Criminal VS. Criminal || мαℓιк

24. I bet the Old Max Wouldn't. . .

24. I bet the Old Max Wouldn't. . .

   "What the fuck did you do to her?"

   Was the last thing I managed to process before Liam rudely slammed me against the wall. He held me by the collar, staring at me with fierce brown eyes. Let's get real, he looks like a puppy. Behind him, Louis, Harry, and Niall stood with the same expression as Liam; beyond pissed.

   "Do to who? If it was that one chick, I swear nothing --" I was soon cut off my Louis' booming voice.

   "Not whoever that is, idiot! Max! What did you do to Max? She's been smoking again, drinking, and won't wear anything lighter than purple. What kind of  drug did you use on her?" Louis growled as Liam tightened his grip on my jacket collar. 

   Oh. So the good girl finally went bad again? It's flattering to know I can make girls change for the better or better. Yeah, that's right. You heard me. It wasn't a bad change, but a good one. Besides, these boys can't stay mad at me for more than two days. Well, Niall and Louis can't. Let's face reality; I'm fucking adorable. 

   "I think it's pretty sweet."

   I did not have time to register what was happening before I felt a strong hand become best friends with my face. And it wasn't an instant bond either. Niall's hand became attached to my face in a matter of seconds. It was rude, to say the least, that his peasant hand actually touched my million-dollar cheekbones. 

   "Don't you fucking dare say that, Malik! Our Maxy has stopped being the colorful person she is and won't even touch anything she used to! The kids at her art class don't even want to go anymore because she's acting like a total bitch. Most of them have dropped out already, and, I don't know if you're aware, but that money basically pays for Max's flats and clothes and food and everything else!" Niall shouted, swinging his fist back again. 

   Before he could touch my supermodel cheek bones, Harry grabbed his fist, calming him down. See, the cheeky chap I hardly know can't hurt such an adorable person like me. "Niall, don't waste your time on him. You're hands are delicate," Harry soothed, risking a glance at me. "Let me do it instead!" He said before lunging at me. Liam, who still held me by the collar, attempted to block Harry while Louis also gripped Harry's back. 

   See, too adorable.

   "Lads, let's just leave him at that. Max has another date with this idiot. She'll be out of her flat in a minute. Let's leave," Louis said, pulling Liam away and tugging the rest down the hallway. Oh, Louis. You haven't changed one bit. As their backs disappeared down the hallway, I heard them ramble on about how gorgeous and charming I am. As much as I loved the compliments, I wanted them to shut up. There's this thing called shut-the-fuck-up-cakes. I think they'd really like it. It comes in chocolate flavor.

   At that moment, Max stepped out of the door, grinning madly. Her untamed blonde hair had brown roots at the top. Her black acid print jeans clung tightly to her everlasting long legs. Her black low cut top hung loosely over her upper body. Her black Chuck Taylors were loose on her feet. With the three steps she took towards me, you could hear an angel falling in her path. It was hot.