This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Too late for wishing-65

A/n- (From yesterday....)Happy birthday Mr Luke hemmings. Thank you so much for bringing a smile to my face when no-one else could. Happy 20th.

-Kendall's POV-
My anger was bubbling over as I drove through town a little to fast. My hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly, my knuckles were turning white.
"Kendall....w..what happened....?" Alexa stammered from the passenger seat, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. She was playing with a bracelet on her arm, twisting the charms and biting her lip.
"He killed my mother." I growled, tightening my grip on the steering wheel as I drove. Angry tears fell down my face in hot, fast tracks.
I heard Alexa gasp and felt her hand rest on my arm. "No....I...oh my gosh....I'm...so sorry...." she whimpered. I looked at her as tears fell down her face. I shook my head immediately, wiping my own angry tears, which were still falling, away.
"No...there's...there's time for that later......don't...don't do that." I said quietly, pulling through and alley and into the small drive way I knew so horribly well. I wish I didn't.....I wish I'd have never met him. I wish my mum would've never married him. Even met him.....but it's too late for wishing.....it'd too late for turning around. It's no turning back now. I parked the car in the driveway of the large, nice house. And to think, I was excited when I was going to live here. It looks nice outside, but it's hell on the inside. Just like George. Typical rich man on the outside, but totally the opposite behind closed doors. And the sad thing is.....he got away with all of it.
I got out of the car quickly, and watched as Alexa walked around to stand next to me. "Why are we here?" She asked quietly. I looked at her, anger rising in my chest, covering up the fear that was sitting in my stomach like a rock, pulling me down. I felt the unmistakable urge to press something sharp to my skin, but I pushed it away, tightening my fists and walking to the front door.
"He lives here." I answered. She took a step back, her hands beginning to shake as she backed away.
"Kendall. We should call the police." She whispered, her Hans flying up to her face, where the scar that my step father had given her. I swallowed and stepped back down to grab her hand and put a hand on her cheek, stroking my thumb over the long scar.
"We can't.......don't come in with me.....hide in the car.....I don't want you getting hurt because of me..." I whispered. She shook her head immediately, but I put a hand up. "I will not take no for an answer. Do it. I'll call if I need help." I whispered. She nodded slowly, before hugging me tightly to her and kissing my cheek.
"You're my best friend. You can't get hurt....." she whispered. I gulped, but nodded nervously, glancing back at the house. "I love you." She whispered. I nodded slowly and hugged her once more. As I pushed her towards the car, I saw a movement inside the house and flinched, giving Alexa a look to hurry. She nodded and shut the back door of the car gently, hiding underneath some blankets from me and Harry's last date. I nodded and closed my eyes, collecting myself and pushing my anger to the edge by thinking of my mother and what he has done to her. I approached the front steps and walked up the stairs, hearing nothing inside. Shakily, I reached my hand out, to knock on the door. It echoed through the huge house and I heard footsteps. It sounded like him. His heavy walking was enough to make me want to run as far and as hard as I can. I clenched my jaw and pressed the small hand gun I had down further in my pocket. Hey. I have to be prepared. If he does try something, I want to be armed. I wasn't going to come here unarmed. I'm not stupid.
Suddenly, the door flew open, making me jump practically out of my skin. There he stood. Right in front of me. The man...who killed my mother......
(A/n- Lol, when I was writing this I was thinking like...lol, "to be continued after this short break" in which the television actually plays an hour of commercials until it ACTUALLY GETS BACK TO THE SHOW. Lol. Sorry.....)

-Mackenzie's POV-
I grasped Niall's hand tightly in mine, bringing his cold hands up to my lips so I could blow warm air on them.
"Is it hot in here?" He whispered to me, his warm lips resting against my ear. I sighed, gently shaking my head, as I was freezing in my jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I searched the room for Liam and gave him a look to come here. He sauntered over, his eyes tired.
"Hey....Nialler.....you feel okay?" Liam asked. I slid my hand over Niall's forehead, pulling it back immediately at the hot skin that I felt.
"Niall!! You're burning up!!" I exclaimed, feeling his once cold hand, turn into sweaty really fast.
He shook his head slowly, his pale eyes gleaming with tears. "I'm fine. Really." He murmured, waving us off. I shared a look with Liam, who glanced down at Niall's pale wrist in his hands. He put his hand over Niall's forehead, wincing slightly.
"Niall. You can't go on." Liam said gently, but Niall pushed him away, as well as me and pulled down the hat that was on his head covering his thinning hair.
His hair had become a huge insecurity for him, and I could tell. You would hardly ever see him without a hat on anymore. Whether it was one of Harry's hats, or just a simple beanie, his hair was always covered up to the public, and sometimes even to me and the other boys. I knew that Harry had lent him several hats and I was appreciative, because I could tell he was worried about it, and was embarrassed, but I didn't think he should be. I would love him no matter what and so would the boys.
"You. Are not my father. And you cannot tell me what to do..." Niall said forcefully, glaring up at Liam, glancing at me and glaring at me as well. I sighed, shoving my hands into my pockets uncomfortably as someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"You're on in a minute Mackenzie." The stage manager told me. I nodded and thanked him, grabbing my acoustic guitar and slinging the strap around my shoulders. I walked back over to Niall and glanced at Liam, before reaching down to kiss his scorching hot cheek and hug him gently.
"I think you should listen to Liam..." I whispered in his ear. He gently shook his head, his eyes were dark underneath, making him look sicker than earlier. I pulled back from him and took a deep breath, observing his beautiful eyes.
​​​​​​ "Just...take it easy....yeah?" I whispered. He nodded slowly, taking one of my hands and kissing my knuckles.
"For you only." He whispered back. Liam rolled his eyes at us both, clearly annoyed.
"Be nice to Liam." I added. Niall sighed, smiling slightly and nodding.
"Good luck." Niall and Liam called as I walked out onto the stage and into the lights. The screaming from the fans was amazing and I felt my heartbeat quicken, nervousness taking over. But...all of it drifted away as I started to sing....