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"

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5. Trickster.

-LOUIS' POV-

Oh.

My.

God.

How did I not see it before?!

As I watched the argument between Niall and Max unfold before my eyes, I realized something:

The mystery guy that Max liked wasn't Zayn.

It was him.

Niall.

It all makes sense now! How Max would always look at him more than the rest of us, the way she was so concerned over his knee injury, her cutsie texts to him late at night, the lingering touches...

Max had the hots for Niall!

That's why she got so mad at Niall over his accusation: He was mad at her for not telling him about her feelings for someone, but she couldn't tell him, because it was him!

But there was still one puzzle piece missing. Why did Niall get so upset in the first place?

Or could it be...

No, there's no way.

But maybe...

My brain stopped running wild with theories about the drama going on when I heard the door slam shut and Niall and I both watched Max storm away towards the lobby elevators. When she was out of sight, I watched as Niall took his hat off to run a hand through his hair in frustration. He inhaled sharply and let out a weird sound of anger as he threw his hat on the ground with as much force as he could.

"God, fucking Max, she can't even accept a damn apology!" He shouted, turning around to face me with a manic look on his face. "I mean, Jesus Christ! I told her I was sorry! I know I overreacted and I said I apologized for it! But did she accept my apology? No! For fuck's sake, she has to make every damn thing difficult! Honestly Louis, has she ever just done something the simple way?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but didn't get the chance.

"No! She doesn't! Because God forbid Maxime Adelina Mercer take the easy route for anything. She's got to go and be so fucking analytical about every single detail and-- Louis why are you looking at me like that?"

I grinned even wider as I looked at one of my best mates. 

"Well I'll be damned." I almost whispered.

"Louis you're freaking me out, what's wrong with you?"

I started to laugh and Niall's eyes just got even wider. 

Which of course just made me fall into hysterics.

Niall watched me silently as I clutched my stomach from laughing so hard. As I finally started to calm down, I wiped a tear away from my eye with a chuckle. I looked up at my mate and let out a sigh, shaking my head.

"I can't believe I didn't see it before." I muttered.

"See what?" Niall asked incredulously. I looked up at him. 

"That you love her."

 

-NIALL'S POV-

"That you love her." Louis said simply, grinning at me like a complete idiot.

"W-What?" I managed to stutter out. I took a step back away from Louis and sort of tripped over a dumbell, but luckily caught myself before falling and busting my ass. Louis just looked on in amusement. "I do not like Max! Sh-She's just a friend Lou! She drives me crazy! What are you talking about?"

Louis nodded his head in mock thoughtfulness. "She drives you crazy huh?"

"Yes! She drives me batshit insane! I could never have feelings for her! And besides, we're just friends!"

Way to go Niall, make your voice all squeaky and shit, that'll make your lie more believable.

"What does she do that annoys you?" Louis asked with a tilt to his head and a mischievous look in his eyes that I had grown to recognize in our years together.

"Uh, sh-she's always chewing with her mouth open." I said stupidly.

What? It's the first thing that came to mind!

Louis fought to keep a grin off of his face.

"Is that all?"

"No!" I replied quickly. Fuck, what do I say now? "Max is always, erm, she- she takes my food sometimes! And she always takes my phone and tweets from my account! Well, I guess that doesn't really bother me, she just replies to the fans when I don't have time, and that's kind of nice. Um...oh! She's always giving me shit about my knee and having surgery on it even though I've told her a thousand times that I want to wait until-- well, I guess that's not too bad, she is just concerned about me after all. It's sweet of her actually. Ah...I know! I really hate how when we're talking she'll suddenly start speaking in French and she doesn't realize it and I have no idea what she's saying and it doesn't matter that she looks so cute when she's babbling on in that really sexy accent of hers, and I don't care that her eyes kind of sparkle when she speaks French, even though I have no fucking idea what she's saying and--"

Oh.

Oh I get it now.

Nice one, Louis.

"Louis you asshole you tricked me!"

Louis just held his hands up like the cheeky idiot he is. "I did nothing. That was all you my friend. Oh and, 'the way her eyes dazzle'?" He let out a low whistle and narrowed his eyes at me. "You've got it bad, my friend."

"I do not! She's just a friend, and a hot friend at that. I'm allowed to think that my friend is hot! And besides, I could never think of Max like that, she's like a..."

I glanced at Louis who was giving me an expression that said 'stop trying'.

"Aw fuck it." I finally said. "Okay Louis, you win! I'm in love with Max! Are you happy now?!"

Louis grinned in satisfaction and stood up, walking towards me and clapping a hand on my shoulder. 

"Very." He said cheerfully before making his way towards the door.

"Wait that's it?" I called after him. Louis stopped and turned to me. "You get me to confess my love for Max then just leave? No questions? Cheeky comments? Teasing remarks?"

Louis just shrugged casually. "Nah. I didn't get you to admit so I could make fun of you, I did it so that you would admit it to yourself. I figure maybe that'll show you that you need to do something about your feelings, instead of keeping them bottled up and letting them fester. If you keep doing that Niall...you're going to lose her."

With that, Louis walked out of the gym, leaving me alone.

I could lose Max? 

Wait...

Have I already lost her?

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