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14. Louis' Plan In Progress

14. Louis' Plan In Progress

Zayn Malik's P.O.V. :

   About half an hour later, Max had finally fallen asleep again. Louis showed up, claiming he had great news that could possibly change everything. I had questioned him, asking if this was in another of his cheesy soap operas. Apparently, asking someone about the romance show they watch, isn't a very good thing to do, considering Louis had scolded me for bringing up his likes.

   "Okay, is Max up, yet? I visited the hospital and they told me some great news," Louis says. He pulls out his portfolio. Whoa, look who's fancy. I thought that was the fanciest Louis would get, but I was proved wrong three seconds later. Louis dug his hand in his pocket, searching for something. Finally, he pulled out a pair pulled a pair of spectacles out, placing them on the bridge of his nose. I gasped. Louis hitched up an eyebrow.

   "Whoa, since when did you get some specs? Fancy, if I do say so myself," I blurt, poking Louis' side. Louis shies away, batting my hands away. He rolls his eyes, the blue settling on the documents in his hands.Louis clears his throat. Once. Twice. Three times. Before finally opening his mouth and. . .

   

   Another cough.

   Already miffed, I snatch the papers out of his hands, scanning my eyes over them. Louis doesn't seem to mind, laying back in the couch and snatching the can of Coke off the coffee table. After my eyes reached the last word on the second and last page, I put the papers on the coffee table, turning back to Louis. Louis, being the person he is, started choking on his drink. I pat his back, not really worried about his lack of air. After a moment of hacking, Louis stares at me, shaking his head in disapproval.

   "What do these have to do with anything?" I asked, gesturing towards the papers that were currently sprawled out on the coffee table. Louis coughed. I swear if he coughed once more, I would personally choke him to death. Not lying. 

   "Apparently, people on happy gas don't really remember much; like they have amnesia. But, I spoke to the pros," Louis pauses, making an okay sign with his hand. "And they say, if you tell them something, when they regain their memory, they'll most likely believe what you told them while they were on happy gas or had amnesia." I raise my eyebrows at Louis. "So, my plan is, we tell Max you and her have been dating for three years, and BAM! Instant love." Louis leans back on the couch, a satisfied look on his face.

   I rub my chin in thought, wondering if feeding lies to someone with the mentality of a four year old is a good idea. I don't want to sound rude but, Max is Max. She doesn't have any friends. No offense to Max. But then again, Max is a stone cold killer -- I think. I mean, think about it! A drug dealer, who is hotter than the equator. I bet she's tricked tons of guys only to hold a gun to their heads later.

   Now that I think about it, Max might be doing that to me. Maybe the fights her and her father have were all planned out so they can trick me. Oh, no. Sooner or later, she's gonna hold a gun to my head and threaten to pull the trigger. Or worse, she might force me to eat brownies until I die. Knowing Max, she might do that. 

   "But, Lou. This is Max. Max. She's pretty smart, even on happy gas. She actually knew the difference between scissors and garden clippers. And that's pretty smart if you ask me. So. .  Let's go wake her up and test her intelligence," I suggest, getting up from my seat. Louis slips her glasses off, hanging them on the chain of his necklace. We creep down the hallway, peeking into my bedroom, where Max slept.