This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

You're dumb-58

*check out separation of paragraphs. Some jump around.
*nialls accent is cheesy, flatten it out a bit.

-Mackenzie's POV-
We finally got off the plane and into the airport in Dublin. There were many fans and screaming girls there, as expected. Most screaming at Niall, as this is Ireland after all. I was still excited...but less so since I found out about Kendall. I didn't say anything the whole time we were waiting inside for our bus to arrive. I signed autographs and gave hugs and pictures, but I didn't feel well, my stomach turning and my head throbbing from all the noise. I felt a horrible headache coming on from the anxiety of the loud crowd. Harry noticed my uneasiness because Niall was too busy signing things, so he put his arm around my waist, as to support me and to make sure I didn't faint.
"Thank you." I whispered, leaning against him. He nodded slowly and pulled me into a corner, away from the crowd.
"Hey.....you okay?" He whispered, flicking his long, curly hair out of his eyes. I wondered when he was going to cut it.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just......tired." I lied, looking into his pale green eyes. He frowned, looking into my eyes with intensity.
"You're a bad liar." Harry whispered. I shook my head quickly, closing my eyes tightly, trying to relieve the massive headache I now had.
"It's nothing Harry. I promise.." I lied again. He sighed.
"Do you promise...like...for real.....?" He whispered. I couldn't lie to him. I just couldn't. Harry and I....we've gotten so close. He's like....my best friend now.
"No." I answered, looking out at the crowd. Harry sighed.
"Please tell me. You know I'll listen. I won't judge you or anything. I'm here for you. You can tell me anything." He whispered, touching my wrist. I flinched at the touch, my wrist tingling from where he had brushed his fingers over my scars.
"Harry. I can't. I'm sorry." I whispered, turning away from him. He grabbed my arm tightly, pulling me back to face him. His eyes were confused, his eyebrows raised, and his face sunken.
"Why not?"
"Because." I replied, gently pulling my wrist out of his hands. He sighed, giving up.
"Okay." He said quietly. The bus arrived and all the boys headed out to it, with me staying behind them, walking slower. Niall grabbed my hand and we got into the familiar tour bus, putting our stuff on the floor. I immediately threw back the curtain that separated the living/kitchen area from the bunks and threw my stuff in my bunk, collapsing in the bunk next to it. I sat up slowly and ripped open my bag, trying to find some ibuprofen when Niall sat down next to me, watching me silently.
"Are you okay?" He whispered as I located my ibuprofen. I dug around for awhile in my bag and found some anxiety medication that the doctor had just prescribed me and took two, sighing.
"No. I'm so jumpy." I said, bouncing my leg up and down on the ground as tears came out of my eyes. He frowned and gently put his hand over mine.
"Are you crying?" He whispered, looking at me. I turned away quickly and wiped my face.
"No...." I trailed.
"Sweetheart....." he trailed, pulling me into his lap. He sighed, turning me so that I would face him. I wrapped my lags around his waist immediately, his arms going around my waist.
"I'm scared Nialler." I whispered, laying my head on his shoulder as he held me tightly. He nuzzled his face in my hair, closing his eyes.
"I'll protect you from every thing you're scared of...." he whispered, nibbling on my ear gently. I smiled through my teary eyes, pulling back to look at him.
"Who will protect you?" I whispered. He frowned, but then his lips went back up in somewhat of a smile. It was almost abjectly cute, the way his lips would do that.
"God." He answered quietly. I nodded after thinking for a moment.
"I love you." I mumbled suddenly. He smiled again, his pale blue eyes shining for once. His face was still pale, but it had a bit more color than when he initially started the chemo.
"Good. Cause guess what?!" He asked cutely, leaning forward to kiss my nose quickly.
"What?" I guessed.
"I love you too!!" He exclaimed. I smiled faintly and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss that lasted for awhile. It was slow and personal. I could feel the heat radiating between us, but neither of us took it further. We just kissed passionately for quite a long time. It could have been a few minutes. Or...it could have been an hour. I couldn't tell. With him....time seemed to slow to a halt.
We both jumped when someone ripped the curtain back violently, we both pulled away and looked towards the curtain, where Louis stood. "C'mon love birds! You better get ready!! Sound check in an hour." Louis suggested. I sighed and pecked Niall's lips gently, before moving off of him and stealing the bathroom first, putting on the beautiful dress I was going to wear tonight. I thought it was quite cute and I've had it forever, just never had a reason to wear it. I threw on some heels and walked out into the living/kitchen area. I turned into the kitchen and put a pot of tea on the coffee maker and heard all the boys whistle. I blushed and turned around, shaking my head at them.
They were all half dressed. Harry only had boxers on. Liam and Zayn both had jeans on, but no shirts. Niall had a shirt on, but was only in his boxers. And Louis...well Louis only had underwear on. Thank God I didn't walk out any sooner.
"You look hot." Harry stated, raising his eyebrows. I looked to Niall, who growled while pulling on some black jeans.
"I agree with Harry." Liam said.
"Yeah. You do look beautiful." Zayn agreed.
​​​​​​ "If I didn't have a girlfriend..." Louis started, but Niall put his hands up, his face flaming with anger.
"Okay okay okay!! Enough!! Enough!! She's mine! And all you lot can't have 'er!" Niall said loudly, grabbing my waist and pulling me into his arms. He kissed me protectively,making the boys cat call even more.
Niall pulled away and I hid my flaming cheeks with my hands, pushing Niall gently away from me.
"You guys are dumb." I said, sitting down at the table and grabbing my makeup case, which Louis was digging in. Somehow, he had gotten fully dressed in the minute that I had been in here. "Louis! Stop!!" I protested, grabbing the eyeliner that Louis was drawing on a paper with.
"Why do you need any of this stuff anyways?!" He exclaimed, playing with my mascara and getting it on his fingers like a child. I grabbed it out of his hands, swatting him away.
"Leeyum! Make Louis stop. He's bothering me!!" I whined, slapping Louis's hand away again when he tried to reach back into the bag. Liam sighed and pulled Louis out of the bench and sat down himself, combing his hair over. I smiled when Niall sat down next to me. I carefully applied my makeup, Niall and Liam watching me. Liam was eating an apple, while Niall was snacking on a bag of chips.
"How do you even....do that?" Niall asked as he watched me put eyeliner on. I shrugged after I had finished, taking a glance in the mirror to make sure it was good.
"I honestly have....no clue. I just try not to stab my eye out...." I said quietly, putting on the mascara that I wanted. I was finally finished with my make up. It made my green eyes stand out more and I really liked it.
I was finally finished and Niall was still eating, making me nervous. "Do you always have to eat?" I asked. He looked over at me, his mouth full of chips. I frowned as he swallowed quickly, looking back at me.
"Hey. 'm hungry. Which never happens anymore.....it'll probableh just all come up lateh." Niall slurred as he threw his next mouthful of chips.
"It definitely will. If you keep eating them that fast and before a concert." I said, pulling the bag out of his grasp and holding them out of his grasp.
"Hey. Not fair." He said, pouting and playing with the oxygen tube still comimg from his nose. He always plays with it, like he's uncomfortable that it's there.
"Awww. Poor baby." I whined, touching his cheek. He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss before rubbing his nose against mine.
"Warning!! Cuteness overload!! Vomiting in....3....2....1..." Louis yelled, following with a whole bunch of puking noises. I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"You're just mad you can't have none of this!!" Niall said, putting his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands, making puppy eyes at him. Louis rolled his eyes and knocked Niall's elbows out from under him, almost making Niall face plant into the table.
"Ha ha. Thanks....but no thanks." Louis said sarcastically. I smiled and sat back in the bench, reaching down to scratch my arm, the cuts were really bothering me as of late. Niall gently put his hand over the one I was using to scratch my arm.
"Stop scratching it. It'll only make it worse." He said, pulling my hand away. I moved it back to scratch it again and he groaned. "Stahppp." He whined.
"Its itchy though....." I groaned. He smiled, laying his head on the table and looking up at me.
I put my hands down on my lap and felt the fabric of my dress. It was quite soft and I immediately found pockets. What?!!
"Oh my gosh!! This dress has POCKETS?!" I exclaimed, putting my hands in and out of the pockets. Ahhh. A pocket dress!!
"Why is that so cool to you?" Niall asked, smirking at me as he got up.
"Because it has POCKETS!!" I argued. He shook his head, rolling his eyes as he took the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of tea.
"I still don't get it. " he said and I sighed.
"Listen. This is what sucks about being a girl. Guys have pants with pockets that practically go down to their knees." I started. Liam nodded in agreement.
"That's true. That's true." Liam agreed, pointing at me. I shook my head and continued.
"But...while girls have minimal pocket space and sometimes...don't even have pockets. In suits, the guys have pockets in the jacket as well. I mean...what is that?!" I protested, Harry laughed at me, pulling on a shirt.
"Oh no. Lads. Cover your ears. Here comes the debate." Harry said, shaking his head and putting a hat over his fluffy curls.
"But like......why are you so excited...?" Louis asked and Harry slapped him playfully.
"Dude.....don't ask questions. The chic will get mad. Then we're all in for it." Harry said, in a ghastly attempt at an American accent.
"First of all....that was insulting to.....literally every living American....and second of all....you're dumb." I said, sticking my tongue out at Harry. He rolled his eyes and Niall laughed.
"I agree. I think you should just leave the accents to the experts." Niall said in a flawless American accent that made him literally sound like he was from California.
Harry groaned. "Hey!! That's not fair. The Irish one always gets all the breaks!!" Harry joked, but Niall didn't take it as one. Niall's eyes suddenly dropped and his mouth fell down into a straight line.
"Yeah.....umm....I always get all the breaks...." Niall said quietly, looking down at his hands and tracing the faint scars on his wrist. I frowned and Harry looked to me, a confused expression on his face. I faintly shook my head with wide eyes, asking him not to push.
"Well. We better get to sound check..." Liam said, breaking the awkward and tensed silence that had fell between Harry and Niall. The boys nodded and slowly trickled out, leaving me and Niall alone. Before Harry left, he gave me a sorry look, but I only shrugged. Once the boys had all left and I was alone with Niall, I looked up at him, to see him look away and down at his shirt, picking at the bottom of it as if trying to find something to do. I got up and walked across the room in two strides, standing in front of him and wrapping my arms around his neck. My heels made me almost as tall as him, tall enough so that I could look directly into his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I whispered. He sighed, but nodded, leaning forward to peck my lips smoothly.
"I'll be fine." He whispered, before weaving our fingers together and pulling me out of the bus.