C'est La Vie

HIM: Niall James Horan. Irish. Boyband member. My best friend. The guy I am hopelessly in love with. All rolled up into one.
ME: Maxime Adelina Mercer. American, but of French descent (cue to my name, in case you couldn’t tell). Personal trainer/physical therapist for previously mentioned boyband. Eternally friendzoned.

Will Niall ever see me as more than just a friend? Or is this just the life I'm destined to live? Being friendzoned by the boy who means more than the world to me.

Find out more in "C'est La Vie"


3. Can't Risk It.



As the elevator slowly  descended towards the lobby where the hotel’s gym was located, I bobbed my head up and down to the music blaring through my headphones. I’d heard Louis bitching to Max earlier in the day about how he wanted some one-on-one gym time with her to get more in shape, and I knew it was because I was getting more cut than him lately. What did he expect though? I was the one working out with Max every morning, not him. I chuckled to myself thinking about how yesterday morning when we were in the gym Max busted her ass from trying to do more chin-ups than me. She lost her grip on the bar after just seven.

Gosh I loved that girl. She was my best friend in the world, right up there with the boys. I’d do anything in the world for her. She makes me smile, she’s always there for me, she says the funniest shit. Seriously, she is hilariously awkward – which is great! Max is so…unique. She doesn't try to be society’s definition of normal, she’s just herself.

And oh man, is she fucking HOT. Long blonde hair, light freckles dotting her tan cheeks, muscular legs that were to die for, and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. And sometimes when she gets really excited about something she starts speaking French fast and fluently, which turned me on like a fucking light switch, lemme tell ya.

But what’s awesome though is that Max doesn't try to be attractive. She just is. She hates makeup with a passion (which is really rare these days), she usually wears her hair up in a crazy bun or down naturally, and she wears sweats and tshirts more than any other girl I’d ever met.

And yet she was always the most beautiful girl in the room.

Now I know what you’re thinking. ‘Wow Niall, you’ve got a thing for your best mate! You’re talking about how beautiful and funny and amazing she is, you’re obviously crushing on her!’

Well you know what?

You’re right.

I can’t help it! Max is so wonderfully awkward, and spontaneous, and she makes me want to be a better person. I try to be the best guy I can be just to make her smile, to make her proud of me.

But can I admit my feelings to her?


I can’t risk losing Max if she doesn’t return the feelings, that would be terrible! I can already see it now:

Me: Max…I like you. No, I don’t just like you, I love you. You’re the person I care about most in the world, right next to the boys and my family. You’re more than a friend to me Max, and I want to be more than just a friend to you too. Whatdya say?

Max: Wow Niall that’s sweet but uh, no.

Me: What? But I just—

Max: I know Niall, but I don’t feel the same way. You’re just a friend to me, nothing more. Sorry.

Me: Oh…okay…

Max: But hey, no awkwardness right?

Me: Yeah, sure…no awkwardness.

Max: Alright, awesome talk buddy, see ya around!

And then ten years later maybe I would be able to look her in the eyes again.

So as I weigh my options out, I think keeping my mouth shut and staying as close to Max as I possibly can is better than being rejected.

Maybe one day…

Ah who am I kidding, Max would never see me as more than a friend.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and I stepped out, bouncing on my toes a little bit to the Justin Bieber song I was currently listening to.

Don’t judge, the guy is a legend!

I walked as fast as I could without drawing too much attention to myself as I made my way to Max--

I mean…as I made my way to the gym. I was going to the gym to work out, not to see Max.

Okay I need to stop kidding myself. Max is the only reason I ever go to the gym here lately. But hey, the abs are an added bonus too.

The hotel gym is basically just this big room surrounded by glass walls with a giant mirror in the back, and you have to use your room’s key card to get in. So as I got to the door and slid my card in, I looked through the clear glass and saw that Louis and Max were the only people inside. Louis was bouncing up and down on an exercise ball (typical) and Max was sitting on the floor with her knees drawn to her chest looking slightly worried about something (not so typical).

I slid my card in and opened the door slowly, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. It worked, seeing as Louis was so deep in thought and waving his hands around like an idiot, and Max looked like she was conflicted over punching him in the face, or running away. What the hell was going on? Max never gets worried over anything, and I mean anything. She’s always so carefree about life, just taking every obstacle with a fervor I admired. So what had her shoulder muscles so tensed up, and her brow so furrowed?

Still unnoticed and standing quietly by the door, I listened as Max and Louis spoke.

“…you’re always teasing each other—“

“I tease everyone Louis, I’m a bitch, it’s what I do!”

“and you’re the only person he lets touch his hair—“

“Okay you’re delusional.”

“You are so in love with him!”


“Wait who is Max in love with?” I hear myself say, feeling numb all over my entire body. And not because the gym was cold and I was in gym shorts.

Max is in love with someone? But...but...

Louis and Max both snapped their heads over to me. Louis was smiling away and Max looked white as a sheet. And she looked scared. Of me? But why?

“Oh, hey Niall.”

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