You Can't Stop Love

Back to the Drawing Board

Maggie's POV:

"Maggie!" An annoying voice shouts through my new apartment, or should I say OUR new apartment. I'm being forced to move in with Phillip, and so far, it's torture.

"What?" I shout back. An overly happy Phillip appears in what will be our living room, an annoying grin on his face. Everything about him is annoying. His hair, his clothes, his shoes.. everything. I hate him, and now I'm supposed to sleep in the same bed as him? No way. Absolutely, positively no. I will not do it.

"I'm just so happy you chose me." He replies, touching my nose. I didn't choose you, smart one. My dad did. Unfortunately, I don't have enough courage to say that. "Don't touch me." There's just enough hostility in my voice to let him know I don't want this, but he doesn't look hurt. He actually looks amused. "Whatever." He grumbles. That's the most disrespectful thing I've heard him say all day, and I sigh in relief. I don't even tell him when I decide to go visit Bree in the hospital. I just take his keys and leave in his cherry red Ferrari.

Once I get there, I meet Louis in the lobby. Now that I know what's up with him, we're pretty good friends. "The boys are all upstairs." He says, then he returns back to his discussion with a nurse. I take the elevator, and go to the room. Sure enough, the boys are in there, and something erupts in my stomach. The blonde one.

His eyes are locked on mine, and he's all I can see. His dyed blonde hair with the brown roots, his ocean colored eyes, his light pink lips, his- oh my. His muscles. We stare at each for what seems like an eternity before he smiles. I find that I was already smiling, he was simply returning it. Bree looks amused, as do the rest of the boys. The curly one pokes Him in the stomach, and blondie blushes and mutters a quick, "Shut up." to the boys. I can't help but laugh as his cheeks turn a lovely shade of bright red. It really goes with his pale skin.