Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 32: Irresistible

It's the next day. Still no talking to Harry, and still have no idea what Liam and Zayn were talking about. But I'm still furious and upset with Harry, and despite what Zayn said about Harry being fragile, I want to kiss someone to make this even. Not Zayn, not Liam, not Louis.

"Max?" I call out, looking around the empty camp. I peek into his tent and it's empty, blankets covering the whole floor. I hear some rustling from the RV and turn around just in time to watch the door fly open, Max peering out and looking around until he spots me. "Uh, hey Niall?" He surprised to me here out of the no where. "Hey. Um, Can I.....I need to..." I can't put this into words, and it's making me frustrated that I can't do that. "Would you, want to come inside?" Max throws his thumb over his shoulder. "Yes, thank you." I sigh.

Once in his RV, I look around it. It's fairly clean, fairly messy. Clothes everywhere, photo's hanging everywhere and piles of them are on the table. He has cameras sitting atop a shelf that can be pulled out from the wall. It also smells like Old Spice body wash. "Sorry about this...Mess. I'm making a picture out of other pictures." Max explains simply. "Cool." I nod my head. "Yeah." He croaks, laying down on his couch and picking up two photo's, holding them up to the ceiling. I look up too and see photo's pinned to it. He must be working on it right now. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" Max asks as if he suddenly remembered to be polite, which he doesn't need to be. "No, thank you though. I'm good." I can read on Max's face that he's reading me and sensing that I'm actually not okay.

"Um," I take a deep breath. "I just wanted to hang out with you." I lie, a lame attempt to flirt. "Oh..well I could stop this and we could do something? Whatever you're thinking I'll do it."

You'll take back that answer once I do what I'm thinking and what I want to do.

"Okay, well I don't know if it'll be your favourite thing in the world but I want to do it." I'm not

beating around the bush, I'm just gonna do it. "What is it?" Max sits up, setting down the photo's. I take two small steps over to him, grab his face, and kiss him. His lips twitch, but he doesn't kiss me back at first. He only pucker's them the slightest but near the end when I pull away, releasing him. I feel horrible. Utterly, horribly, despicably horrible. This is the worst idea I've ever had. Or that Liam's had and I accomplished.

Max stares at me in shock, his mouth hanging open. He doesn't say a word, or do anything. He simply lays back down and picks up the photo's again. He clears his throat. I'm still waiting for a response, trying to swallow my guilt. Is this what Harry felt like after kissing Louis? Because if that's the case, I wish I never would have thought about getting revenge and kissing Max. He's probably still not gay.

"Niall!!" Louis bursts into Max's RV, both of us looking at the boy in a white jumper. "What are you doing?" He asks, feeling the tension in the air. Max drops his hands, face emotionless with his mouth closed and he looks at me, looking at the ceiling briefly before looking down and blinking.

"Nothing." I mutter. "Well Harry's left." Louis ignores Max and looks to me. "What do you mean?" I ask. "He's gone! I mean he didn't take the trucks but he's not here! Or at the lake!" Louis' arms are being held open to emphasize his words. "He'll come back, Louis. Some people like to be alone when they're anything but happy." Louis rolls his eyes. "Figures you wouldn't care." He leaves the RV, the door falling shut. How did he even know I was here?

"Whatever's going on between you and your partner, I'd appreciate you leave me out of. Going out of your way, and mine, to kiss me will only make it worse. If you're seeking revenge, I'm not the answer." Max holds up the pictures again, looking from one picture to the other, and then the ceiling. "Just seemed logical at the moment." I mumble, leaving him as he's standing up and holding some pins in between his lips so he can pin a photo to the ceiling.