...just text me." He said and I smiled and waved him off.
"Liam. I'm not a child. Just go!! Have fun!!" I whispered. He smiled and nodded as he walked out our door and shut it quietly, as not to wake Niall. I heard the front door close and knew that he left. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my sleeping boyfriend. I slowly traced the lines along his face, flattening them out and observing his perfect features. His skin was smooth against my fingers. I let my fingers slowly touch the tube of the oxygen. I let my fingers trace it down his neck and I saw goosebumps appear on his skin, making me smile. He groaned and rolled back so that he was lying on his back once again. His blue eyes fluttered open slowly, making me fall in love all over again. Gosh. How could someone's eyes be so beautiful?
"Gmorning....." Niall slurred, his accent thicker than ever. I smiled as he slowly grabbed my hand and pulled it down to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently, just as I had done to Liam moments before. I bit my lip and looked down at our hands as I reached out to touch his hair.
"Good morning Nialler." I whispered. "How do you feel?" I asked him. He sighed and scooted up, turning so that his face was in my stomach. He breathed in deeply and I played with his hair as he did so.
​​​​​​ "I feel lousy." He mumbled into my stomach. I sighed and gently grabbed his head, pulling it up so that I could see his eyes. I searched them for a moment, but all I found was the unmistakable tiredness in them. I winced and gently leaned forward to kiss his forehead, which was kinda hot. I frowned and put my hand over his head, trying to figure out if he had a temperature or not. It was impossible to tell. I sighed, gently reaching out and pulling him into a hug.
"I'm sorry babe. I wish we could switch." I whispered, kissing the top of his head. He looked up at me with wide eyes and frowned.
"No.....I want you to be healthy." He whispered, playing with a piece of my hair. I sighed and sat up, him sitting up as well.
I really do wish I could trade places. He shouldn't be sick. He shouldn't be sad. He should never cry. It's heartbreaking. Each time he's sick, I am too. On the inside. Each time he cries, I cry. It's......part of loving someone I guess. You don't let them break alone. But yet....I did. I left him all alone. It wasn't better. I only managed to make it worse. My mother kidnapped him regardless. So.....I made it worse. But....it was okay....for awhile. While he was in remission. But lately...I've seen the big signs that his remission is slowly growing to a close. He knows it too. He always did. I mean....he just hid it. For me. For the lads. He's always so selfless. Like even now. He's sick and he still cares about my health over his own. That's love I guess. I definitely am more worried about him than myself.
"Niall. You've been in pain for awhile now. Haven't you?" I whispered. He looked up at me slowly and shrugged slowly.
​​​​​ "Love......" he started and I shook my head, cutting him off by pressing my lips to his. He kissed back weakly for a moment before having to come up for air.
"Shh....." I cooed quietly. He sighed and leaned forward to hug me tightly. I hugged him back tightly and began to shake from trying to hold my tears in.
"Don't cry. Please. Don't cry." He whispered, but it was too late. I already had a small flow of tears falling. I smiled and hid my face in his shoulder as we hugged. We held each other. Not letting go for at least an hour. And neither of us seemed to want to let go either. That was the beauty of it.
"You're going to the doctor after Christmas." I whispered, my voice shaking. He sighed, but nodded over my shoulder, not resisting.
​​​​​​ "Okay love. Whatever you say." He whispered. He didn't stop hugging me, only tightened his grip around me and rubbed circles in my back. I breathed in the smell of his faint cologne and sighed into his shoulder, stroking his hair as I did so.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered. He suddenly pulled back and looked at me. I quickly wiped my eyes so he wouldn't see my tears and looked up at him.
"I love you." He said suddenly, pulling me back into another tight hug. I nodded over his shoulder. "So much." He added. I smiled through my teary eyes and closed my eyes.
"I love you too." I whispered.

A/n- I'm gonna go cry now. I'll be back tomorrow. See ya.