>In heavy editing since I wrote it when I was 15. Three years later & I'm back to writing it< "why are you calling me max?" you roll your eyes even though you know that max can't see you do it. "well for one you're my girlfriend..." max trails off sounding slightly hurt at your question. "and I kind of have no where to stay since the house I was renting got burnt down." he trips over his words as if he was scared that you'd hang up before he finished his sentence. "so you're asking-" "if I can stay over at your house. you did live at mine for about two months so.." max cuts you off and chuckles slightly at the end. "you're lucky I love you, Max Stanley" you mutter through the phone, pushing yourself out of bed so you can clean up the trail of destruction you've left in your house. I

I feel no one really does much on Max and such. Cannot see why 😩. First ever smut/Xread. Enjoy If you guys have any questions or comments I'm all ears!

I wasn't always like this. I used to be happy. I used to be the popular girl and I used to smile. But I was an entirely different person now. Life had done that to me. Every thing all happened at once. After the death of my father my life had been flipped upside down. Troy had used me and done something to me that I could never ever forget. He ruined me. I had no clue what was to happen next in my life. I had experienced love, heartbreak and death all at once. Why are all of these people so protective of me? Am I next to die after my father? Why am I always so paranoid? No one knows how my father died, or at least I don't. I know they're all hiding it from me...I just know it. I'm trying to get over it but I can't. Mother won't either. Every time I try to tell her to move on she tells me "You'll never understand love Annie." That's right, cause I won't. It's a bunch of bullshit...love is for idiots. Harry and Niall protect me like they're my bodyguards. I don't need 24 hour protection. I'm not a criminal, nor am I to be hunted down. Or so I think. I can't erase my past, and the horrible things that were done to me and forced upon me. I even keep my story a secret. I'd rather have everyone think that what they knew was the truth, than for them to know what the real truth was; simply because I didn't want it to be brought up again. I find it hard to believe that there's some light out there coming my way. And then there he came. The light of my life. I just have to try and keep him alive with me.