Love? or Death.

Hello, my name is Maximum Ride.
There is somthing about me that makes everbody want to know my name.
There is something about me that makes everybody just want them to look at them, even though it might be a look of discust.
There is something about me. There is something wrong with me.
What will happen when a boy from the british invasion falls for me, hahaha
What will happen when ALL the boys from the british invasion fall for me.
What will happen when a group of them can't contain there feeling any more.
What will happen when I am in trouble because of the people who love me so much that when I am not with them, they will die.
What will happen when I tell you the story of how it all happend, right from the start.
This is the story of my life with the big question. To Love or to Die
pleaz dont be alarmed by the first chapter of the book, I am telling u, it does get better, and more one direction...y


6. The Truth About Crushes

*who did their dans not on fire and amazingphil homework? well if you did, tell me what episode you watched first and what you thought! The people who watched it will be entered into a contest to determine something HUGE! Those 3 people would vote and the majority vote would win and change the book for the better of the worst.*

Harry's POV

I noticed that Maximum went upstairs when I was done the phone conversation. Did she forgive me for what I did this morning? She did smirk, did she? But she did head for the stairs after, or was she just playing hard to get? I need that kiss to sort out all these thoughts in my head. When I kiss Maximum, for some reason, everything just feel balanced. All the things I am worried about like, 'what questions will they ask in the next interview we have?' or "what will the paparazzi dig up and twist just to make scandals" and the worst of them all 'what would they say next about Larry', just float away. When I kiss her I feel like everything is going to be okay. I would not be thinking about the future or anything like that when our lips meet. It feels like all the colour around us just fades to white, and all there is are pencil marking that soon blow away like black sand on tile floor.

If I feel all these things and more when I kiss Maximum, imagine how happy my life would be if one day I marry her. The day I get her all to myself and nobody else. That would be great. But the only problem is, one, I have only kissed her once, and it was a short one. Two, I keep on hurting her. Three, I think she hates me. And four, I think I hate myself for treating her the way I do. First I treat her like crap, then I feel remorse and give her hugs and whisper relaxing things in her ear to make her feel all better. And as soon she has calmed down, I just start up again with the hurt. Why do I do this?

All I know is that I need to kiss her one more time, and hopefully, hopefully, the rest plays out in my favor. Now all I have to do is get her some ice and some water, I should also get some Pollysporen and goz, go up to her room, and see if she is okay. God, I am doing it again. I of course she is not okay! Would somebody be okay if there was a person who constantly beat and torture you. I actually never thought of it like that to tell you the truth. Now I feel way more crappie than I did before. I hate this. Why can't we just be together. It will make it that much easier!

Maximum's POV

I sit on my bed, looking at myself in the mirror. I am a wreck. I have burse marks on my arms and the scars on my wrist. I have cuts on my legs from the coffee table and a huge bruise on the outside right leg of my thigh from the fall because of the water on the floor this morning.

I came to the conclusion that I was broken and beyond fixing. And if I were to be fixed, it would take time. But for some of these marks to go away completely, it would take 5 months or even 6. I just let myself fall on my bed. I am staring at the wooden ceiling of my cabin room now. There is no way I am going to that interview thing with Harry! I am not going anywhere with Harry for that fact. I am even scarred of leaving this room because he just might kiss me then shoot me!"ARRGGG!" I grumble loudly.

*Knock, knock* I hear two knocks on the door. It is obviously Harry, but I still play with him for a bit. *Knock, knock* "Who is it?" I say in a rhythm tic voice. I can hear him laugh a bit. "Guess who." Harry says sounding like he defiantly has a smile on his lips.

"Hmmmmmm......... Ed Sheeran?" I say jokingly.

"Nope guess again!" Harry says playfully.

"Olly Murs!" sounding excited like I found out for sure who it was.

"No, but so close" Harry say with equal amount of excitement in his voice.

"Ohh, Ohh, I know!" I say with excitement.

"Who, tell me!" Harry shouts happily.

"Justin Bieber's secret twin brother that has been shamed by his family for being to Bieberlisious and was sent to London just so he could drink a lot of tea!" I say as fast as I can.

"Wa-wait..... what?" Harry says as confused as he could be.

I let out a giggle and walk to the door. Wait, why am I going to open the door. I stop reaching for the knob. He could just be ready to beat me or to throw me on the floor or something. A voice at the back of my head said 'you are suppose to be in love with the boy, you will have to act like you trust him even though you know for sure it is a trap'. Though making no sense it was true that I had to act like I loved him. Eww, just the thought of kissing him again just reminded me of the pain I got when he was cutting my wrist. I whines at the pain I felt from remembering. And remembering him holding me only reminded me of the pain I got when he put the rubbing alcohol socked goz on my wrist right after. That only made me remember how sweet and caring he was after he kissed me.

"Maximum, the ice in my hand is going to melt soon so you should probably either let me in o-"

I cut him off by opening the door, pulling him inside my room, making him drop everything gin his hands on the bed, then picking him up again only to do something I did not think I would do by will.

I kissed him.

This time it was deep one, one with pretend feeling from my point of view and real ones from Harry's. I just stud there kissing him, he cupped my face in his hands and I put my hands on his whaste. We stayed like that for a while, obviously Harry did not want to let go, and when he did, I was gasping for air. Even though that kiss meant nothing, it still was one of the best kisses that I had ever had. For the first time in my life I was blushing. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I was the best actress on earth. I bushed on demand! Yes! Something that none of my friends could do! And I also gave that little shy looking smile after he kissed me. He was giving the same on to. He grabbed my hand then pulled me into a hug.

Harry's POV

It all happened so fast, but when our lips met, I felt like there was no worries in the world. I felt like I did not care about tomorrow or what will happen in the future, I saw the room discolour and I saw the pencil marking. And I also say the pencil marking blow away like sand on tile floor. All of this was happening around me, but nothing beet the feeling inside of me. I felt like everything was balanced once again, and that if I died or was cut open that butterflies would poor out of me and fly away. I felt like instead of blood, there were butterflies. My whole body tingled. I did not let go and neither did Maximum. As us usual I wanted to pause this perfect moment for ever, but this time, I was scared if I did not, that the moment would turn imperfect.

Well I was right. It did. I noticed that when I reached to hold her hand. After the kiss, I sheepishly smiled and Maximum blush, but the I noticed all the scars, bruises and scrapes I gave her. And everything was all because of me. She traces were I am looking at and sees that I am staring at her arms. She automatically looks at me with a little worry face.

"Talking about that, I do not think I want to go to the interview thing with you tomorrow." she says flatly.

"Why, is it because of......" I trail off.

"Yeah, I do not want you to get in trouble. People make mistakes, and I know that this was a mistake. Just remember that right now I am trusting you owe like you too much for you to get in trouble for a mistake." she tells me steadily with her trusting eyes.

I look into her eyes and I see a person he meant it. I can see a person who really like me. Hold the phone, she said that she like me. But finding out that does not stop the fact that she trust me and thinks what I did to her was a mistake.

The only problem is, I do not even know if it was a mistake. I do not know if it was a accident. When I looked into her eyes once asked me, "Was it a mistake?"

It looked like she was on the verge of crying. All I could do is look at her and shack my head slowly. She looked so disappointed in me that she dropped her gaze to the floor. Noticing that my hand was still in hers, I brought her to her bed and I laid down on it bringing Maximum with me. I sat up and set her on my lap and let her head rest on my chest. I picked up the remote and chose a channel with a movie on it. I picked up all the tools I brought from the kitchen and one by one cleaned up her wounds and ice her bruises.

We were in the middle of the movies sequel and I noticed the clock said 8 o'clock pm on it. Maximum had fell asleep on my chest right before the sequel to the first movie started. I could hear the rhythm of her breathing quicken showing that she was waking up. When she woke up she lifted her head from my chest and looked at me with very serious eyes.
"I might have trusted you, but you have lost it. I am sorry Harry. Only time can get that trust back." she said flatly.

I look to her and say, "I understand that but at least can you let me finish icing you and everything?' I ask her hoping that she would give me more time to hold her in my arms.

"Okay, but tomorrow when we go to the interview, it would be like we never kissed. Okay?" Maximum said.

The last thing I wanted her to do is get angry and leave the room right now, so I just barred with her and agreed with a simple nod of my head, then I opened my arms saying that I wanted her back in them. She did so and we just continued to watch the movie from there.

Maximum's POV

Awesome, just as planned. She cleans me up, and I make him feel worse about himself. One that is done I ask him a favor to leave me alone tomorrow and pretend that we were never 'together' and have a day to myself. I cannot wait to meet Dan and Philip. They are somewhat of my celebrity crushes. So cute. Anyway, I just say okay for staying in Harry's arms because I am tired for one thing even though I just woke up from nap, and when He breaths in and out with his arm around me, I feel extremely comfortable. Just something about laying on a guys chest brought comfort to me. Why can't I have feeling for Harry? It would only make ' karma' more enjoyable.

I fall asleep in his arms.


Harry's POV

I wake up and see that maximum's still in my arms. I shake her awake and see that she is now facing me with a big smile on her face. She comes close to my face saying that she wants me to kiss her. I come in for the kiss and our lips meet. After a short period of time she gets up off me and says, "I do not trust you anymore, so that is that. Have fun, because I promise I will make your life a living hell when I am out of here!" she gets up off me and starts to walk away heading to the kitchen taking all of her little things that she came with. What in the hell is she talking about, wait but if she does not leave she can't threaten my life like that.

I quickly hop off the bed and grasp her hand, I throw her on the floor. She is getting up and I just push her down again. Now she is trying to crawl away, that is when I snap and grab the remote and start beating her with it. In one strike, I hit her in the head with it, and she fell to the floor with a heavy steam of blood coming from her head. She was dead.......






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