Breakeven-Max Schneider Fanfic!

Chapter 16

Laying on the roof of my house after the funeral, I look back on how I acted. I cried very little, prayed a lot, said a few words, all without running out. Max came by while I was gone and left me a note, asking me to meet him later so we can talk.

I had planned to go grocery shopping after the funeral but my family's friends kept bringing food and soon there was no room in my fridge for anything else.

I sigh, sliding down to my room, trying to decide whether I should go meet Max or not. He said to meet him at a small coffee shop called 'Wake!' as in 'Wake up!' The cups are super colorful. There's neon, rainbow, regular. And they have a cute little cloud with the sun sleeping on it as the logo. The cups aren't the only thing that are amazing. The drinks are out of this world!

I hop inside my room and walk over to my closet, grabbing a red knee length pencil skirt, a black ruffle blouse and the heels I wore to the funeral. I also grab my black clutch, with all of my stuff left in it from the funeral. I head towards the bathroom, ready for a nice hot shower. I groan as I hear someone knck n the door. I begrudgingly go answer it, gasping when I see Zayn and the boys.

"Surp-I'm sorry, we must have the wrong house.." Zayn says backing away as he sees my new hair.

"Nope." I say and watch as confusion floods their features.

"That can't be Colette. Colette as brown hair." Harry says quietly and I sigh.

"Ever heard of hair dye?" I ask sarcastically.

"That's Colette." Zayn says, smirking.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, letting Zayn pull me into a hug.

"We have a charity concert in a few days and the boys wanted to meet you so we came early." Zayn explains, nodding at the boys.

"Well its a lovely surprise. Although its at a rather odd time." I say looking at my watch.

"Yeah, we kinda had to stop for-"

"Niall?" I ask, smirking.

"How'd you know?" Niall asks, blushing lightly.

"Hey, just because I'm Zayn's cousin doesn't mean I don't like the band. I mean, come on, I have Twitter." I scoff, jokingly.

"So you're a fan?" Harry asks, smirking.

"If by fan, you mean a Directioner, then no." I say then hear a loud gasp as Louis steps out from behind the boys.

"How dare she." He says, and I giggle unaware of his seriousness

"W-What?" I ask, confused.

"You should be one of our biggest fans." He says, offendedly.

"Well considering Zayn never even *asked* about my career." I say, glaring at my cousin and he looks away sheepishly.

I open the door, realizing I never let them in.

"Well, I'm meeting someone soon and I need a shower. There's food I'm the fridge, don't eat it all. The only room off limits is my room. I will chop off your balls in your sleep if you go I'm there." I say seriously, grabbing my stuff, which I set down before I opened the door.

"Yes ma'am." Zayn says mockingly and I glare a him.

"I'm serious, Malik. You or any of your friends touch my stuff and you won't have kids." I say, walking towards the bathroom.

I start singing along to the music that's playing quietly from my phone. All throughout the shower I'm singing whatever comes on Pandora.

I get out and slip into my clothes, using my curling iron to make cute little ringlets in my hair that frame my face. I put a medium sized ring of eyeliner around my eyes and coat my eyelashes in mascara, putting on my old vintage purple glasses. I walk out and Zayn stops me immediately.

"Makeup, off." He says pushing me back towards the bathroom.

"No." I say, pushing back.

"Colette you don't need that much makeup on." He says, almost whining.

"Its not your decision." I say, rolling my eyes.

"You look like you're twenty instead of seventeen." He argues, slightly annoyed.M

"So I'm fashionable and I wear makeup. I can look like a twenty year old because: one, I actlike I'm twenty and two I'm in college like a twenty year old." I argue, becoming angry.

"But you're not. You're seventeen." He says and Harry walks out, his jaw dropping when he sees me. I feel my cheeks flush and watch as Zayn covers my body with his, glaring at Harry. I sneak towards the door, easing it open and sighing when I make it out.

I hold my heels in my hands, walking quickly down the road, hoping to make it to 'Wake!' before the guys realize I'm gone.