This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Try being a midget-53

A/n- thanks for all the comments. I will try to do a Zayn's POV, but it's just so hard to get into his brain. Ya know? He's so closed off and shy that I never really could make up to think what he's thinking. That's the hardest POV to do for me. And Harry I think. And...I think I did Bradley once. That was also hard for me. So...that's why you barely see a Zayn's POV in this story.

-Kendall's POV-
I plopped down on the couch next to Harry's feet. He was laying on the couch, looking at his phone (like usual) with no shirt on.....like usual. I moved his legs apart so that I could lay between them, resting my head on his toned stomach and sighing, turning to kiss his stomach gently, right underneath his butterfly tattoo. I really did like his tattoos. The way the ink looked on his skin seemed hot to me. Sure, I didn't know the meaning for most of his tattoos, but since the fact that no one knows what they mean make them special to him, then I respect that and have never asked what they mean. His tattoos are quite like a diary. The media took his voice. It's no wonder his skin became his diary........
I only have one tattoo. (It looks like this. Cute-Love-Qoutes-Tattoo-for-Gi) I don't really know why I got it. But.....it just kinda spoke to me. Plus, it helps me cope and it also helps me not to hit relapse. I haven't cut for awhile now, thanks to Harry and I'd like to keep it that way. I know Mackenzie's been struggling with it constantly, but I've tried to help her as best I can, drawing where she would cut. But....I don't think it helped all that much. It helped her hold on for a week at most. I do know about what happened yesterday. About Niall. About her..cutting and Liam trying to stop her. Word gets around quickly between our group.
Harry moved his legs, getting more comfortable as he reached down to touch my hair. I turned my head, looking up to smile at him and wink. He chuckled, his stomach vibrating underneath my head.
"You seem to be in a good mood." I pointed out. He shrugged, smiling down at me, his dimples poking out.
"Yeah. I guess. What about you? How are you?" He asked. I shrugged suddenly, surprising myself.
"Eh......" I sighed. Harry frowned, looking at me with concern as he bit his lip.
"What does that mean in the language of Kendall?" He asked quietly, shaking out his curls and doing his signature hair flip that I always found so attractive on him. Even before I liked him, I still thought that was attractive.
"I have no clue." I shrugged, making him chuckle. The blizzard was still raging outside and I sighed, burying my face into his warm stomach.
"Are you okay though?" He asked again, his cheeky side coming out. Izmir didn't move my head from his stomach, planting a kiss there.
"Yes." I mumbled. I could practically see his nod, so I closed my eyes, breathing in his manly cologne. He was humming something, something nice. His low voice hummed quietly to me. I heard him lock his phone and felt him gently shift me up further so that my head was on his chest. I breathed out a sigh and nuzzled my head against his neck. I felt his large hands rest on my waist. I fell asleep there. In his arms, the wind blowing outside.

-Zayn's POV-
I shoved my hands into my pockets as I paced the room, running my hands over my face. "Just finish this tour. Just stay here for a bit longer until we finish the tour for Four. It'll get better. I promise. Please don't leave." I heard Harry's voice say. I closed my eyes tightly as I pulled my hands out of my pockets, running them up through my hair, which was so messed up. The old Zayn wouldn't have allowed that. But...I was to the point where I could absolutely give a crap about what my hair looked like.
I could feel myself slipping slowly, slipping down and away from the other lads. I know I've mentioned this before.....but it's been on my mind a lot more lately. I heard the door open and I jumped, looking at it to see Louis poke his head through the door.
Great. Just what I need right now.......
​​​​​​ "What do you want Louis?" I sighed, closing my eyes, knowing what was coming.
"Mate....I just.....I came to....." he stammered, his face flushed and his eyes red as if he'd been crying.
"Came to yell at me? Yeah. That's what I thought. Go ahead. Yell. Scream at me. It's what I deserve." I said, tears stinging my eyes. Louis opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it again, then shut it again, like he was unsure of what to do.
"No...I....I came to apologize......actually." Louis said. What? "About...the way I acted before....I was just upset I guess.....that...I don't know. I'm sorry anyways. I didn't mean to be an idiot." Louis finished, stepping forward to hug me. I stiffened, but hugged back awkwardly.
"It's.....it's okay...." I mumbled, looking down at my fingers and picking at my fingernails.
"Are we good then?" Louis asked. I smiled and hugged him again, patting him on the back.
"Yeh boo bear. We're good." I clarified. Louis let out a nervous laugh.
"Erm....good. You scared me there for a moment......if you'd like I can yell." Louis said, smiling at me cheekily. I shook my head, rolling my eyes.
"I'm good." I said, shaking my head at his weird behavior. But hey, it's Louis and he was cheering me up so....I didn't complain.
"I'd like to make a shout out." Louis announced. I braced myself for the yelling. "SHOUT OUT." Louis screamed. I laughed and pushed him away from me and pulling his beanie over his eyes. He pulled it down further so it covered his whole face. I could see that he was grinning from beneath it.
"Hey Zayn!! Guess what I am!" Louis exclaimed in a higher voice, reminding me strangely of our video diaries from x factor.
"I dunno Louis. What are you?" I sighed. He giggled. And I'm not joking. Giggled. Like a girl. Like. No joke.
"I'm a song!!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes, pulling the beanie off his head and putting it on my own, sticking my tongue out and running out of the room......