An Endless Rain |1D- On Hiatus|

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: McKenzie's POV

I looked at Niall, trying to see what he was thinking; trying to figure out if he was mad, or upset, or even just plain distraught. But, unfortunately, I couldn't read his face.

"Niall, please, please say something. Or do something, I don't care! Just don't hate me," I begged.

And he did something that surprised me. He hugged me. He wasn't mad- it didn't seem, at least. He seemed... Concerned. Worried. Regretful.

"Mickey," he whispered into my hair, using my childhood nickname. "I... Oh my God." I sighed shakily and nodded into his chest. "I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner. I was just scared. I'm losing my dad and I couldn't bare to lose you too," I said, my voice shaking and cracking, words heavy with regret.

"No, I get it," he said. I smiled to myself a small smile and let myself out of the warm embrace.

I turned to look at the rest of the boys. Their faces? Much like Niall's, a bit sadder, and less regretful. "It was nice to see you again," I smiled. "And I'm sorry it was on such... serious matters." "Just shut up and hug us," Lou said. I chuckled and walked closer to the lads, soon engulfed in a huge, bone crushing hug.

"We're here for you, McKenzie," Zayn promised. "Absolutely," Harry added. I smiled and thanked them before stretching my tensed muscles.

"Wait, if you don't mind me asking, how did Liam know about it?" Zayn asked. "Good question," Niall smirked. "Well, after I woke up, he had been texting me because a friend of his had seen it on the news and he knew it was me," I explained. "And then he pried the anorexia stuff from me, and once he found out, I begged him not to tell, because I needed to be the one to tell you, when I was ready."

"Makes sense," Niall nodded.

Liam looked at me with pleading eyes. I shook my head sharply, already knowing what he wanted me to do. Not yet, Liam. I'm not ready yet.

"Anyway, where were you guys heading?" I asked. "Oh, you know, just... to shop," Niall says, making up a lame excuse. "Niall James Horan, I know you're not lying to me," I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest and approaching him, while he still towers over me.

He follows my actions and looks down at me. "Maybe I am, Rain," he smirks. "But seriously, Horan, what were you gonna do?" I question. "To get Nando's," he sighed reluctantly.

"That's fun," I smiled. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me. "Just because I was anorexic doesn't mean you have to treat me differently," I said.

"Sorry," he blushed. "That's alright, Nialler!" I exclaimed dramatically.

Could I have been any stupider?

Suddenly, all eyes were on us, and gasps erupted.

"One Direction!" A girl shouted. Soon people were running in from everywhere, mobbing us.

Niall grabbed my hand and ran with me through the halls, the other boys beating us by a bit.

When we finally lost the fans, we stopped and I breathed heavily, harder then the other. "Oh." Panting. "My." Panting. "God." "You go through that everyday?"

"Not exactly," Zayn panted. "Only when someone does something to draw attention to us," he said teasingly. "I'm sorry, I'm a boisterous person!" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest childishly.

"Kenz?" Liam asked. I wiped around to look at him. "Yeah?" I asked. "You know Zayn can demolish you, right?" He asked. "He can't hit a girl," I smirked.

"That rule doesn't apply to girls themselves, though," Louis smiled deviously. "So Zayn could hit you."

We busted out laughing as Zayn fumed. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and started walking.

I pounded my fists into his back.

"Zayn Malik, you put me down or else I will cut off your ear and feed it to my llama," I huffed. Niall broke down in laughter as I smiled at the memory.

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Flashback:

"Niall James Horan, you put down that sand which and come help me," my seven-year-old self ordered. A mini, brunette Niall hopped off the stool behind the counter and came bopping out.

"What do you want, Mickey?" He asked curiously. I pointed to the picture box that my Mum stored on our top shelf. Being the short seven year old I was, I couldn't come anywhere close to reaching the box, without help, of course.

So, being the awesome best friend he was, Niall got down on his hands and knees as I propped myself up on his back. Standing on my tippy-toes, I reached up for the box. My fingers barely grazed the bottom. I puffed up my chest and reached my arm out farter. I got a firmer grasp on the bottom of the box and started tugging it forward slowly, until the box itself fell.

The box fell off and all of its contents spilled across my kitchen floor.

Pictures of me and my dad on Christmas, me and Ni at the petting zoo, Ni trying to find out neighbor, Ms. Timmerman's, cat after he let her loose while getting a football from her yard.

I lost my balnce and fell off Niall, landing on my butt. "Oh," I groaned, rubbing my bottom. "That hurt."

I looked at Niall seriously before he burst out laughing. I soon followed. And I guess we woke up my Auntie Marsha from her nap because she stormed into the kitchen, asking about the commotion.

"McKenzie Ra- Oh my gosh! What did you do!?" She exclaimed. "I needed pictures for my school repost so we tried to get them, since Mum and Dad aren't home and you were asleep," I answered.

"Oh my God, they're gonna have a fit! They'll cut my ear off and feed it to a llama, I bet you!" She exclaimed.

Gotta love Auntie Marsha.

[A/N: hey peeps! this is dedicated for FabiolaCarreno because she entered the contes! by the way, dont need anymore characters because i found a better way to make it qork with one... sorry! so yup, thats pretty much the chapter. dont know what to say... peace out, girl scouts! xx]