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17. Boys Day Out

17. Boys Day Out

Louis Tomlinson's P.O.V. : (#Fangirling)

   "Okay, now that Max is out of the way, we need to discuss the plan more thoroughly," Zayn said, standing in front of Niall and I. We nodded in sync, waiting for Zayn to explain the rest of the plan. A yawn escaped Niall's lips. Watching him yawn made me want to yawn. Not a second later, Zayn yawned. This caused Niall to yawn again. The me. Then Zayn. Then when Niall was about to yawn, Zayn stopped him. "Okay! We'll talk about the plan later! We should have a day to relax. Have you noticed Max made us carry all her stuff into her apartment?"

   And so, that was how we ended up in Zayn's car. The car ride was filled with serious discussion, which shouldn't and wouldn't leave the car. It all started with the simple question Niall has asked. "So what nicknames would you give Max?"

   "Boo boo kitty fuck?" I suggested, toying with the radio until a decent song came on. I looked out the window, rolling it down a bit. As we came to a stop at a busy street, waiting for the light to turn green, I caught sight of a homeless man walking around with a sign. I whistled, catching his attention. He waddled over, his jacket protecting him from the early February weather. I pulled a five dollar bill out of my pocket, handing it to him with a smile. "Have a good day."

   "Don't tell me what to do," He grunted, waddling off. Talk about rude. I rolled the window back up, mumbling to myself. To my right, Zayn was shaking with laughter. Behind me, Niall was doing the exact same thing. I crossed my arms over my chest, grunting.

   "I'm upset now." 

   "Why? Because what the man said?" Zayn asked. Well what else mother hugger?

   "No, because it's humid," I sarcastically replied. Niall and Zayn oh'd, nodding their heads. Are people really that stupid nowadays? "Well, of course 'cause of that! Y'know what? Can we pull over at Taco Bell for some burritos?" I asked.

   "Why don't we head to that Mexican restaurant instead? Burritos are just shy tacos. . ." Niall shrugged. I face palmed myself, dragging it down my face. Zayn agreed with Niall. Remind me to hang out with people my age. We're all one year apart, but I swear, these lads are just a bunch of idiots. 

   "How about we just eat at the mall or wherever we're going?" Zayn suggested. We all agreed. To both things. The mall and the food. And it seemed to go well, considering we arrived at the mall without crashing. I don't doubt Zayn's driving skills but with Niall in the backseat asking if we're their yet, I pray for us all. Finally, we stepped onto the mall parking lot, where Niall claimed he was starving and made puppy eyes. Zayn snapped and grabbed Niall by the collar. "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" He shouted, taking a magazine out of the car, rolling it up and smacking Niall's back with it. After that, Niall shut up.

   We walked through the parking lot, catching the attention of the many females chilling by their cars. And I'm not gonna lie; we looked pretty damn sexy. Looked, as in past tense. Yup. Our cool vibe seemed to stop when a piece of loitered paper flew up and smacked me across the face. Everything went downhill from their.

   "Ah, shit! I'm blind!" I shrieked, scratching at my face, where the paper had claimed a home and it's next victim. Niall tried pulling the paper off, and he did. Until it smacked him across the face as well. Zayn face palmed, pulling the paper off his face and crumbling it up. We managed to sneak out of the parking lot without any of the ladies noticing. 

   "I'm surprised you're still our friend. Especially since we embarrass you so much," Niall said after a while. I nodded, looking at the tan boy who walked without a doubt in the world. Zayn sighed turning around to face us. Niall looked like an innocent puppy who take a crap on the carpet right then. I swear, he has this good technique.

   "I'm not gonna lie; you two are idiots. But you're the only people, besides Max, who actually like me for me. Y'know what they say, fries before guys." And that's how Zayn's emotional speech took an unexpected turn. "Wait, no. Pals before gals. Or is food before dudes? No, bros before hoes! Yeah, let's stick with that."

    We made it into the food court, each of us separating. Well, except me and Niall. Zayn wanted some pizza but Niall and I headed to the Nando's stall. The girl behind the counter was continuously trying to flirt with us, until finally, I had enough and snapped. Niall seemed to be having the same thoughts.

   "Oh my god, I'm bisexual! No, I'm gay!" I shouted in her face, pulling Niall towards me. "What the heck if wrong with you? Oh my God, I'm calling your manager!" I sassed. Niall's middle finger made a special appearance before she scampered away. Finally, we managed to get our food, walking towards the table Zayn was sitting at. 'Thanks, Nialler. You can be my gay-fake-boyfriend." I smiled. Zayn dropped his slice of pizza. "Long story," I mumbled, taking a seat across him.

   "Hey, Niall, can we share some of your chicken?" Zayn asked, changing the subject. Niall looked around the whole food court, confused. Well, Zayn and I were confused as well. Finally, Niall looked at Zayn, pointing at his own chest. He mouthed the word Me? Zayn nodded. Niall's eyes widened.

    "What's this sharing word you speak of?" 

   "Never mind. . ." Zayn trails off, looking down at his pizza. Suddenly, two girls sit in the table beside us, their conversation loud and interesting.

   "Don't act like you don't know! I know damn right you slept with my boyfriend!" One shouts, catching our attention. We crane our heads to look at them. "I can not believe you had the nerve to, the lie straight to my face!"

    "Holy shit, I'm gonna go get some popcorn. . ." Niall whispered, jumping from his seat and heading towards the popcorn stand. Moments later he returned with three small bags of popcorn, handing each of us one. We munched as we watched the scenario before us. 

   "Like you actually like him! We all know you're just using him for the pleasure!"

    "Oh you shut up! I'm the dirty whore here!"

   "Damn, she told you!" Zayn exclaimed, catching their attention. We all went quiet, staring back and forth at each other. Smooth, Zayn. Finally, one of them fixed their hair, putting on a fake smile. They whisper amongst each other before continue their banter. 

    "Well, you should say sorry next time so we could spend time with these lovely boys, yeah?" One says in the most fake voice ever. As they turn to face us, it's too late. We've already made a bee line to the nearest store.

    Away from them.

~*~

   After a while, we took hostage in one of the open and unused security rooms, where we heard a mysterious munching. I decided to find out, since I was the oldest one in the group, therefore the most mature and fearless. 

   "I got Zayn's D. You can all suck it, bitches!" 

   And that is how you see if someone is in the room. Take notes. Someone spun around the wheeled chair, facing me with an amused expression. Max. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. She smirked standing up. Then her face went serious.

   "Max is confused. Is this an invitation or. . .?" Max trailed off. 

   Although I don't have any feelings for her, I have to admire Max for her wit; so sassy. The girl is probably one of the funniest I've ever met. But her sentence made me think things through a bit more clearly.

   "Are you saying you'd be willing enough to do it?" I shot back. 

   Beside me, Zayn turned bright red. Niall muffled his laughter before nudging Zayn's side. Max tapped her chin in thought, looking off into the distance. Her hazel eyes flitted back over to me, meeting my own. 

   "If you're okay with it."

   A little bit cheeky and sassy. We could be related.

~*~

Picture on side is just a little joke between my friend and I.  Haha.  I want to keep the story's finny vibe going but I also want things to start getting serious between Max and Zayn. So, enjoy! x