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

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8. The Truth About Friends Part 1

Okay so pretty much I do not have time this week to write a nice long chapter so...

Part 1

Maxamum's POV

I wake up and see Harry moving around next to my in bed. I look at his face, it turns from looking scarred, to angry, to extreamly sad. I decide to let him dream just so he can bath in the saddness for a bit longer. I look at his eyes being to puor tears. All I can do is smile. Next thing you know, he flashes the funniest face ever from scruntching up his face while crying. I cannot help but to start to laugh a little. I decide to wake him up now.

"Harry." I say while gigling.

"Hello? Harry" I say again.

He is just not waking up. I was about to shake him awake when I remebered yesterday morning. The reason why he flung me onto the coffee table probably was because he came out of a really bad dream. I can't get hurt again today. Number one, i am going to meet my celebrity crushes, Phil and Dan. Number two, I am done with being hurt.

I slowly lean in being carfull not to wake him up right away. I close my eyes and slowly move in to kiss Harry again. I did not want to do it, I really did not. I counted the kisses he had stolen from me. ANd there were already two, why did I have to choose it to be three. I solftly place my lips on Harrys lips and I can feel his face relax. HE still just stays still, not responding to the kiss, but I still stay like that. I move away from his face and see that he is still sleeping, but he is not dreaming about what made him cry ealier. His face is blank, but I could tell that he is dreaming about something happy.

I do not know if I should kiss him again so he could wake up or if I should just leave him. I was not going to wake him up in the first place, so I think I will just let him sleep.

I carefully get out off the bed and tuck the sheets up to Harry's chin. I look at him once more, and all i can see is a innocent teenage boy that has supposedly fallen in love with me. When I look not only at him, but at my memmories of him beingg awake, I remeber that he is nthing like that, not unless I make him feel sorry, or gilt him into feeling sorry. Either than that, he is a nasty person.

I start to take out the ingrediants for breakfast and start to prepare belgime walffles for Harry and I. I know that he does not deserve waffles but, he is such a suker for love that I am making them for him anyway. Probably i should give him the cold sholder? Make him feel worse!

 

Harry's POV

I got out of bed thinking about the dream I just had. At first, I had a bad dream, but then I got a good one about Maximum and I cannot even remeber what the bad dream was about. All I can remeber from the good dream though is that she kisses me, then tells me that she loves me, and that she forgives me for everything I did. Also that she wanted to be my public girl friend no matter what other people say. I loved the dream. I really wish it was real, and was that easy.

I quickly remeber to make the bed and to put Maximum's cloths on the bed. I picked her out a pretty skirt and a swearter shirt with a little febrey I think they call, out for her. She looks pretty with no makup and with an oversized t-shirt. Imagine what she would look like being all dressed up. Just thinking about it gave me shockes stright threw me. It reminded me of the feeling that I felt when I first saw her in the pepsi pjs'.

As I walk downstairs, I notices that Maximum is sitting at the dinner table all alone with a plate of waffles infront and in the center of the table. I take a seat after taking a plate and I sit right next to Maximum.

"Good morning, love." I say.

Expecting an response, but I did not get one. she was ignoring me. I hate the feeling right now. Esspecially that I have to get her form ignoring me to telling me that she loves me. that only pictures my job, loving her harder!~to be continued!

this is a preview so do not loose your pants, there is going to be a continuation chapte. COMMENT! And favorite my book so you know when I have writen the next chapter!

 

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