This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Haunting things and jealous husbands-67

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-Niall's POV-
I watched as Louis and Harry got in the cab and drove away, leaving me and the boys alone. I looked at Liam and Zayn and they gave me a look to go ahead and get on the bus, so I walked away from them.
I heard some sniffling and shuffling on the other side of the bus, so I stopped at the door and frowned, turning and going to the back of the bus. I immediately spotted Mackenzie, leaning against the bus and singing quietly to herself, not noticing that I was watching her, or standing close to her.
"I love myself no I don't need anybody else. Hey. I......l..love myself no I don't need anybody else...." She sang quietly, rocking herself back and forth and wrapping her arms around her fragile frame. She was obviously crying, as her shoulders were shaking visibly. She looked up and I tried to sidestep further behind the bus so she wouldn't see me, but I tripped over my own feet, making a loud racket as I grabbed the bus to steady myself. Mackenzie sighed and slowly walked over, her gaze on me the entire time.
"Sorry for spy-" I started, but she cut me off, wrapping me in such a tight hug I thought I would explode. I hugged her back even tighter, letting her bury her face in my shoulder in silence.
"Don't say anything." She whimpers, clinging to me tightly and never seeming to want to let go. I nodded and slowly picked her up, straining my already weak muscles and carrying her bridal style to the door of the bus, where she put a hand on my chest.
"Niall. I don't want you to hurt yourself." She whispered before dropping out of my arms. I frowned and looked down. I wish I could be stronger. Healthier. Still..... wishing won't do me any good anyways.....
She walked up into the bus before me and dropped onto the couch, dropping her head into her hands. "Why does all this happen to us? To Kendall?" She whimpered. I sighed, sitting down next to her and grabbing her hand gently.
"Come on....." I whispered, pulling her up with me and pulling her into my bunk. I actually liked sleeping in her bunk more than my own, as it smells like her perfume, and overall, just like her. But I knew she prefers to sleep in mine, for the same reason I like sleeping in hers.....
She breathed out a sigh of relief, then looked down at our clothes in question. "Shouldn't we change?" She whispered. I nodded and she slid out, pulling her shirt over her head quickly and pulling down her pants as well, right in the aisle. I smiled and pulled off my shirt, being careful not to detach my oxygen and handing the used shirt to her. She took it in her hands and smiled, before pulling it over her head. It hung off her loosely and was big on her, but it still managed to look good on her. I stripped off my jeans and stayed in my boxers and no shirt, but it didn't seem to bother her as she stared at my chest, before gulping. I reached my hand out to her and pulled her in next to me, wanting to feel her skin and hold her. She let me spoon her from behind, laying her head on my arm and kissing my bicep gently. I smiled suddenly as she tangled her legs with mine. Coughing, I moved my arm over my mouth so I could cough into it. Mackenzie sighed, shifting so I could cough easier. There was so much phlegm in my throat I thought I would choke. The oxygen barely helped. I had a runny nose, and I just overall, was sick.
Mackenzie gently moved backward and grabbed something off the floor, before handing me a tissue. I grabbed it gratefully and finally stopped coughing. "Thanks love." I whispered. She nodded slowly and watched me wipe my nose and cough into the tissue once more. Once I was done, I held it in my hand, but she grabbed it and got up to throw it away.

-Mackenzie's POV-
I grabbed the tissue from Niall's hands and got up to throw it away, but I heard voices outside the curtain to the living area. I sighed, wishing I had chosen a better clothes choice, as I looked down at Niall's long shirt, which just reached past my butt. I pulled back the curtain and ran a hand through my hair as I threw it in the garbage and looked up to see Zayn and Liam looking at me.
"Is he okay?" Liam asked me, glancing at my scarred thighs, before letting his eyes drift back up to my face. Pulling down the shirt, I nodded, still not sure of anything myself. I wish people would stop looking. I feel like a freak.
"I think so......" I trailed. Liam sighed, so I sat down in between them. Liam was on his phone, scrolling through his Twitter, when something caught my eye. I frowned and grabbed his phone quickly, scrolling back to it. It was an article, about Britt.......
"What?" Liam inquired, looking over my shoulder. "What is it?" He asked again. I sighed and read it out loud.
"Brittany Simpson Payne, the new wife of Liam Payne, was seen out and about with a new man, maybe one of her old friends, as she had posted on instagram a selfie of the two, saying "so great to be back with old friends.".....While Liam is on tour, what is Britt doing? She's out with some other man. They could be just friends....but it looks different from the pictures that paparazzi were able to get......" I trailed, scrolling down to see a picture of Britt and her old friend, Leo, hugging tightly in the airport. I sighed, as there was a video too captioned "Britt Payne? A cheater?" I rolled my eyes as I opened the video. It was quite fuzzy, but you could clearly make out Britt, dropping her bags and running up to him, hugging him tightly, crying and kissing his cheek. I thought I had seen enough, so I closed the video and looked up at Liam.
His jaw was clenched tightly and he was scowling, his usually beautiful face pulled down by anger. I sighed, reaching out to smooth his brow.
"Don't be jealous. They've been best friends since.....forever....she misses her old life...." I whispered, not wanting them to get into a fight.
"Yeah. Okay." He said, still angry as he got up and went to his bunk without another word. I sighed and Zayn touched my leg.
"I'm gonna go to bed...." I whispered. He nodded, getting up as well and sitting at the table. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine. Just...worried.....is all. Go get some rest. I'm fine." He whispered. I nodded, touching his shoulder and turning to go back to Niall.