Maggie's BOYS

"Starting over is easy.....said no one....ever!"





Follow me... as I embark on a new, crazy and utterly insane road to self-discovery as a MENTOR/HANDLER/TBD for the super group One Direction. Be there as I forge relationships with these five young men, learn who I bond with and who I don’t. Heart strings are pulled, buttons are pushed, and lines are crossed. Is this the excitement and adventure that I had in mind or am I on a journey that is destined for disaster.

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20. Do What Makes You Happy

CHAPTER NINETEEN

 

~~~Louis’s POV~~~

 

“Bloody hell, Nina!” I roared into the receiver. “Why are you making my life so damn difficult?”

“I’m not Louis, the other boys are on board, why aren’t you?”

“Because I’m the fucking smart one, that’s why.”

“Lou, you are being ridiculous right now.”

“How so?” I ask, knowing I piss her off when I constantly question her, but to be honest, I find it quite entertaining.

“Louis!”

“What?” I ask with a smirk that she cannot see.

“Listen, you are doing nothing but wasting my time right now.” She says with a bit of bite in her voice. “You know that majority rules, and you my dear boy have been out numbered 4 to 1, so get over it already. Ms. Kincaid is here to stay…hopefully, whether you like it or not.”

“Ouch Nina, why so harsh?”

“Just be in the lobby by 1:30pm, and Louis the dress is evening attire, in other words no jeans, skinny or otherwise.” She barks.

“Whaaaat?”

“Goodbye Louis,” she says right before the line goes dead.

Ugh…what the fuck? I grumble tossing my phone down on the cushion beside me. I can’t believe she just hung up on me, well yes I can…I probably would have hung up on me too.

Dammit!!! It drives me mad the way that girl has everyone eating out of the palm of her hand, everyone that is…but me, I say to myself as I start to pace the floor. Who in the hell does she think she is, anyway? What is it about her that makes so bloody special?

I guess she is just the shiny new toy that everyone wants to play with, once the new finally wears off, everything and everyone will be back to normal. That has got to be it, I tell myself as I grab a bottle of Corona from the fridge.

I refuse to allow myself to fall for her game like everyone else…besides who care’s that she has these big beautiful green eyes, or a sweet infectious southern drawl or when she innocently giggles at just the right time. Ugh!!! What the fuck am I saying? My subconscious seems to have suddenly taken over my thoughts.

I don’t care, I don’t care, I…don’t…fucking…care. I half sing half shout out loud.

I don’t care that her eyes light up when she smiles. I don’t care that she chews on the corner of her bottom lip when she’s nervous. I don’t care that she smells like sweet vanilla and cinnamon and I definitely don’t care that she makes my heart race, the way no girl ever has before.

Oh God…I mumble softly as I sink into the plush blue arm chair, feeling defeated. What is happening to me? Maggie Kincaid is what is happening to you…my subconscious blatantly announces.

 

~~~Maggie’s POV~~~

 

“Breathe Mags,” Melissa tells me for what seems like the hundredth time during our hour long conversation. “It will be alright.”

“Alright my ass.” I snap back. “I can’t stand him and now I have to spend like two hours with him.”

“Look Maggie, I know you better than anyone and you will get through this, I promise.”

“I am glad that you think so, but you’re not the one who has to face someone who has been nothing but hateful and disrespectful to you, from the moment that they met you.”

“Maggie!!!”

“What?”

“Why are you letting him get to you like this?” She demands.

“Like what?”

“Margot Dianna Kincaid!”

“Whaaaat?” I half laugh, she never uses my whole name unless she is aggravated.

“Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“In all the years that we have known each other, you have never let anyone effect your emotions like this, why start now?”

“No one has ever treated me like this before.”

“Sure they have, you were just too smart and too cool to care.”

“Really?”

“Yes really.” She says. “Do you remember Kenzie McDonald?”

“Vaguely.”

“She was horrible to you during our freshman year of High School and you would just laugh her off, you never let anything she did or say bother you.”

“So, she acted like that because she was one of those “mean girls”, and it was her job to treat people like they were beneath her.”

“Okay, what about Chuck Dunbar?”

“Please Melissa, he acted like a douche because I wouldn’t go out with him and that has nothing to do with this situation. Louis does not like me, plain and simple and I do not know why it bothers me…it just does.”

“Well I think there is more to it than just him not liking you, and maybe you should take advantage of this one-on-one opportunity to find out. You’re not some weak insecure little girl Maggie, so stop acting like it!”

“God Melissa, you don’t have to yell.” I say smiling in my best whiny voice. “I will try…okay?”

“Is your rant over now?”

“Yes, I suppose it is.” I say smugly.

“Good, now tell me everything else that has happened since the last time we spoke and don’t you dare leave anything out.”

I spend the next half hour or so telling her all about my little adventure so far, well what I could remember of it anyway. I purposely left out the kiss though, I want to tell her, but I know she is going to flip and then she will try to break it down and analyze it.

“That Harry seems a little flirty don’t you think?”

“Umm…maybe a little.” I say admit.

“Maggieee?”

“Yes, Melissa?”

“What are you not telling me?” She says in her I know your lying to me tone of voice.

“Nothing, I swear.” I giggle.

“You’re lying.”

“Am not.” I giggle more.

“Maggieee.”

“He kissed me.” I whisper.

“He WHAT?”

“He kissed me.” I say a little louder.

“Who kissed you…Harry?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God Maggie…did you kiss him back?”

“Yes.”

“And……?”

“And, what?”

“And…how was it?”

“It was fine.” I say.

“Stop lying, you would not have even mentioned it, if it had just been fine.”

“You know I really hate you sometimes.”

“No you don’t, you love me all the time, even when I nag you to death…so again…how was it?”

“Oh Melissa, it was so magical, it was like nothing I have ever felt before. From the way he held me in his arms when we kissed to the fact that my whole body seemed to go into convulsions with every motion, I have never in my life felt passion like that, I didn’t know that those kind of feelings even existed and now I am so confused.” I confess.

“Wow, I did not expect that.”

“Expect what?” I ask.

“Expect you to be that honest with me. Usually you are very guarded with that kind of stuff.”

“I’m not guarded, I just never had anything very interesting to say.”

“You never tell me about what goes on between you and Matt.”

“Uh…because he is your brother…that’s why. I told you about Brett.”

“You told me that he had a small dick and a short tongue and that’s all you would say about it.”

“Honestly Melissa, did I really need to say anything else?” I say laughing.

“No, I guess you’re right, but there were others that you wouldn’t tell me about.”

“No, not really, when I would tell you that nothing happened it was because nothing really happened, you just chose not to believe me.” I reminded her. “Why are we even talking about the past anyway? I want to talk about what is happening right now.”

“Your right, back to the topic at hand. Oh my God I can’t believe he kissed you! What are you going to do now?”

“I’m not going to do anything, I told him that it could never happen again.”

“And…how did he respond to that?”

“At first not very well, but he came around, kind of.”

“What do you mean kind of?”

“He said that he was a patient man and that he would wait until I was ready.”

“Did he now?”

“Yep, and I told him that he could be waiting a long time.”

“What did he say to that?”

“He said something like we will see about that.”

“Wow, he sounds serious.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s just a lust thing, I mean shit we don’t even really know each other yet, so it can’t be anything else but lust.”

“Maybe, but I think I would want to explore that a little further.”

“I am sure you would, you little slut.” I laugh.

“Hey now, I’m just being honest.”

“Oh, I know you are.”

I spent the next twenty minutes with Melissa trying to convince me of all the reasons why I should just go for it, every time I would shoot reason down, she would come up with another one. Right before we hung up she told me that she loved me and that above all else I should do what makes me happy. Kissing Harry definitely makes me happy, but he never know that.

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