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"


8. Jump.


Okay. Could someone please tell me what the fucking fuck is going on?!

Harry Styles is kissing me.



Harry fucking Styles is kissing ME.

Well erm...this is new.

At first I just sort of stood there, eyes wide open and rigid as a statue. But then, I don't know. I started to, you know...

Kiss him back.

Don't look at me like that! What would you do if Harry Styles just kissed you out of the blue? Be glad I'm not jumping his fine ass self right now!

I mean, the dude pisses me off. And when I say he pisses me off, I mean he pisses me off to the point where I've actually contemplated throwing him into a pit of acid. He's always giving me shit, about anything and everything! I can't even breathe in the same room as him without getting some flack. I suppose I still consider him a friend because I don't actually hate him or want to kill him (most of the time), and I know he's just teasing me, but it gets really fucking annoying sometimes.

But hey, I'll give Curly some credit, he sure does know how to kiss. His lips were rough against mine, but soft at the same time.

Okay that didn't make any sense.

I mean, he was pressing his lips hard against my own, but the texture was so soft. His hands had moved away from my face with one at the nape of my neck and the other dangerously low on my waist. I fisted one hand in his black tshirt and the other in his delicious curls and oh sweet baby Jesus, his hair was PERFECT. When I let him put his tongue in my mouth I couldn't help but moan. Curly can work wonders with his tongue, lemme tell ya.

A few seconds passed and Harry pushed me back against the medical table, putting both his hands behind my thighs and hoisting me up to sit on top of it. Then he put his hands on my legs and pried my thighs apart so he could stand in between them. Both my hands were in his hair now, and he moaned when I raked my nails across his scalp.

That's right bitches.

I just made Harry Styles moan.

Holy shitcakes, this is some of the best making out I've ever done. And I've made out with a lot of guys, most of them French, so that's really saying something.

Points for you Styles.

I don't know exactly how long we were making out, but it got rather heated. My stomach was exposed from my short crop top, and Harry ran his calloused hands all over my bare skin, making me shiver. The kiss got sloppier by the second, but neither of us cared. We weren't thinking about anything, just each other. I could deal with the particulars later.

And by particulars, I mean the motivating reason behind why I am currently making out with Harry Styles, who is best friends with Niall Horan, whom I'm hopelessly in love with, all the while with me not being able to stand Harry whatsoever.

But eh, it's whatevs right?


That's what Niall said, back on the stage.

About my appearance.

Does he really think I'm just 'eh'? 

I put a lot of work into how I look today.

And I was just...



I mean he thinks he can just--

MAX STOP. You're making out with Harry, stop thinking about that Irish fucktard.

I put my focus back on Harry, holding him even tighter against me, and deepening the kiss. He responded eagerly, as I expected. He was a guy after all. 

Everything was going great, I wasn't thinking about anything except Harry's lips against my own when suddenly...

"What the hell is going on?!"


Fuck you, you Irish fucker. Interrupting all the damn time.

Ya cockblock.

I was reluctant to break apart, but Harry jumped away from me like I was a hot potato or something.

Huh, hot potato. That's a fairly accurate description of me.

I stayed where I was, sighing dramatically and rolling my head lazily to look at Niall. He was in the doorway, with the other three goons craning their necks over his shoulder, looks of shock on their face. Niall on the other hand just looked downright furious. Asshole.

"Oh, erm, hey boys that wasn't what it looked like. Max here was just uh, showing me something and we um..." Harry choked out, scratching the back of his head and looking at me for help. I just rolled my eyes at him though.

"We were doing exactly what it looked like." I stated bluntly, getting surprised looks from everyone. Except Niall that is. "What the fuck does it matter to you? Quit looking so pissed off Irish." I said rudely, crossing my ankles and arms, still sitting on the medical table. I know my lips were swollen, but I didn't really give a fuck.

Niall scoffed and bit his lip to keep from saying something he would most likely regret, knowing me and my temper. He took a deep breath before speaking slowly, anger dripping from his thick Irish accented voice. "Max, what is wrong with you? You can't just go make out with anyone you want to. And you!" He turned to Harry then, and Harry jumped back a little bit. "Why would you go do that, you can't stand her and she hates you! Who gave you the right to go and kiss her when she--"

"Hey back off!" I interrupted loudly, jumping off the table and storming over to Niall, fury all over my face. He was shocked, but stood his ground.

"Don't give Harry any shit you dickwad!" I shouted, getting right up in his face. He didn't budge though, and his face was stone cold. "He came in here to make me feel better because you," I poked him in the chest. "made me feel like shit out there on the stage! I know you all think I'm some badass without any feelings, but you're wrong! Harry came in here and saw me crying and he kissed me, so I kissed him back. I can kiss whoever the fuck I want to Niall, it's none of your damn business! So just laissez-moi le baiser seul et--" I stopped, realizing I had started speaking French again. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves. "Just stop acting like you own me. I am my own person, and I make my own damn choices. So leave me the hell alone okay?" I finally said very slowly.

I looked up at Niall's gorgeous blue eyes.

Fuck. My. Life.

Even when I'm so pissed off I could throw bleach in his eyes, he still manages to make me weak at the knees with just one look.

What the fuck, Life? Could you possibly be any more complicated?

Niall said nothing, just kept staring at me with an unreadable expression. All four other boys were dead silent while Niall and I had our silent standoff, standing chest-to-chest, with me having to crane my neck to look up at him.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Neither of us were going to look away.

"Ugh, fuck you Niall." I said, shoving him out of the doorway and trying to push my way out into the hallway. Liam, Louis, and Zayn immediately moved out of the way from their spots behind Niall.

"Max wait." Niall said, grabbing my wrist and turning me back around to face him.

"What?" I hissed.

"Please don't hate me." He said quietly, still holding onto my arm.


Definitely didn't see that one coming.

Touché Life. Touché.

He was afraid I hated him just because we were fighting? Ha! Like I could ever actually hate him.

"I don't hate you, you idiot, I'm in love with you!"




I just said that out loud.



"I don't hate you, you idiot, I'm in love with you!"

I froze. 

Max is in love with me?

Are you fucking serious right now?

Max's gorgeous face paled and she opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. I, on the other hand, was completely numb. I'm not sure if I was breathing or not. Hell, I think my heart might have actually stopped.

Liam, Louis, and Zayn were standing behind Max, and I saw their jaws drop out of the corner of my eye. Well, Zayn's and Liam's did. Louis just sort of dropped his head in mild amusement.


Harry was still standing behind me, so I don't know how he reacted. I didn't really give a fuck though. I was still pissed at him.

"I-I'm sorry!" Max suddenly shouted, ripping her hand out of my grip and spinning abruptly, literally running away.

"No, Max wait!" I shouted, starting to run after her. 

I was stopped though.

"Louis move!" I yelled, trying to shove his hands off my chest. He continued to hold me back though.

"No Niall. You can't go after her, not right now." He said calmly.

"Why the hell not?! I've got to fix this!" 

"No." Louis said immediately. "She's probably mortified right now, give her some space. Not to mention that she's still pissed off at you."

"Well someone needs to go make sure she's alright!" I yelled.

"I got it." Zayn said, and I watched as he walked past Louis and I in the direction of where Max had just disappeared. I sighed and stepped back away from Louis. I wanted to be the one to go after her, but Louis did have a point.

And there was also someone else I had to deal with.

I turned on my heel and took two more steps back into the medical room.

"Harry you fucking asshole what do you think you were doing?!" 

"Niall stop!" Liam shouted, but I ignored him. I stormed up to a very surprised looking Harry, grabbing his tshirt and pulling him towards me.

"Don't you ever touch her again do you hear me?!" Liam and Louis both grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back away from Harry but that didn't shut me up. "You stay the hell away from her! Don't touch her!"

"Hey she kissed me too!" He yelled back.

"Harry shut up!" Liam shouted, still holding me back from punching that curly headed jerk.

"She did! Max doesn't belong to you Niall, she can kiss who she wants!" He smirked. "And she kissed me."

"Fuck you!" I tore myself out of Liam and Louis' arms and jumped at Harry.

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