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Always Good Before Bad.

Sighing tiredly Max sat on the couch. Thinking about it now she just wanted to sleep, but of course (young) Harry just had to find her now.

'Harry, I told you before. I'm all-good, go back to bed.' She pleads, reassuringly smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes, her nose didn't crinkle like it usually did when she smiled genuinely.

'No Max your not alright! Just talk to me. You can trust me.' He begs, standing his ground.

Max just really didn't want to talk about. She was exhausted, her body drained of colour, eyes dull.

Everyone said she had the same eyes as Liam. Except his were brighter by far.

Hers were a deep, dark brown, almost black, although sometimes she would put in contacts for amusement. Usually wearing bluer than blue contacts like Niall or Louis, sometimes wearing bright green ones like Harry. But it wasn't those eyes that everyone loved; it was her warm brown eyes.

They held so much emotion, like unspoken words.

But Max was an amazing artist at hiding her emotions around other people.

So her eyes gave off fake emotion.

A reliable strength in the world of fame.

But Harry, Zayn, Niall, Louis and Liam all knew exactly when she was down.

Which was rare. Harry understood Max, he'd been in the position, he just needed her to know that.

To Max it was like missing her other half for a month, only half a heart.

Every minute without her best friend was like a ticking bomb, the longer it was the more on edge Max became; she could push it away for only so long.

Taking an overreacted inwards sigh of annoyance Max spoke, after a short moment of which felt like forever to Harry.

'Harry, you cant fix it. If Liam decides to be a douche, start a fight over nothing, I'll let him! He can just grow up. More.' She spoke finally.

More, as in Liam was physically an adult but emotionally, mentally, he could be a child. A little (demon) baby.

Harry was someone who couldn't help but meddle, if he saw his worst enemy crying, all his promises to stay away would fly out of his mind and he would be there to comfort, and help.

So imagine how important this was to him, Max being practically a sister to him.

He just couldn't bare it.

Liam wasn't talking to anyone, and Harry hoped he felt as guilty as Max was hurt.

But he doubted it.

Sure Harry did feel slightly pitiful at Liam, but after all Max didn't mean to do damage like she did. She was under stress, and i guess its better late than never to show it. She needed help, but she couldn't ask. He knew the feeling.

Max looked helplessly into Harry's green eyes, begging for him to stop. Although, her heart was warmed by his generosity and that she did indeed need help, she wouldn't let her troubles bother him.

Sighing Harry decided he would work on this later; it was obvious Max wasn't spilling anything any time soon.

'Your seventeenth birthdays coming up in a week or so, anything special you want to do?' he asked begrudged.

Grinning triumphantly Max shrugged, she knew Harry wouldn't give up but the longer he held off the more time she got to clear her muddled head.

'Not much aye...' she trailed off.