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Chapter 15 - Max, the Home Counselor

Chapter 15; Max, the Home Counselor
Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. :


"Seriously, Niall. If Harry damaged my brain, I'll never be able to leave out home again. Ever." I groan, complaining again. I hold the ice pack to my forehead and swing my legs. Niall's making tea by the stove, listening to me complain.


"Luckily," Niall begins, taking the mug and bringing it over to me. "You hardly leave home now. So if you do get brain damage, you won't really know what you're missing out on anyway." Niall chuckles at the scowl I throw over to him. "Just sayin', Maxy."


"I'm still going to work tomorrow," I state. I take the mug Niall handed me, stirring it with my spoon.


"Okay, let's go over what happens if anyone tries to kidnap you," Niall says.


"I make myself throw up."


"That's right, kid. Man," Niall says, wiping the nonexistent tears away from his eyes. "I've taught you so well." I roll my eyes. "Anyway, I've gotta head over to the science museum. Gotta meet a girl," Niall winks.


"Give up the facade, Niall. You told the chick that you run the mall downtown! You work in at the coffee shop in the mall."


"Everyone just assumes I'm the owner because I showed up in a suit the day after the CEO Meeting. Who am I to ruin someone's dream?" Niall says, placing a hand over his heart. "Besides, I was not wearing the suit when she saw me! I literally just said, 'I have a job.' And she was like, flipping her shit," Niall says, slipping on some shoes.


"Jerk," I say, tugging Niall in for a hug. Niall hugs me back and rocks us back and forth. I press a kiss to the corner if his lips, feeling my face hear up a little. Thank god I got a tan. Us Brits tend to look like fucking tomatoes when we blush. No matter what skin color you have, as long as you're a Brit, you're a tomato.


The house is kind of silent after Niall leaves. Well, that is until our walking stereo machine appears.


"I came in like a wreeeeeeeeecking ball!" Louis exclaims, bumping me with his tummy. Or where it's supposed to be. I practically fly across the room when the ball under Louis' shirt bumps into my side. "I never hit so hard in love!" Louis continues, jumping on me. Due to the yoga ball stuffed into his shirt, he ends up bouncing off and onto the floor. There's a silence before he continues. "All I wanted was to break your walls!"


"All you ever did was wreck me!" I turn my head to find Harry at the top of the stairs with another ball stuffed into his shirt. I watch as they stretch their arms towards each other. They're actually reaching their hands over me just to reach each other.


"Okay, that is enough!" I exclaim, breaking the connection they almost had. "You two need to get your shit together and stop destroying our whole house!" I say, dusting my legs. I take the yoga balls away from the boys, walking towards the porch. I throw them into the shed.


"Heeeeeey!" Harry whines, watching as I stuff the key back onto the key hook. "We were just playing around, Maxy!" I flick Harry's forehead, earning a squeaky, "ow! What was that for?" Followed by a humph.


"Max, y'know me and Styles don't get to spend a lot of time together anymore! We just wanted to have fun before we don't see each other again!" Louis says. I walk past him and pick the tea up from the counter. "I know you're mad because Harry gave you a head ache last night but sometimes you have to let go of your grudges."


"Louis, please don't be serious with me and tell me you hardly see Harry anymore. You guys have a weekly shipping day and go out and ship random strangers together." Louis gives me the look. "Point is, get out of the house for more than a week."


"Fine, but you're the one who said Louis and I are like toddlers when we go outside!" Harry says, jabbing my side with his pointer finger.


"Bye, Max! Harry and I are gonna get ourselves killed with our stupidity!" Louis calls, skipping down the hall with Harry.


"Seriously, guys! Don't try to run away from home or anything stupid. I'll kill you if you get yourself killed."


The door slams shut and for a brief moment there is silence in the house. I sigh out in relief, letting my eyes flutter shut.



"Max!"


My eyes snap open, narrowing as I see Liam walk through the door. He senses my anger and takes a few steps backwards. I roll my eyes, letting him know he can come closer. I watch as he staggers over to me, falling in his knees. I shriek.


"Oh my god, Liam!" I say, hopping up on the counter. "I know we're close friends and all but I don't wanna get married!"


"Me and you? Not gonna happen, sweetheart," Liam says, standing back up. I sigh in relief, letting my feet touch the floor. "I have a dilemma."


"Look at you, using big words first thing in the morning," I reply, leaning back against the counter.


"It's not first thing in the morning, it's already eleven." I roll my eyes, gesturing for Liam to continue.


"I'm surprised you know," I reply. "Considering you were missing when I woke up!" I exclaim. "Where were you, Mr. Payne? I woke up from my concussion last night to find the kid who knows First AID not helping me!" I jab his chest.


"I think I have a crush in Celina."


"You what?!" I shriek, dropping my cup of tea. We both cringe as the cup shatters on the floor. I stare down at the shattered pieces. A silence takes over.


"I'll get the broom."


"Yeah, I'll get the floor polish."


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"I need you to explain exactly how you came to that conclusion, Liam. I'm not getting very good notes from the story you're telling me."


Liam sighs, running his fingers through his hair for what seems like the millionth time. We're sitting at the table. I have a plastic cup in my hand with water. Liam doesn't trust me anymore.


"To be honest, I don't know." I give him a look. "Okay, okay!" Liam says, raising his hands in surrender. "It was at Niall's birthday..."


Liam's P.O.V. : Flashback


"Man, you put up with these idiots all the way in England?" Celina asks. I chuckle, nodding my head. It's only two hours into Niall's twenty-first birthday party and most if the lads are drunk. I lost Max somewhere in the kitchen and decided to leave her there. "I can hardly put up with Max!"


"Aw, Max is a real doll once you get comfortable with her. She's real cuckoo sometimes. Once, when we visited Liverpool, she asked if there were pools of liver. Lou was really disappointed in her, since he grew up around there," I mention, tilting my head back.


"Wow, Max says you're the best storyteller out of the rest. Mind telling me some stories?" Celina grinned, nudging my side.


"Nah, I'm kinda drunk right now and might end up saying something I'm not supposed to," I answer, flashing her a smile. I lean against the railing if the porch, glad that there's only a few people out here. "I'd rather not make a fool if myself."


"C'mon, Liam! I won't laugh too hard!" She jokes, giggling at the end.


"Hey, what's going on in there," I say, glad to shift the topic somewhere else. I crane my neck to catch a glimpse if the kitchen. "I think they're coming out. . ."


Not a second later, half of the party goers are stumbling out if the house, either pushing past us or lingering in the porch. I'm pushed onto Celina, who's against the wall. I press a hand parallel to her head, trying to use my muscles to stop myself from crushing her.


"Wow," Celina mumbles.


"I know. They just stampeded out here," I say, watching them run down the sand and splashing into the water. I turn my attention back to her. I blush when I realize I'm still pushed against her. "Sorry, Cel. Didn't wanna you to get hurt back there."


"No, no. It's alright," She mumbles, voice quiet and soft.


[OH SHIT CELINA AND LIAM]

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