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Chapter 9 - Reasons We Can't Party

Chapter 9; Reasons We Can't Party

Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. :

   "MAX, you shouldn't wear that," Harry says, eyeing my outfit. The way he looks at my body looks more like a hungry look than a scolding one. He shakes his head, meeting my eyes again. "You're going to hang out with a fourteen year-old, Max. I really don't think she'd like what you're wearing."

   "I say, let her wear it!" Louis calls from the kitchen, where he's eyeing me as well. "C'mon, Harry! She looks smokin' in it!" Louis says, imitating the way the Americans spoke about someone's body. "Don't you agree, Harold?" Louis asks, walking over to us and slinging an arm around me.

   "Yes, she does look rather stunning in it, but I don't think it'd be appropriate."

   "Harry," Louis says, looking him dead in the eye. "The girl was wearing a crop top with her belly button pierced!" Louis exclaims. "Max isn't even showing tummy! She's wearing a bra-like-shirt-thing and high waist shorts. I think she looks hot," Louis shrugs, walking off towards the living room.

    "Who even picked your cl -- Goddammit, Niall," Harry says, rubbing his forehead. I grin. "Anyway," Harry says, trying to keep his eyes on my face. "You seriously have to redye your hair or something. It's not even blonde anymore. Well, the tips are but it looks like you just dip-dyed them." Harry states, twirling the wavy strands at the back of my waist. 

   "Whatever, Harold!" I call, walking back upstairs. Niall is kneeling in my closet, looking through the junk at the bottom. "What have you decided for my shoes, Nialler, baby?" I ask, cooing at his serious face and pinching his red cheeks. Niall turns around, swatting my hands away from him.

   "Well, I thought that these white high tops would look good on you," Niall shrugs, handing me a white pair of Supras that don't look too feminine. I check the tag. And sure enough, it has a big fat M plastered on it. "Before you say anything, yes, they're male shoes. Liam got me the wrong size so I bought a pair my size and told him I liked them."

   I nod, sliding the shoes onto my feet. I pull the suspenders up from my sides and over my shoulders. "How do I look?" I ask, doing a quick twirl in my shoes. I feel my hair bounce around my shoulders. I glance at Niall, raising my eyebrows.

   "Beautiful," Niall mumbles, shaking his head. He sends me a lazy smile. "Hot."

   "Alright," I say, still a little weary. I hear a car honk. "I think that's them<" I say, taking a peek outside. "Well, bye, Niall." I say, rushing to grab my cell phone. I give Niall a quick peck on the cheek before rushing out. "Bye, Lou-Lou," I say pecking his temple. He nods, continuing to eat his cereal. "Bye, Harry," I call out, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as well. "Bye, Li," I say, hugging him.

   "Wait, what?" He calls after me. I stop at the door, raising an eyebrow. Liam flails his arms around wildly. "Everyone else gets kisses except for me?" He cries. "What? That's not fair!" Liam cries, jutting out his bottom lip. I sigh, trudging over to him and kissing his cheek as well. Liam laughs, throwing me over his shoulder.

   I shriek. "Liam! Put me down! I have business to attend to!" I cry, hitting my fists against his back. Liam continues laughing, running through the house. "Liam!" I whine, feeling his hands tighten on my thighs. I turn to the last option I have, deciding against it but then just going with the flow.