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"


9. Points for Horan



As soon as I was away from the boys, I looked around frantically for somewhere to hide. I spotted a broom closet and jumped at it, throwing myself in the small, dark room and shutting the door behind me.

I wasn't crying, I was already cried out from before. 

But I was hyperventilating, which kind of sucks.

I sat down on an upturned bucket and put my hand over my mouth to try and muffle the sounds coming out of me.

Oh my fucking gosh.

I just told Niall I was in love him.

On fucking accident!

Only me, I swear.

How could I let this happen?! I mean, I know I often voice whatever thoughts pop into my cute little head, but I'm always so careful about not saying my feelings about Niall out loud. And now he, and all the boys, know that I'm in love with him.

And to make things worse, I ran away after apologizing

 I think I need to be placed into a mental institution. Seriously, it's the only solution I can think of at this point.

I didn't see any of the other boys' expressions, I was too mortified for that, but I did see Niall's immediate reactions.

Surprise. Shock. Disbelief.

And one other emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Disgust, probably. I mean, he only thinks of me as a friend, and nothing more. I'm eternally friendzoned, that is a fact I have graciously accepted. But at this point, I don't know if I'll even be able to look him in the eye ever again.

I jumped when suddenly my iPhone buzzed in my pocket. I took a deep breath and shook my head, pulling it out.

...That's what he said.

Wow Max, you're going to be a pervert at a time like this?

I unlocked my phone, and I had to squint my eyes when the light came on in the dark broom closet.

So. This is what my life has come to. Hiding from my friends in a disgusting broom closet, sitting on a bucket, hiding from my best friends.

My mother would be so proud.


From 'Zaynie Baby'

Where r u?


I took a deep breath before responding.


To 'Zaynie Baby'

Hiding under a rock. Just leave me alone guys.


From 'Zaynie Baby'

It's just me, not wit the boys. Where r u?


Oh. So it's just Zayn...I could handle that.


To 'Zaynie Baby'

In a broom closet.


From 'Zaynie Baby'

Wow Max. That helps me a lot.


I was just in the process of responding, telling him to go fuck himself, or something along those lines, when the door to the broom closet suddenly flung open, filling the whole room with light. I screamed, falling off my bucket in the process.

"You alright there?" Zayn's voice called out, amused. I looked up at him annoyed, sprawled out on the floor.

"Shut the fuck up and help me." I said bluntly. He laughed, but helped me up nonetheless.

As I stood up, I straightened out my shirt and dusted off my jeans while Zayn just looked at me, chuckling. 

"Oh quit laughing Malik." I spat.

"Alright, alright. What are you doing in here?" 

"Well y'know Zayn, broom closets are my favorite place. I mean, the smell of moldy mops and bleach? I just love it. Whenever people say, 'Hey Max, what's your happy place?', you know what I say? Broom closets mothafucka."

I looked at Zayn with my famous smart-ass expression and he glared right back.

"Max, you don't have to lash out at me with sarcasm just because you're a dumbass."

My jaw dropped and I did that annoying high pitched scoff that girly-girls do when their daddy buys them the black iPhone 5 instead of the white one, or the Starbucks worker forgets to make their pumpkin spice latte low-fat.

Oh dear God what has become of me?

But Zayn did have a point. My sarcasm is already bitchy enough and I just made it bitchier towards him even though he came of his own free will to check on my mental state of mind (which is fucked up beyond repair at this point and forever more).

Not cool Max.

I closed my mouth and uncrossed my arms. "Sorry." I muttered.

"It's okay. Come on, follow me."

Zayn reached for my arm to pull me out of the broom closet but I backed away. "No, no, no, no. No way in hell am I going back in there and facing everyone!"

"Max you have to." Zayn stated simply. "You can't run away from this. You have to face your problems, hiding from everyone in a broom closet isn't going to fix your relationship with Niall."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh quit with your philosophical bullshit Zayn. I'm not like you! I'm not brave!"

Zayn stared at me with a bewildered expression. "Are you fucking kidding me Max? You're the bravest person I've ever met! You say what you want, when you want to, and how you want to say it without giving two shits about anyone else. You do every single dare us boys throw at you, and you never hesitate to do what needs to be done, even if you're not sure of the outcome. Fuck, Max. You're more of a man than I am the majority of the time!"

I just stared.

"You...you really think all that?" I asked quietly. 

"Yes!" He laughed breathlessly. "Damn Max. You're going to be a pussy about talking to Niall? Niall? He's your best friend! Just confront him and work out all this shit."

Zayn extended his hand to me and I just stared at it.

I felt like Hamlet right then. You know, 'To be or not to be' and all that? 

Except I was thinking, 'To be or not to be...a terrified little chicken shit.'

"Ugh damn you Malik." I finally said, putting my hand in his and letting him pull me out of the broom closet.

Zayn laughed and said, "Anytime Mercer."

Just as we were making our way back to where the other boys were located, Harry came around a corner further up the hallway in a rush, cussing under his breath. He had his hand over his nose though, and his shirt was all twisted up.

"Harry?" Zayn called out. "You alright m--"

Zayn cut himself off as Harry stopped a few feet in front of us and lowered his hand.

Holy. Shit.

Harry's nose was bleeding terribly and his eyes were dark with fury. 

"Harry what happened?!" I shouted, running up to him and reaching up to take his chin in my hand, turning his face from side to side to inspect the damage.

Harry cursed under his breath but let me look at him nonetheless.

"Niall fucking punched me in the face." Harry muttered.

A split second passed.

Then Zayn started laughing. 

"Zayn you asshole shut up!" Harry shouted, jerking his chin out of my hand and covering his face again.

While Zayn clutched his stomach from laughter and Harry held his head back to stop the blood flow, I just stood there. Speechless.

Niall punched Harry?

What the actual fuck?

What the hell is going on?

"What-- How did-- Why?" I finally managed to sputter out, looking up at Harry with an expression that I would venture to guess showed just how completely blown my mind was.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I was being a dick, I had it coming." He stated simply. "Liam and Louis left, I think he's waiting on you back in there. You should go talk to him."

When I didn't respond for a moment, Harry looked at me with an intense gaze. "We'll talk later okay? About...before."

My cheeks flushed red as I thought about what we had been doing just ten or so minutes before.

"O-Okay." I stuttered out, looking away from his dark green eyes.

I turned and faced Zayn, who was looking at me sympathetically. "Thanks Zayn." I said seriously.

"No problem Mercer." He smiled.

I glanced back at Harry one more time before making my way to where Niall was waiting for me.

What was I going to say when I saw him? I mean, I'm still crazy pissed at him for being such an asshole, but like Zayn said, he is my best friend. I don't know what the hell his problem is at the moment, but do I really want to let that create a wedge between our friendship?

Hell no. I can't imagine not being close with Niall. Oh God...what if he doesn't even want to be friends anymore? I would fall apart and die. You think I'm kidding but that is a serious possibility. I have no one else besides him and the boys. My parents don't give two shits about me, they don't even know where I am. The only time my 'friends' from back home try to get back in contact with me now is when they want concert tickets or when they ask if I can introduce them to the boys. 

I'm honestly alone without those five idiots.

This scary thought crossed my mind right as I re-entered the room I had been in just minutes before. I looked up with a somber expression and saw Niall pacing with his back turned to me.

He was wearing low slung gray joggers, white supras, and a fitted white tshirt which showed off his toned back muscles. He had a red snapback on and he was restlessly adjusting it out of frustration.

For a couple seconds I just stood in the doorway, admiring his physique. He was beautiful. I mean yeah, he's crazy hot and I'd love to do some dirty deeds on his sexy self, but when I put all that lustfulness aside, I'm able to see that Niall is truly...beautiful.

Niall turned around then and saw me, a look of surprise coming across his face. He hadn't known I was in the room after all. Then he started to look really nervous, in a cute way. He averted his eyes away from mine, looking anywhere but at me, stuffing his hands in his pockets and scuffing his shoes on the floor.

Awkward silence... Initiate.

Finally after a few seconds Niall lifted his head up at me in exasperation. 

"Dammit Max I'm sorry. I've been such an asshole lately and I don't know what's wrong with me. I hurt your feelings over and over again even though you haven't done anything. And I didn't mean what I said before, you look fucking fantastic. I mean..." He looked me up and down appreciatively. "Yeah. And when I saw you with Harry," A look of anger came across his face and he had to take a breath before continuing, "I just got so mad because you deserve better than him. Not that Harry isn't a good guy, he is, but you deserve even better, you deserve like...like a king or something. And I just wish I could take the past two days back, so we could go back to how we were and I--"

I silenced Niall by striding over to him and throwing my arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He was so caught off guard that he stumbled backwards, but caught me nonetheless. He wrapped his arms around my lower back and held me tighter against him.

Hugging Niall was like breathing. Second nature, something I was born to do. My body molded perfectly against his, where my face could press into his broad chest and he could rest his chin on top of my head. He and I were like two perfect puzzle pieces.

"Can we just erase the past two days?" I mumbled against Niall's chest. When he didn't say anything for a moment, I looked up at him. His blue eyes sparkled, and I had to catch my breath. "Let's just erase everything. Start over, pretend you weren't an asshole--"


"--and pretend I didn't make out with your best friend--"

"Well that'll be difficult--"

"--and pretend I didn't word vomit all over you."

Niall was silent for a moment at that one. 

"Max, did you mean what you said before? About...y'know?"

He blushed bright red as he said that, and I couldn't help but note how adorable he was. But more important than his adorableness was getting us back to normal, like we used to be. Which meant that I had to do something I hated more than anything else in the world:

I had to lie to Niall.

"Of course not." I said with an awkward laugh, averting eye contact. "That just sorta came out, I don't even know why I said it. You know me, I just say stuff all the time without even thinking about it. Don't think twice about that, it was just me being weird. So...still best friends?"

A slight look of doubt passed over Niall's face, and then another look followed soon after. A look of...disappointment?

Nah, it couldn't be. 

Whatever the look was, it was gone in just a second, being replaced with a tight smile.

"Yeah of course we're still best friends." He said. "Just like we used to be. And I'm sorry again for that whole 'eh' thing back out on stage. Trust me babe, you don't look 'eh' at all. You look fucking amazing. But I mean, you always do, it's not just a today thing."

I blushed bright red and smiled. My Niall was back.

"Oh stop it you." I joked with a meek smile, swatting him on the arm. "Oh and I'm sorry you walked in on me and Harry making out." I added bluntly.

Niall scrunched up his face in disgust as he thought about me and Harry and our...earlier endeavors.

"Don't you mean you're sorry you made out with him?" He asked me with a raised eyebrow.

"Hell no." I responded immediately, getting a further look of shock from Niall. "That boy knows how to kiss, lemme tell ya."

Niall scoffed and I winked cheekily before pulling myself out of his arms and starting to head for the door. I expected him to follow me, but got something much more unexpected.

I hadn't taken two steps when suddenly Niall grabbed my wrist and spun me around, pulling me flush against his body to where I had to rest a hand on his chest to brace myself. I looked up slowly, his face mere inches away from mine.

Holy. Shit. 

What is going on right now?

"Well you obviously have low expectations if you think Harry is a good kisser."

"Excuse m--"

"I mean, I've never kissed Harry, but trust me," Niall leaned down and whispered hotly in my ear, making me shiver. "There's better out there. You just have to know where to look Maxie."

Mother of God, Niall fucking Horan is seducing me.

He pulled back just then and looked me dead in the eyes. 

How the actual hell am I still standing at this point?

He started to lean down just then and I kept thinking, 'Holy fucking shit Niall is going to kiss me oh my gosh he's going to put his perfect mouth on mine and it's going to cause a cataclysmic explosion because he's perfect and I'm so in love with him and oh sweet Jesus this is actually happening and--'

But then he didn't.

That little asshole moved his mouth at the last second and kissed me on the cheek.

The fuck...?

Niall pulled his lips away from my cheek and looked at me, grinning at my bewildered expression.

Then the prick had to put the cherry on top with his sexy Irish accent and say,

"So I suggest you start looking darling."

Then he walked around me, and out of the room.

I turned slowly on my heel, looking at the open doorway to where the guy I'm hopelessly in love with just exited.

So I started out the day thinking I was going to make Niall swoon over me, yet here I am now, weak at the knees, speechless at his seductive actions towards me.

"Well then Horan. Points for you." I muttered to myself in the empty room.

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