Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

58- Foreign Feelings

February 22, 2013

*Olivia’s POV*

I came home from the movies yesterday tired as fuck.

Before we went to the movies, Beth convinced Simon that it was a good idea to go to the park and then McDonalds. You know, the McDonalds with the playhouses?

And guess who had the job of running around with her? That’s right, me. So let’s just say I was running on fumes when I crawled into bed without even changing.

I had taken a nice, long, hot, and comfortable shower. I really needed it this morning. When I came out of the bathroom fully dressed, I frowned at the thought of not having to make five more plates worth of food, or in their case, ten. And that I wouldn’t hear them roughhousing like normal.

So when I did make the food, I made only four eggs a couple strips of bacon and three slices of toast; one for me, two for Max. It seemed as if was too quiet around here. I thought perhaps Max would have came in and talked to me or said ‘hello’ maybe even a ‘good morning’, I guess he’s just used to one of the boys helping me around here or me forcing them out when I cook…yeah that’s it.

After putting the food on the table of the breakfast nook in the kitchen, I had to literally force myself not to put it in the dining hall because we no longer needed that much space to sit. I called around the house yelling to Max that breakfast was ready and I would be making myself some tea and if he wanted any. All I got was a grunt and a ‘whatever’.

Strange, right?

I sat in my chair at the nook slowly nibbling on my toast and bacon, only having eaten one small egg while sipping some tea as I did so that when Max got down here, we could still eat together. But I sat there for half an hour just finishing my last bit of bacon and he still wasn’t down here and I already have made another cup of tea and finished it. Where the hell was he?

I walked over to the stairs and yelled “Max! Your breakfast is cold now and so is your tea! Are you okay?”

In return, all I got were some mumbled words and grunts that I could not understand. Words that when I saw his figure at the top of the stairs, he looked disheveled.

As he walked down I could smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from him. Did he go drinking with Louis yesterday? No, he couldn’t have Louis always texts me when he goes out for a drink to make sure I will pick him up if he gets too drunk; because he knows I can’t drink yet so I’m always the designated driver. But maybe Max drank alone then and Louis drove himself home? No, the scent seems too strong, as if he bathed in it and his pores were sweating it out. I did not like the smell at all.

“Max? Have you been…drinking?”

“Yup” He said popping the p.

“Why? It’s so early in the day and you never drink when I’m around. You told me that yourself.”

“Well you’re not who I thought you were, so maybe I’m not who you thought I was.”

“You are confusing me Maxie. What’s going on?” I used my pet name for him to maybe try and convince him to tell me.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me, Mama Storan.” My blood became ice the moment he said that.

“W-What did you just say?”

“You heard me. Mama Storan. You know the name you came up with when you were pregnant with Niall’s child but was going to have Harry help you raise it.” I did not like the way he called the baby and ‘it’. I had no idea what to say.