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Chapter 11 - Full of Zayn

Chapter 11; Full of Zayn

Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. :

   "Jesus Christ, Max. What kind of sorcery did you use to get us here?" Louis asks, climbing into the black car that they had yet to notice wasn't ours. "Seriously, we left California two hours before your meeting. How?" Louis exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning onto Liam. I roll my eyes, starting up the car and heading out of the banquet hall. Perrie and I had really hit it off. She was kind and quite hilarious as well. Reminds me of myself.

[I went back and changed the amount of time just because everyone was complaining on how it wasn't possible. This is a fictional story. My characters have the right to be as fast as road runners. LOL keep reading.]

   "Are you guys really that stupid?" I ask, There's a silence in the back and beside me as we drive through the roads. I sigh. "Seriously, do you guys really wanna know?" There are groans from behind. "Wow, okay. While you were all busy sleeping, I'd driven us to the airport and we took my private jet there, okay."

   "How?!" Liam exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "I would have most definitely felt if someone carried me into a plane and we actually moved!" Liam is glancing at everyone to make sure he isn't going crazy. But he probably is. 

   "Niall fell asleep over Texas, that's why he thought we were driving over it. We all know how Niall has that weird sense of knowing exactly where he is."

   "Max, shut up." I raise an eyebrow at Harry. "I refuse to believe you until further evidence is revealed. For my name isn't Styles." Harry pauses, sliding on a pair of Ray Bans that were in his carry-on. "Harry Styles." There's a high pitched groan from the back.

   "Harry, seriously!" Louis cries. "We talked about this!" Louis reaches over, snatching the glasses away from Harry. Harry whines, turning in his chair to face Louis. He reaches his hands out for him but Louis throws it over to Niall. Niall puts them on. Even thought we're inside.  And it's night. 

   Niall catches me staring and I guess he's suddenly become some mind reading wizard because he says, "Because I look goddamn cool." And fixes the collar on his white button-up. I sigh and turn into the airport we'd taken here and back. 

   I hear Harry do his usual "Heeeeeey," and some more rustling before Harry turns back around and oh shit. He's wearing his glasses again. "Niall isn't the only one who looks goddamn cool. Because I'm Styles. Harry - Heeeeey!" Harry exclaims, turning back around. Since we're stopped in a parking space, he takes his belt off and reaches out for Louis again. "Gimme my glasses!" He cries.

   "Okay, we're here." I get out of the car and make sure all the boys are out before I lock the doors. "Everyone shut up and look formal."

   "Says the girl who burps the ABC's in her sleep."

   "Mr. Payne, I did not ask for your opinion on this."

   "Miss Chase, can we get home and sleep because I am knackered."

   "Oh!" Niall exclaims, snapping his fingers at Liam. "Thanks for reminding me, Liam. That word is supposed to be on my test next week! Knackered, exhausted or very tired," Niall says, his voice void of any emotion and sort of sounding like the stupid GPS on the car back in California. I hate that voice.