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


11. The Truth About Projects

Maximum POV

Liam was...I guess he was trying to make it seem that nothing happened between me and him that made me want to call Harry for back up? Gosh, I am not sure anymore.

The funny thing was that Liam's lips on mine felt more confortable than Harry's. But why do I think that, he threated to hit me, he was going to hit me. Now he runs up and falls on top of me only for me to kiss him by accident. Wait, it was not even a kiss, it was more lip a long brush of the lips. I don't know, all I know is that Liam is dangerous.

Liam just looks at me witha  smile, just as if he was admirering me, looking at me head to toe as if he had a crush on me. He then bit his lip then Liam spoke,

"Uhmm... well I guess I will see you later?" Liam asks scratching the bake of his neck with his left arm. That is when I see a tatoo with a sentence on it. This is when i notice the many tatoos he has on his arms.

"Yeah, uhmm... in the interview you will see me." I say awkwardly.

"Okay well, see you." Liam said, still with that smile on his face.

"See you." I say awkwardly.

"K." he says then brushes past me then swerves around Harry .

As soon as I can't hear Liams foot steps anymore, I turned to Harry. I see his face, extreamly disapointed face. This reminds me of how he conforted me when i had the anxiaty attack earlier, nd how he wanted to kiss me. And how I said, 'at home'. Ha, that was probably one of the best excuses ever. I do not want to kiss Harry. He might the one the conforts me when I am down, but he still hurts me when he is angry. Even when it does not make sence, he still hurts me. I do not know why he acts like this or why he seems to opporate like that but, that is not okay to me. He is sick..

"That is what you think of me?" he asks with a serious look on his face.

I put my hands up to my mouth, I said it out loud, I just ruind everything. He looks at me, then I see his eyes get glassy.

"Harry.." I say stepping closer to him.

"No." he tells me taking one step back, then he walks out of the hall way.

I drag out a long sigh from my lungs and lean against the wall. What have I just done. It is all over. It would take me a long time to fix this ruse, to make Harry think that I care about him in the tiniest bit. Oh god.

I decide to sulk about it latter and go to the interview. As I walk down the hall way, I see a dent in the wall. I stop and look at it. I get an idea, and to test it, I put my fist to the dent in the wall. The grooves are similar. Somebody pushed throigh the wall, but who could have done that? It is Probably Harry, or probably not. I really hope it is not Harry, because something I learned about him, is that when ever he get sad, he turns it into anger.

I ignore the mark in the wall and continue down the hall way. I reached to the first door, realising that I do not know which room to go into. I just open the door hoping that it is the right one. When I open the door, I see an empty room. I walk in it anyway. As I walk around inside the room, I spot another door, and it is not locked. I open that door, and I see a dressing room. Welll, I think it is, I don't think that I ever seen one before though. it has a mirrior, dressing table, a rack with many different items of cloths hung on it and shoes at the bottom. The shoes looked like they were fitted for boys, and in the middle of the room, there is a little coffee table. The coffe table had about 20 mini sandwhiches, still steaming from warmth, and a big bowl of skittles right next to it followed by multiple bottels of Pepsi.

I could not stop looking at the mini sandwhiches. Now I think about it, I have not eatin since this morning, I am not sure what time it is, but for sure I am hungry. I see a little couch infront of the coffee table, and decide to take a seat and eat a sandwhich or two, hopfuly before the person who's dressing room this is, comes in. I eat one sandwhich, then I am drawn to another. Then I feel like I could eat another, so i get anther one, and another one. The patern continues until I notice that there is only about 9 mini sandwhiches left. I fell a little bit bad about it, but that soon gets washed over by the feeling of thirst. I debate in my head, weather I should take a bottloe of pop or not. I debate for so long that I have no choice but to drnk it because I felt as thirsty as ever.

In the first knock back of the bottel, I already finished half of it. At this point, I was full. So full I could not even get up. I just say, now lying down on the couch. Looking up at the celing. The plain, white, dusty.......dusty, very dusty......... celing.........

My mind slowly slows down at every though, and after a few more thoughts, my mind relaxed. My body was at easy. I did not feel like I was about to explode anymore beacause of all the food I ate.

I find my self sleeping and I wake up. I scramble to see the time, and when I look at the wall right across from me, I see a big round clock, the time reads 1:15. It was a bit over an hour from lunch. I probably was sleeping for about an hour.

I hop off the couch, and pick up my bottel of pop I was working on, and try to finish it off. I toss the bottel in the nearest garbadge I see in the room and try to see if there is another door leading to another room. But I have no choice but to freeze, because I see the knob of the dressing room turn. My heart nearly jumps out of my mouth. The door opens and I meet the eyes of a blond haired...guy. I don't have a clue what his name is.

He just looks at me with a smile, and then slowly walks closer to me closing the door behind him.

I look at him, and he looks at me. We do not break eye contact. I start to get nervous as he gets closer and closer, but when i really get nervous is when he is right infront of me, with our body litterly inches away. He puts his hands on my waist, then asks looking straight into my eyes,

"Now what is your name?" his face was litterly 6 inches away from mine. This made me beyond nervous.

"Uhmm.. uhhhh..." is all I could get out.

"Uhmm..Uhh.. what?" he asks me with a calm and suductive voice, while still looking at me.

"Maximum.." I say in an unsure voice.

"That a pretty name.." he tells me in a whisper.

"Yeah?......" I say trailing off.

"Yeah, now I want you to tell me, why is there only half the amount of sandwhiches om the plate?" he asks me now putting his right hand on my face.

"Uhh.. I got a bit, a bit.." I say loosing my wording while I looked into those bright blue eyes.

"Hungry..." He finishes for me.

All I do is nod my head.

"Well, don't do it ever again okay?" he asks me. now our face 4 inches apart.

"O-okay." I promise to him.

He looks deep into my eyes, then says, "Good.".

He then puts his right hand down back to my waist, and pulls me towards the dorr, and opens it from behind. He then steps out pulling me along with him, then kisses me. But I was a bit dissapointed becuase he kissed me on my forhead . I wanted him to give me a real kiss, a kiss on the lips. He then smiled at me once more, then went into his dressing room leaving me in the same spot were he kissed me.

I want more of him, gosh why does he have to be so suductive. Because what ever he was doing, was working. I do not even know who he  is. I really want to know his name. Hey, i just realised something. I told him my name but he never told his.

All I know is that this boy is clever.

Harry's POV

I never knew she thought that about me. That really hurts to think that she thinks that i am sick. It really hit me hard. Especially when all I think about when I see Maximum is how perfect she is. Never failing to make my heart race. I never knew that it was possible for one person to care about somebody so much, and have that person not give a rats behind about you. It just does not make me feel good inside, or even outside.

I guess you could say i am feeling sick, but it looks like I am sick. i feel nousious, like I could throw up.

All my thoughts stop when I open of my dressing room, and see Louis in it.

"Hey there buddy, what is up?" he asks me with a smile.

I smile back, "Nothing."

"Alright, what ever you s-" Louis gets interrupted by the turn of the door knob.

"Vas happening?" Zayn says bursting through the door.

"Oh, nothing much." Louis and I say at the same time. At this we start to laugh.

Zayn closes the door behind him, and takes a seat on the couch Louis is sitting on.

"So, why such in a good mood?" he asks me.

"Oh, no reason." Zayn told us.

"How are you and Perrie, you have not talked about her in a while." Louis decides to bring up.

"Oh, well I have not talked to her in a while now I think about it." Zayn confesses.

"When is the last time you have heard from her?" I ask.

"Uhmm... I don't know, probably....two weeks." Zyan answers.

"Two weeks..... is that the longest you guy have not ever talked?" Louis asks.

"Yeah, usually the longest would be like a week, not even." Zayn explains.

"Well you could try giving her a call now." I suggest.

"Okay.." Zayn says pulling out his phone, and it seems that all he did was press one button and then he pressed the phone to his ear.

We all wait in silence as Zayn waits for Perrie to pic up the phone. it keeps ringing and then it goes to voice mail. Zayn does not leave a message, but he hangs up and dials again.The second time, it was not long until he hung up once more.

"This time it went straight to voicemail." he said shacking his head.

"Maybe she is in an interview and turned off her phone after you ringed her the first time." Louis guess.

"Yeah, your probably right, but it is funny how that has been happening for the past 2 weeks, day, and night." Zayn finishes with a sigh.

"I really hope things are okay with her." Zayn adds.

"Yeah, me too." I say, supporting his idea.

"Yeah." Louis then says.

Maximum's POV

I finally collect my self, and walk out of the room, back into the hall way. Before I know it, I spot another door. I decide to open it, and as soon I do, I regret ever touching the door knob.

"Hey there love, I am glad you are here."

"Yeah, me too Liam."

okay, oh snap! she might as well be dead. Favorite and comment and like and all that good stuff, and if you are on my fav list, you could tell me some of your fav books or some books that you have written, I would read them, then get them all famous and recommend them and stuff, just tell me the name in the comments.

Sorry for no Liam's POV, I do not know if this makes sence but, I do not know, what is going on in Liam's head yet, ha, I know I am the writer of this book, but man, what is going on in Liam's head, that is a good story thingy and makes sence???  I have no idea, I bet I would fingure it out, one way or another! hahaha


What will happen now that Liam and Maximum are in one room, alone, with no Harry around to help?

What will happen with Maximum and Harry nexts.

Now you know vas happening with Zayn, Vhat will happen between Maximum and Zayn?

Naill, gosh Niall, What in the world is Niall doing?

And would Louis become a huge part in the story like the rest of the boys?

Find all of this and more in the next chapter of Love? or Death. called~The Truth Behind Doors




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