This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Talk to her-69

A/n- But I always will remember.....you were my summer love. You always will be my summer love.

-Mackenzie's POV-
I watched as Liam paced back and forth. He was on the phone with Harry, as they had just seen Kendall....Liam had asked Harry to call him once they had found out more. I was only trying to pick out bits and pieces of their conversation.
"She what?!?! Oh no. Really? Where's Louis?" Liam rambled. He nodded and I looked at Niall. He looked up at me from his phone, smiling at me and turning the phone so I could see it. I smiled when I saw he was going through old pictures of us. Oh the memories. I smiled, biting my lip as I grabbed his phone from him, looking at all the pictures of us he kept back from when we first started dating.
"You kept all these?" I asked, watching him turn his snapback backwards. He smiled and nodded, pointing to my neck.
"You kept that." He said, motioning to the sparkly N necklace still hanging down off my neck. I smiled and felt the small little letter with my fingers.
"It's the only thing I had." I whispered. He smiled leaning over the table to kiss my lips slowly. I smiled into the kiss and didn't break it until Liam cleared his throat. We sprung apart and looked up at him.
"How is Kendall?" I asked.
"Is she okay?" Niall asked.
"Is she alive?" Zayn asked. We all bombarded Liam with our worried questions and he waved his hands, throwing them above his head.
"Calm down please. One at a time." He advised.
"Is she okay?" Zayn asked first, in a hushed voice. Liam sighed, running a hand through his usually perfect hair. Honestly, I don't know how these boys did it. My hair looks a mess right now.....
"She's...alive. She lost....a lot....and I mean a lot of blood Harry said. He talked to the doctor and...she has an okay chance of making it out of this. George....umm....murdered her mother...... Harry's sure she'll make it out alive though.......Right now......she's in a coma." He stated, trying to stop his voice from shaking. It didn't work. I heard Zayn suck in a deep breath of air. Both me and Niall looked at him as he dropped his head into his hands and shook his head before getting up and leaving the room, going to his bunk. Niall started to get up, but I shook my head gently, getting up instead. He frowned, so I kissed his head on the way and a worried Liam on the cheek as well. Slowly, I pulled back the curtain which separated the living and bunking areas and pulled it shut behind me, walking over to Zayn's bunk. I heard the unmistakable sound of his crying and bit my lip, closing my eyes and looking down at the floor.
"Zayn?" I asked slowly as I pulled the curtain back. He was rocking himself back and forth, tears streaming down his face quickly. I slipped into the dimly lit bunk. He had Christmas lights going around it, adding a bit of a glow, which I quite liked. He scooted over to the side, leaving room for me to sit next to him. I crossed my legs underneath me and gently put my hand on his knee, unsure what to do.
"She's.....l...like my sister Mack.......I...c..can't lose her too....." he mumbled, shaking his head violently. I gulped at the nickname. No one has called me that for.....awhile. Though...I don't know why....
"I know...I know....." I whispered,pulling him in for a tight hug. "She'll be okay." I whispered again, rubbing his back and messing with his long, dark hair.
"Why does everything happen t..to us.....it's like...s..someone hates us or something...." he cried, gripping onto my hair. I sighed and gently pulled back. He was still running my long, curly hair through his fingers, feeling it.
"Don't say that. It'll get better. Soon....." I promised. He sighed, wiping his face and shaking his head.
"I can't stand being in this anymore Mack.....it's....it's...too much for me..." he whispered. My heart fell and I looked at him in alarm.
"What do you mean?" I inquired, obviously confused.
"Being in the band..." He whispered. I gulped and put my hand on his.
"I know....just.....finish the tour and.....it'll be okay. Just......gosh. I don't know." I stammered over my words.
"I know......I'm trying. Really I am. But....it's gotten to be too much....." He whispered. I nodded slowly, hugging him tightly again, moving my thumb over the back of his shoulder.
"I know......." I whispered, pulling away from our hug. "What are you doing today ....Niall and I were going to go out and go for lunch or something.......I'd like it if you'd come....." I offered gently. He sighed, shifting his legs so they rested underneath him.
"Nah...I don't want to do that...." he replied, looking slightly like he actually wanted to go with us.
"C'mon Zayn. You wouldn't be the third wheel. I promise. I want you to come. So does Niall...." I begged. He smiled sadly, twisting his hands in his lap nervously.
"I don't know...if I should....." he whispered. I shook my head.
"Nonsense!" I declared. "You're coming. We're leaving in about an hour." I said. He nodded quietly, his eyes looking quite sad and sunken in. Like he hadn't had a wink of sleep in years.
"Oh...okay...."he said quietly, shifting in his bunk. I slid my legs out of the bunk and stood, bumping into Niall as I did so. He looked slightly worried and.....tired. He's always tired now.