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26. You Meddling Kids

26. You Meddling Kids

Louis Tomlinson's P.O.V. :

   "Okay, this has gone on enough!" I said, watching as Max and Zayn stormed in two separate directions. Not only did it make a scene, but they went the wrong way. Max's home is the way Zayn walked and Zayn's car drove in from the way Max left. These two idiots are exactly alike but they just don't realize. "We need to do something to get them together!"

   "But, Lou, how are we supposed to do that?" Liam questions, tossing my now grassy sandwich in the trash bag we brought. I raise an eyebrow, pushing him farther into the question. Liam sighs. "They're both stubborn and have egos bigger than all of ours combined. And that's just one of their's. How?"

   "I don't know. All I do know, is that we need to get them together!" I exclaim. 

   "Louis is right, guys. We need to get them together. It's not just good for them; it would be good for all of us," Harry adds, nodding his head. His chocolate curls bounce on his head. They almost look like chocolate Twizzler's. From the corner of my eye, I can see Niall thinking the same thing. He licks his lips.

   "Especially Max. She's done so much for us," I say, striking up a speech. "Harry, when your hamster died last month, who threw it out for you?" I ask.

   "Liam."

   "Exactly!" I say. "Dani, who covered for you when you broke your ankle and couldn't dance?

   "Rosie."

   "And Niall. Who held you when Nemo was taken?" I ask.

   "Eleanor and Harry."

   "That's right!" I yell, catching the attention of near passing people. I make a fist and slap it into my open palm, trying to get the point through. "And if we could all just pretend that it was Max, this could solve everything!"

   "Come on, guys. She has it bad," Harry agreed. "I mean, it could be worse. She could have a jerky dad and a jerky soon-to-be-boyfriend."

   Our attention flickers to Harry, who is oblivious to his words. The girls glare at Harry, piercing them with their beady eyes. Man, girls can be real scary. Harry's innocent face causes me to return my attention back to the problem at hand. Something about his green eyes reminds me of Max's hazel-green ones.

   "So we got the plan?"

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   "Thank you, boys," I say, walking into the room. I take the clipboard Niall was holding, gesturing for Liam to close the door. He does. Harry flicks the lights on. I cringe as I find Max's body on the floor. Her hands are tied behind her back. Her ankles are tied together. To top it off, there's black tape over her mouth. 

   I must admit, I did picture the plan a little smoother than this. 

   "Take the tape off," I order. Harry ascends towards Max, quickly ripping the tape off. Max yawns, stretching her cheeks out. "Alright, girl, listen up." Max sits up, staring at me with bored eyes. "I'll let you go only if you can dance like me."

   "Bring it, Tomlinson."

   We momentarily untie Max, allowing her to stretch out. Liam hits the play button on the stereo, filling the room with music. Max and I wait for the words to the song to come on, eyeing each other done. This bitch is going down hard. 

"Don't make me snap my fingers in a Z-formation,

Hip rotation,

Booty sensation.

Elbow, elbow,

Wrist, Wrist,

Snap, snap,

Kiss, kiss."

   We quickly move along to the song,  sweating as if we're wearing woolly mammoth coats. By the end of the song, we're both drenched in sweat. Panting and out of breath, we manage to high-5 each other. We each take a seat somewhere in the room, the boys sitting with me. 

   "Okay, Ms. Chase, we are here to interview you on some... things," Liam trails off, leaning back in the chair. Max nods for us to continue. "Question One comes from a boy in Ireland by the name of Niall Horan. Niall, what Niall have to say?" Liam asks, turning to him.

   "Niall asks, what do you look for in a guy?" Niall says, talking in third person.

   "I'd say, sweet but dangerous. That's the only question I'm answering until you tell me what this is for." Max crosses her arms over her chest.

   "You heard her, lads! We have enough information. Pink Fire-Spitting Unicorns of Fury, roll out!" Harry exclaims, shooting up. He stands up so fast, his chair falls back. We all rush towards the door before I stop them.

   "Who said that was our group name?" I ask. Harry shrugs. I brush it off, making a mental note to think of a group name for us. As we hustle out of them room, I hear Max call out to us. She sounds distant but clear enough for me to make out.

   "Don't meddle in someone's business!"

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Sorry for the wait, I've been really busy lately, not to mention lazy. Enjoy x