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


9. The Truth About Friends Part 2

Harry's POV

   "What is wrong.......darling?" I said. It felt a bit wierd at first to call her that but at the end I felt great.

She said nothing and just kept on looking at the left over syrup on her plate. She put down her fork and knife on the plate and got up from her seat holding the plate in her hands. I walked closer to her and took the plate out of her hands and rest it on the table. I wrapped my arms around her an whispered into her ear,

"Maxy, what is wrong?" I felt her stiffen up and freeze in that spot. That only made me feel terible inside. Ouch, that really hurt. That hurt a lot. Why is she treating me like this? She has no reason to treat me of all people like this. I never ignore her, why does she hav ethe right to ignore me?

I unwrap my arms from her and slap my hand on her shoulder soon to only turn her around for her to be facing me. She does not even look at me.

I push her over to the kitchen, then say,

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I end up yelling at her. She then looks at me, that is when I slowly start to crumble.

Then she her bottom lip start to quiver, that is when I start to feel concious. Then a tear streems down her face, thatis when I shatter. No wonder she can't trust me, I make her cry almost every day. She then lets out a huff, then tries to get out of the kitchen so she could run up the stairs, but I hold she shoulders still. I place her infront of me and ook into her eyes. As much as it pains me to see that they are filled with tears, I have to look into them when I say this to her.

"I'm sorry. I just, I just really-" I say then she cuts me of with a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't say anything else, I do not want to hear anything else. Forget this happened, and I do not want you to talk about this ever again. I am trying to forgive you, but if you keep doing things like this, I would just hate you more than how much I do." she tells me looking at me dead straight in my eyes. when she said the she did not want to hate me more that how much she already does, I wanted to cry myself.

She then whipes the her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt and puts on a smile.

"Now what am I going to wear to the little 3 hour interviw today?" she asks me acting like nothing ever happened.

"I set out some cloths on the bed." I say still extreamly sad from what she said.

She looks at me then says," Thanks." She gives me that look that only makes me shed a tear from my eyes. I can't suck it up, those words she saida about hationg me just heart too much. I want he r to love me, the same way she does. and the fact that she does not, just gets me angry. Why can't it be eaier when it comes to her.

She whips the tear from my face with one hand and squeezes my hand with the other. Then she walks out of the kitchen and up stairs, only leaving me to shed more tears. It just hurts like that sometimes.

Maximum's POV

That was the best thing I ever did. I ignored him, then he yelled at me to only open the doors for me to fake cry and make him slowly feel like a bad person. And to top it off, tell him that I already hate him, and to ask him to pretend that what happened there never happened. And to end it all with a band, smile at him and whip a tear off his face like I did not even care. I made hium feel like crap, and that only makes me feel great! Why you may ask? Because he treats me like I am his punching bag when ever he gets angree. But I cannot forget, I am not only beating him up, but I am beating up 'karma'. I am actually having a bit of fun.

     When I get up stair and in my room, I pic up the cloths from the bed, then catch my reflection in the mirror. I see the scars on my whrist, then the bruses on my legs. Next, the marks on myn arms, and a tear coming down my face. Who am I kidding? This is not fun, this is the closes thing I would get to being loved. I do not have a real family, and all I do for a living is make other people.....I am just tierd of this, is karma winning me over. No, I still get to meet the boys and Dan and Phil. I am going to be fine.

With that I begin changing into my soft pink skirt and white tights, and then the white sweater with extra long arms. At this I smile, Harry cares enough to..... what am i thinking? he is the reason I have to cover up my whrist. I dismiss the thought and put on the pink beanie and a white pair of high heal high tops? I never knew those actually excisted, wow.

I walk out of the room to see Harry just walking out of the bathroom looking cute. of course he has to come off as a cutiey when he is public. I am starting to think he is bypolar or has an ager problem. But probably not because he can stay to calm, cool and collected in public. or is it just me who makes him completely crazy.

Harry sees me stairing at him and smiles a bit looking at me. I smile back at him giving him the look. If you are wondering what the look is, it is ultimatly me just looking at the ground then looking up with a little fait smile. that always gets Harry to smile a lot. That only leaves the impression that I am slowly falling for him.

I stretch out my hand and Harry quickly takes it and leads me down the stairs. I know I said that i did not want us to look like we had something going on today, but I just can't walk down stairs in high heels at all. I think it would be litterly impossible to learn without twisting my ankle either. Step by step Harry hold my hand down the stairs. I thought I was going to make it but on the last step, Harry has already let go of my hand and is on the ground and I fall foward. I think that it is all over here and I brace myself to endure the pain but I fall into a soft cousion.

Ha, Harry caught me. All I can do is blush a bit and laugh. Harry soon laughs with me and we walk out of the door. Harrycovers my eyes with my hands. That is when I remeber that I am still in karama. I completely forgot. Wait, for the first time I actually was having fun.

I sit in a van in what seems to be in the back seet and Harry uncovers me eyes. It litterly is a box here. you can't see through the jet black windown one either side of the van and there is a black screen covering the view of the front seet windows and the driver. it is pretty dark in the back of the van. I cannot see anything. That reminds me how scarred I am of the dark.

I just close my eyes hoping that the darkness would go away when I opening them again, so I do not dare open my eyes.


When I open my eyes I am in a big colourful isoated roomand I here somebody breathing above me. I look up and see a boy with dark hair. I nearly fall the couch when he start to speak.

"You are finally awake sleepy head." he says. I slowly get up and turn to face him. ne is looking at me smiling. I cannot help but to smile back.

"What is your name?" he asks me.

"My name is Maximum." I say sheepishly. I cannot stop focusing on those adorable eyes.

"My name is-" he was about to say when he stopped when he heard dan and phil plus the rest of teh boys come towards the door. He quickly took my hand and guided me to the nearest exit. before I know it I am in a hall way. He then leads me to another room but this time it is smaller and dark. I walk in with him and he pushes me up against the wall. All I can do is think 'panick'.

He then turns on the lights behind me and I see that he is very close to me. he then pickes me up from the spot and sets me on a chair while he pulles up a chair infront of me. What in the world is he trying to do?

"Are you okay?" I ask focusing on his face.

"No, actually I am not." he tells me looking into my eyes.

"Well...what is the matter?" I ask.

That is when he grabs me and throws me on the floor. then stratles me.

"The problem is that you are not kissing me right now." he says.

I auto matically panick as soon as he get up off me and picks me up off of the floor to only press his lips againts mine holding my head in his hands. I quickly push him away whipping my lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yell, but not loud enough so anybody outside of the room can hear.

All he does is hold on to me tighter and presses his lips even harder against mine. Why is he doing this? Why, I just met him. What is it that he wants of me. He finally leans away from the kiss looking at me with those big eyes.

"Get away from me." I spit out as a wrestle to get out of his grip. He only throws me against the wall and says this,

"No." and he kisses me again,a nd I bite his lip hard enough so it would start to bleed. yet he des not stop kissing me. I fight and fidght continuously, but he only holds me tighter.

I finally gives up and let him kiss me. Before I know it I have my hands on his face trying to pry it from my lips, quickly reganing strength and I finally get him off.

he breaths in and out close to my face still holding me against the wall trying to catch his breath. All I do is try to catch my breath as well. He reganse his breath and hold my right arm, squeezing it as hard as he can. I do not know how, but he knows that there is a bruse there, and now he is squeezing it it hurts like hell.

"Arg..." I scream overwhelmed with pain. I beg him to stop. then he stops.

"Now would you rather kiss me?" he asks with a dark look in his eyes.

All I could do is start to cry. He is manipulating me in ways that i could never imagine. Worse than what Harry would do to me.

"Hey, Hey, your fine. I promise you will be okay. Just don't move." he says with a misterious voice.

He then leans in and once againputs his warm lips on mine, then he bites my lip, but not hard enough for it to bleed.

"Ahh." is all I could get out before he could leaned away form the kiss and kissed my nose quickly.

"Now you are mine." he says with a smile on his face, and soon throws me on the ground.

"But secretly hmm?" he says again bending down to my level.

"No you I am not." I say, angry.

He then grabs my thigh and squeezes it harder than when he squeezed my arm. I flintch then say,

"Fine." he quickly lets go after that and kisses me one more.

"See you later Maximum." he says.

"See you...." i say trailing off because I do not know his name exactly.

"Zayn." he finishes for me then walks out of the room.

He has control over me. I hate when people have control over me, and use that control to abuse me. To take advantage of me. I hate karama.

I just sit in the room leaning against the wall, thinking. I end up thinking about what happened for so long that I started to get upset. I hear the door open and the last person I would like to see walks in.

"Hey Maxy what is wrong?"


If you read the chapter properly, you would know who walks in the door. Who calls Maximum, Maxy?

What would happen in the dark room now that_________ walked in?

What would Zayn do to Maximum next, now he has kissed her and already has a girlfriend?

What would happen in the 3 hours they are stuck in that room being grilled with questions?

Will the rest of the boys play a big role in the story?

Find out all of that and more in the next chapter~The Truth About 'Kissing Up'

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