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Chapter 29 - Fuck Up

Chapter 29; Fuck Up
Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. ;

I ignore the ringing of my phone for the seventh time that day. Instead, I pick up the black workphone resting on top of my desk. Toying with the cord, I quickly punch in the numbers of one of the companies I had been meaning to call back. 

With all the Niall-Zayn drama going on around me, I started neglecting my work. I hadn't really noticed I was until the hour before Zayn told me he loved me. My cell phone was ringing and my assistant was telling me that Ricking Co. really need my approval on some shit. 

"Hello? Yes, this is Maxxon Chase of Malik Corporations in America. I'd like to speak to a Mr. Hewlett?" I say, twirling the cord in my hand. I turn a page in my notebook, writing Hewlett Enterprises across the top. "Thank you."

I wait for a minute as I'm put through. My eyes are looking through the variety of sticky notes posted on the sides of my computer. Finally, after a moment, I'm put through to Mr. Hewlett, who greets me with ease. 

"Hello, Ms. Chase. Thank you for calling back. We were told you were experiencing family issues so I hope all is well. I'd like to discuss problems with a shipping you've sent over to Seattle last week?" He starts. 

We talk easily, going through problems that surfaced with the newest shipments that arrived whilst I was busy. I'm confirming my agreement of sending him over more items of what he needed (smartphones) over the course of this week. We're almost done when the door slams open. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Louis shouts, storming into my office. 

Furrowing my eyebrows together, I raise a finger for him to wait. After hanging up with Mr. Hewlett, I turn back to Louis. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" He spits, clearly annoyed. "You know damn well what I mean!" I raise an eyebrow. "You're fucking Niall, you bitch! He's been so nervous until he finally broke! Don't you have a heart?" He snarls. 

"Louis, I have no idea what you're suggesting," I answer, brushing down my black skirt. I walk around my desk, picking up the client book on it. "Please explain."

"Max," Louis seethes, hands clutched at his sides. I walk by him, placing the client book on the bookshelf filled with many other client books. "Don't make me explain something you already fucking know."

"I'm not sure if you know what I know, so tell me what you know."

Louis visibly tenses, muscles on his arms becoming prominent and -- well, scary. "You used him, Max! He called me and told me you flew him to Chicago, fucked him, and flew yourself back here."

I glance up at the ceiling. contemplating on how to answer him. "Very accurate."

Louis snaps. He grabs me by the waist and clutches very tight. I freeze as I feel his icy stare bore into me. "Listen Max," He spits. "You better fucking fix this. You might be my best friend but you're fucking two of my best friends who are best friends with each other. Fix it," Louis seethes. 

He lets me go. He turns around and saunters out of my office. And he stops at the door, turning around to face me one more time. He casually throws in, "I bet you're not even that good of a shag for him."

Ouch. 

~ ~ ~

That night, I don't sleep a wink. I can't sleep anyway. I'm just thinking about Zayn and Niall and Louis and all this crazy shit that I've done. Not only have I ruined Zayn's life, but I've ruined Niall's. And in a sense, Louis'.

All I ever do is fuck things up nowadays. I should've taken it like a brave person. I should have never dated Niall in the first place. I'm not sure what we are now. Maybe in a limbo between dating or not. It doesn't matter to me. 

In fact, nothing matters to me. I'm never happy anymore. I could've taken the easy way out and never gotten associated with Zayn or Niall or Louis or Liam or Harry. I've wasted years of their life just by being with them. 

I'm constantly sad all the time. All I ever do is go to work, say hi to the boys, and sleep. I feel like I haven't been truly happy in years. The happiest I've been in a while was when I was reunited with my mother and brother. 

Not only have I ruined the boys' lives, but I've ruined my own. If I hadn't said yes to Niall, I wouldn't have hurt him. Also, I wouldn't have felt bad about Zayn loving me and not someone else. But it's not Niall's fault. 

Technically, it's my own fault. If I had never tried to be a better person and fix my life, I wouldn't have bumped into Niall. The only reason we did bump into Niall was because he was outside the bank when I was tryig to fix my life. 

So yeah. Everything leads back to me messing up everything. 

I guess when you're bad to the bone, nothing ever fixes that. I tried so hard just to be perfect but all I ever do is mess everything up. I just wanted to fit in with the rest of the world. Why couldn't I be perfect?

Ever since my mum "died" all the kids teased me about not having a mum and now I'm a wreck. 

By the time I manage to fall asleep, there are tears painting my cheeks. My eyelashes are clumped together and heavy and my chest is moving up and down at an odd rate. But I can't complain because it's all my fault. 

~ ~ ~

Flight 24B to the United Kingdom, now boarding. 

I take my ticket and my two suitcases and lug them behind me. I walk through the airport and place my luggage on the conveyor belt. After handing my ticket to a flight attendant, I take my seat on the airport and wait. 

I'm doing something I should have done a long time ago. 

wow theres only like 11 chapters left omg whats gonna happen idek jk i do