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22. Families and Personalities

22. Families and Personalities

   "So Mr. Malik, you're sponsoring Comic Relief's Red Nose Day this year, am I right?" The interviewer asked. 

   "Yes, you are right. I'm donating half a million pounds to Comic Relief," Zayn smiled, earning an annoying awe from the crowd. He said two sentences. TWO SENTENCES. I don't see why that deserves an awe. I mean, had anyone even paid attention to the cute toddler sitting in the front row? He's adorbs, why doesn't he get a whole bunch of awe's? Especially since the camera momentarily settled on him before focusing on Zayn Malik. Why isn't anyone awing for the cute toddler? Am I the only sane person on Earth?

   "Yes, you are right," I mimicked in a whiny voice, rocking my head left to right. 

   "Max?"

   My head whirled around, recognizing the innocent voice of my Irish muffin. He had a bag of Nando's in his hand, setting it on the coffee table and looking at me with a worried expression. I flicked my thumb up to indicate that I was alright and me making fun of famous rich men should not worry his cute little head. But I guess I wasn't all that convincing because Niall plopped down on the seat next to me. Whoa, I was saving that for Louis. But then, BOOM! His butt is suddenly sitting there. 

   "Niall, I'm fine."

   "Last time I checked, imitating famous rich guys that can sue you, is not what I would consider, 'fine.'" Niall said, quoting and unquoting the last word. 

   I'm really starting to wonder if Niall has some sort of lie detector embedded into his brain, because he always seems to know when I am lying. One time, I tried on super skinny jeans and tried going around saying I was okay and my legs were in fact breathing. Niall's lie detector sensed it and made me wear joggers for the rest of the week, considering my legs weren't circulating any blood anymore. In conclusion, Niall should be working for the police and not at the cafe he works at. 

   "What's up?" Niall asks, getting all brotherly on me. Whoa, I asked for a best friend, not a brother. 

   "It's just, I'm getting real tired of Zayn's sudden appearance. I mean, just last month, if you asked him who his friends were, he'd answer Justin Bieber and Adele. And now, suddenly it's Niall Horan and Maxxon Chase. I have a feeling he's just here to get publicity on how he's 'down to earth.' He's using us; I know it," I said, folding my arms over my chest. 

   "Max, he may be using you, but that's because your pretty darn sexy. He's hardly talked to Louis and I. The guy still has eyes for you, Maxy. You better give 'em what he wants," Niall winked, nudging my side. I rolled my eyes, huffing. 

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's this I hear about Max giving guys what they want? How come no one told me about this? I would have signed up for the next three weeks!" Louis exclaimed, walking through my front door. Well, ding-dong to you too, Louis. I'm glad you care about my privacy. Louis took a seat beside me, slinging an arm around my spot on the couch. "I have taught you how to use a condom, right?"

   "Stop being obnoxious," I said, pushing him aside.

   "Louis. . ." Niall started.

   "What? She's too young to have a baby!" Lou said, shrugging his shoulders.

   "Oh my God, just stop talking!" I shrieked as I slapped his cheek, turning it bright red. He squinted, making me scream because I knew what usually comes after that. He hurled himself at me, and we both landed on the floor. I fell on my stomach, screaming for mercy. He straddled my back, taking his shoes off. Oh damn, craps about to get real, folks.