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"


13. The Darkness Is Back

Author's Note:

Guess who's back.

Back again.

Morgan (that's me) is back.

Tell a friend.


I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG. Honest, you have NO idea how bad I feel, like I literally could have cried when I came on here and looked at the comments and saw how long it had been since an update. I don't have a reasonable excuse but just know that I just started university and I have lots of family issues, so PLEASE bear with me. I love this story and I love all you readers so it will NOT be as long of a wait for the next update I swear. 

Again, so so so so soooooooo sorry. Don't hate me please.






Poke, poke.

Poke, poke, poke.


Poke, poke.

"Stop it."

Poke, poke, poke.

"You better quit your shit, Horan before I punch you in the nose."



"Dammit Niall you better fucking st--"

I cut myself off as I turned my whole body to face Niall, where my back had been to his chest, and looked into those beautiful blue eyes, wide awake and playful. 

And as if I could stay mad at that.

"Well good morning beautiful." He said cheerfully.

I sighed, taking in his appearance. I don't know why he was calling me beautiful when he woke up looking like a fucking model. He was propped up on his elbow, his hair a hot mess, sticking out in every which direction. It looked like sex hair to be honest, even though we didn't even have sex (which I wasn't happy about, but he's all like, "let's take it slow" and shit. Ugh why does he have to be so caring towards my feelings, I want the D).

"Niall." I groaned, fluttering my eyes back closed.

"Yes, love?" He asked all chipper, tracing his finger across my bottom lip, making me shiver.

I took in a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering back open to look at him.

"Why did you wake me up?" I managed to spit out. He just chuckled.

"Well, because it's ten o'clock, and if we get up now that will give you enough time to take a shower and eat something for lunch before going with me to the arena for soundcheck."

I just took in another breath and nodded, closing my eyes for the briefest of seconds.

It didn't last long though, because my brain decided to start working again.

"Wait!" I shouted, my eyes flying open. "It's ten o'clock?" I asked in a shrill voice. Niall nodded and I sat up quickly. "Fuck! I had sessions lined up with Dan and Liam today at 6, and then Zayn at 8, damn!" 

Niall chuckled and I shot him a glare. 

"Why are you laughing?" 

"Babe, they think you got plastered last night, remember? I really doubt they expected you to keep your sessions with them at 6 in the morning."

Oh. Right. I was 'drunk' last night. 

Niall chuckled at my expression and I turned and looked at him again, giggling.

"Oh yeah." I said stupidly. 

"And besides," Niall started, "You can just have your sessions with them tonight, after the show, when I have mine."

I scoffed. "I can't do that, I'd have to cut out Harry's session."

Niall's smile disappeared. "You're still going to train Harry?"

I cocked my head at him. "Well, yeah. It's my job, Niall. No matter how upset I am or what drama is going on, I have to do my job. You understand that, right?"

Niall looked down at the duvet and thought for a moment. 

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry." He said with a shake of his head, reaching out and taking my hand in his own. 

"Hey, look at me." I said gently. He looked up. "You have to do your job too, okay? Which means you need to get along with Harry for the sake of the band and your fans even if you're pissed at him."

Niall furrowed his brow in thought for a moment and I'll be damned if that wasn't the cutest sight in the world. Eventually though he relaxed and let out a deep breath.

"Yeah, you're right. When the hell did you get so wise?" He asked with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes and leaned down to kiss his cheek. 

"I've always been wise, I just choose to ignore it." I said simply, getting up and heading towards the shower, Niall's contagious laughter filling up the hotel room.




I was laughing at Max's stupid comment as she walked off towards the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for soundcheck and the show tonight. I was staring at her ass too, but that's just a given.

When the bathroom door closed I took in a breath and leaned back on the bed, putting my hands behind my head and staring up at the ceiling.

Never in a million years did I ever think that Max and I would end up together like this. I always hoped we would get together in the end, but that plan never included all of this Harry drama. I love Harry like my own brother, I really do, but I'm not going to let him fuck up my one chance with the best girl in the world.

Last night was amazing. Max and I aren't really an official couple yet, but we're definitely together. Somehow. We're something. And that something is better than being just friends. I think if I had to just be her friend for any longer, I probably would have exploded.

Now I just have to not fuck it up.

And keep my best mate from fucking it up as well.

About half an hour or so passed when Max finally came out of the bathroom. I was playing some stupid game on my phone but dropped it in my lap when I saw her.

She was wearing skinny jeans, converse, and a 5SOS tee she had stolen from me a few weeks back (It's a good thing I have a whole bunch more). Her hair was down and braided off to one side, and she had on some makeup but not a lot.

She was absolutely gorgeous, as always. Yet somehow she still managed to make my heart jump in my throat.

"You look hot." I spat out just as she was about to say something.

She started to laugh and I facepalmed, shaking my head.

"Wait, no, that's not what I meant." I said as I got out of the bed and walked over to her, putting my hands on her waist and pulling her against my bare chest. She looked up at me and smiled.

"You look beautiful." I murmured, pressing my lips lightly against hers.

Max smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and relaxing her shoulders. After a second or two we pulled away and looked at each other.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." I said. "Just walk right up to you and kiss you."

She smiled and tightened her hold on me. 

"Well guess what. You can do it anytime you want to now." She said happily.

"You're damn right I can." I murmured, pressing my lips against hers yet again.

I could get used to this.




I tapped out a rhythm on my foot while Niall drove to the arena where I would be hanging out with them for soundcheck. It was a closed soundcheck today, so no fans - thank goodness. The boys' fans are great, amazing, honestly. They can just be...overwhelming.

I looked over at Niall and smiled. He's so perfect. Well, not perfect. But I love him, flaws and all. So that makes him perfect.

Oh god, I just said the L word again. Well, thought it. I know I said it to him on accident once already, but I really have to train myself to stop thinking it because I'll probably just spit it out again. Which would not be good seeing as we're not official yet. But we'll get there soon enough, I'm sure. Maybe then. Maybe.

"What are you staring at?" Niall finally said, giving me a strange side look.

I smiled, shrugging my shoulders. "You, of course." I said bluntly.

Niall laughed, rolling his eyes. "Well quit, you're freaking me out."

I leaned my head back and laughed, taking his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel in my own. It was quiet for a few moments, but a comfortable quiet.

"Tell me something about yourself." Niall finally said.

I scoffed. "Niall we're best friends, you already know everything about me."

"Oh come on, there's gotta be something about you that I don't know. A deep, dark secret of some sort?"

I blanched for a moment.

'No, no, no, Max. Push that memory back down. You've come too far to think about it after all this time.' I thought to myself, squeezing my eyes shut to block out the painful memories. The Darkness.

"Babe?" Niall asked, tightening his hold on my hand to get my attention.

My eyes shot back open and I immediately put on my 'I'm fine' facade that I've gotten down to perfection. It's so routine now I don't even have to try.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just trying to think of something." I lied, the taste bitter on my tongue. I hated lying to Niall. 

"Well, what is it?" He asked playfully, oblivious to my inner turmoil.

I giggled and actually thought for a moment, still pushing back the Darkness in my head. 

"Okay I've got one." I finally said, turning in my seat to face Niall as he kept looking out at the road. "Alright don't laugh, but...this one time when I was a junior in high school, I got really drunk and climbed up the water tower in my hometown with my best friend. The worst part though was that when the cops, which included my best friend's dad, showed up and shined the lights on us, we were spray painting a giant penis on the side of the tower. It was mortifying."

Niall burst into laughter, doing his belly laugh that I adore. I grinned at his reaction to my completely true story.

So for the rest of the drive, Niall kept asking me questions about my stupid past when I was a full-time party girl. Don't get me wrong, I still party, but only part-time now.

We eventually pulled up to the arena just as I finished a story about going skinny dipping in my neighbor's pool and getting caught. Niall quickly parked the car and jogged around to open my door for me, still giggling like an idiot. An adorable idiot, that is.

"You ready?" He asked, taking my hand in his own and looking at me expectantly.

By 'ready', I'm pretty sure he meant, 'Ready to go show them that we're not an official couple but basically together and most likely cause some more drama between Harry?'

Which I was more than ready for. That's how much this soon-to-be-but-not-right-now relationship meant to me. So I nodded and squeezed his hand, letting him lead me in the arena.

And at that moment, with Niall holding my hand tight, I was so happy, even in the face of impending drama.

But at the same time, the Darkness had shown back up in my mind, and it was growing by the second. 

And I'm not sure how long I could keep it at bay.



Author's Note:


Ooooo, what could this 'Darkness' in Max be? Leave thoughts and comments and suggestions in the comments below please!

AND AGAIN, I am so incredibly sorry for taking 74823748329 years to update. I'm such a jerk, and feel free to tell me so in the comments below, because it's true. It WON'T be as long of a wait until next update though, PINKY PROMISE.

Love you all!

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