Niall is completely cured of his illness but I am still weak from it. I can't run especially with my torn and damaged body. We arrive at the airport that's closed just for us and I am sat in a wheelchair.
"Hurry!" Harry yells at us from ahead. "Our flight is going to leave!"
"We're going as fast as we can!" Niall yells from behind my wheelchair. He slips on the glossy floor and he grasps my chair in hope of it catching him. Unfortunately because of my light weight, the chair flips and I somersault on top of him.
My face smashed against his chest and we gigged. I listened to his slow heart beat until arms swooped me up and we began to run again. We got to our gate, gave the man our tickets and got onto the plane.
Before I knew it we began to roll onto the runway. My eyes lit up with fear and excitement. I gripped his soft hands tightly and he shot me a questionable look.
"What is it?" He asked as I smiled cowardly. "What?! Have you never been on a plane before?" He questioned.
I shook my head no as I watched the pavement race by. I felt a jolt and yelped. All the boys laughed and I shut my eyes. Niall pulled me close to him and I opened my eyes slowly with a scared look about me.
"Hey! Hey. It's okay. You're okay babe. I love you. Okay?"
Did he just say 'I love you'? It's such a strong saying. But I can feel that he really does. I begin to kiss him and in between each one, I say I. Love. You. Too. I've said those words about a million times but it's never felt this good.
As we listen to music, I begin to doze off and the dreams begin. I toss, turn, and moan as I'm being shaken. I can't wake up. The dream consists of myself in an all white area and there is a dark figure approaching me. I am trying to run but a part of my body goes limp every few seconds. The figure is still following and I fall to the ground. It begins to strip me like a thief viciously searching a woman's purse.
I am sitting in my seat crying and almost screaming when I finally wake up with Niall's hands cupped around my wet cheeks.
"I...I'm so sorry." I whisper while gasping for air. "It was just a dream."
Niall doesn't say anything. He just unbuckles me and puts me into his lap. I love him and that's all I need to know. I rest my head on his chest and his nice shirt soaks up my makeup filled tears but he doesn't move. He just holds me and falls asleep on me.
We land and exit the airport sleepily. They wheel me to the limo and we go on our way to the hotel and are escorted to our room. I sleep on the couch and the boys sleep in their own beds. After I fall asleep I have the same dream as before. I scream in my sleep and someone comes to comfort me. He cuddles me and I realize that it doesn't smell like Niall. I push away and sit up in my bed.
"Oh my god Harry!" I exclaim as quietly as possible. "Get out!"
"Please don't tell anyone about this. McKenzie please!" He pleaded.
"No. No!" I yell. "I've got to get out of here." I mumble to myself.
I walk out of the room and into the lobby. Fans begin to scream, paparazzi snap pictures. "NO!" I scream covering my face. I'm crying and look like shit. I'm not wearing a bra or pants. What are they gonna do with these pictures. Harry runs out to see all the mess.
I'm a nervous wreck and I run away to the public restroom on the main floor. And now here I am, curled up on the toilet crying. I can't have Niall find me. I'd have to tell him everything. I can't risk Harry and his friendship. What am I going to do?
