Eye Opening

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Maggie's POV:

I walk into her room and suddenly wonder if this is a joke. She looks fine. Bree looks absolutely fine. "Maggie, I need to tell you-" The look on her face makes me want to tell her about Jaxson. I realize Louis is in the room, so I shoo him out. "Louis go get in the closet." "I already am." What does that mean? He leaves the room and I face Bree. "Maggie-" "JAXSON KISSED ME AND SAID HE LIKED ME, BUT I DIDN'T KISS BACK I SWEAR!" I scream. She looks unaffected, but her words say different. "This is not a good day for me." She whispers, tears springing from her eyes. "Why are you here?" I ask her. "I got hit by a car." She stops and takes a deep breath. "They took and MRI or CAT scan or something and found out," she takes another staggered breath. "I have a 6 broken ribs, a broken leg, and a couple of other things that are wrong with me."

"Oh. That sucks. What exactly happened?" "I was talking to Louis, and he told me why he didn't want to kiss you. It was... umm... interesting. I was thinking about it and not paying attention, it was my fault, but Louis thinks it's his." Oh. That's why he's here. "So... what'd he say?" I ask, highly curious. "I can't tell you." "Why not?" "Louis won't let me. He just doesn't like you that way, ok?"

Wait. "I told him to go in the closet, and he said he already was... Oh!" My brain basically starts screaming. "He doesn't like girls at all, does he?" I feel excited. It's not that he doesn't like me, it's that he doesn't like any girl! Bree looks nervously at the door. "He didn't want anyone to know. Just don't tell him that you know, okay?" I nod.

"Hey, I brought some friends over." Louis says as he pokes his head in. He walks in, followed by 4 other boys. 4 other very HOT boys. "Umm, these are my band mates. Harry, Zayn, Liam, and Niall." They all wave "Bree, I feel so bad about what happened." Louis says. Suddenly, his face turns bright red and I notice that Harry's hand is touching his; they're almost holding hands, but not quite.

Oh.

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