My Secret

Max's P.O.V
"Oh! Hey, didn't think I was gone that long." I said trailing off at the end. "Are you kidding me? You didn't know how long you were! You didn't see the fucking sun go down an hour or so ago!" My mood started to worsen even worse, I was afraid. I don't wanna do something I regret, when I get pissed off all I see is red and it's like a whole other person takes over and gets into a horrible rage. I snapped my eyes at Harry, shooting daggers at him. Ivory must have seen it because she shook her head at me. "WELL I'M SORRY FOR GOING TO MY PARENT'S AND FRIEND'S GRAVE! I'M SORRY FOR MOURNING LIKE A FUCKING WUSS I AM! I'M SORRY FOR BEING SCARED TO LET OTHER PEOPLE INTO MY LIFE LIKE I DID THEM! FUCK YOU!" They all stared at me, wide eyed. Ivory took my hand, "Excuse us for a sec. Kay?" They nodded. She pulled me into my room and handed me my boxing stuff. "Go box Max. You're pissed. Go get some anger out. I'll go get the supplies and tell the boys to leave you be." I nodded, afraid I'd burst, again. Fuck, this day has really been emotional. "Oh and the boys will be sleeping over but you already knew that. I'm just reminding you." She walked out of the room and I collapsed on my bed. I brought my hands up to my head and ran my fingers through my hair. I only sat there a couple seconds more before I changed into red shorts and a black tank-top, put my nikes on, put my hair into a ponytail, wrapped my hands in bandage wrap, and put on kick boxing gloves. I picked up my phone and walked to the gym (A/N: The gym is in Max's house.). I heard the front door close and the T.V turn on to some action movie. I went into the gym and slammed the door behind me, I smirked knowing some things out there rattled with the door. I plugged my phone into speakers and played some music. I stretched for a good few minutes and hoped over to the punching bag. "THAT'S *punch* FOR *punch* BEING *jab* SUCH *jab* A DICK! *uppercut* "AND THIS IS FOR KILLING MY PARENTS!" *several punches and uppercuts with a few roundhouse kicks and a couple of jabs* "AND THIS IS IS FOR ME BEING A TOTAL JACKASS AND NOT CONTROLLING MYSELF!" *more shit that I'm to lazy to type but just imagine something that comes into that little mind of yours* "THIS IS FOR THINKING I COULD LET PEOPLE INTO MY LIFE AND FAILING TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE I LOVED THE MOST!" * a serious beat down occurs on the punching bag* I screamed my lungs out, the boys could probably hear me perfectly. I fell down on my knees, scuffing them up while doing so. "Fuck, ugh! Max, your a fucking retard!" I hit the ground a little to hard to my liking and cracked something in my hand. I let out an ear piercing scream but quickly muffled it by placing my head into the ground for it to be absorbed. I held onto my hand with my other hand and rocked back and forth holding in screams and shouts of pain. I couldn't bare the pain any longer so I slowly stood up and shuffled my way to the door (A/N: Not the dance shuffle but the actual shuffling of your feet.). Before I could open the door, someone opened the door swiftly and almost knocked me over. "Max! Are you alright love?" I shook my head at Liam, still holding many screams. He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the living room. "Niall, go get a first aid kit! Be quick though." Niall nodded and left. Liam carefully took my hand and took of my boxing stuff (A/N: Only the gloves and wrapping you dirty-minded person ;P). Zayn and Louis hovered over Liam, who was kneeling on the ground in front of me. Harry stayed back, obviously not sure if I wanted him here. I sighed, "Harry, you can come here if you want." His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. He ran over and sat next to me, shaking the couch while at it. I winced for like the third time today, causing Liam to worry even more. "Damn, you boxed hard!" I looked up to Zayn who was smiling a little at me. "More like punched the floor hard." I muttered which caused Liam to lift an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to punch the bag?". "I did punch the bag but I punched the floor out of frustration and kinda on accident." Louis chuckled, "Are you that clumsy?" I nodded, "I am by far, the most clumsiest person on Earth." Niall came back into the room with at least five first kit boxes. "I'm sorry I took so long! I didn't know which ones to get!" I chuckled, "Thanks, for everything. I'm not talking about just you Niall. I'm talking about all of you. I'm a wreck but you guys seem to find any and every way to help me. It means so much to me.". "I swear, you bipolar!" All heads turned to Harry who was smiling at himself. "Why do ya think that?". "Simple. First you're sad, then you're severely pissed off, then you're all emotional and happy! It's weird." I sat there thinking over how to word what I was going to say. "Well, hell. I am different, you already knew that though. I'm not bipolar, I'm just a mess right now. An emotional hell is in my head. It's a feeling nobody would ever want or think of. Every second of the day, I have a battle with myself. I'm not truly happy, seriously. I can never be happy, not when I'm like this. I can't always be calm, honestly I'm having a hard time being calm and happy now. I hurts on the inside." Out of the boys, Liam was the only one who looked at me with the same eyes I see in the mirror. He seemed to understand what I'm going through, I think he's going through it too. Everybody else looked at me with pity and sadness, it kinda sucked. I mean, I'm not an attention seeking person. I hate attention, it's just that I don't get my emotions out much and when I do, it makes its presence known. "Max? What's wrong with your hand!" I looked down and saw my hand literally fix itself. "Uh, excuse me for a minute." I ran to my bedroom and sat on my bed, not bothering or realizing my door was open. "Fuck, it needs space!" I ran to my desk and pulled out a pocket knife. I started slicing every bulge of bone there was, which wasn't many. Before long, my hand was back to normal but with cuts here and there. I went to go get band-aids when a large, warm hand grabbed mine and pulled me into a torso. I looked up and saw Liam standing there, looking into my eyes. "Max, I know what's happening to your hand. And I know you know what it's doing too.". "Yeah, I know. But how do you know?" Liam looked away for a second and then whispered into my ear, "I have something similar to that. I can heal people with my hands. But you, you can only heal yourself." I poked at his chest, letting all the information sink in. "That's nice. To have somebody that's not so normal." He chuckled, "Yeah, it is.". Before I knew it Liam gently kissed me, but it became more passionate and hungry by the second. He pushed me to the wall and cupped my butt. I jumped up and slid my legs around his waist. My hands roamed around his hair, messing it up on the way. He held my head and back, being careful not to hurt me. Liam bit my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. I immediately let him in, his tongue explored my mouth, leaving me moaning and pulling him closer to me. He carried me to the bed, never leaving our kiss, and placed me down. He was on top of me but used his arms to hover over me. Liam pushed away and gave me a peck on the lips. His eyes were closed, not wanting to open. "Liam? Are you okay? Open up your eyes. Please."."No, I can't. You'll call me a freak." I coughed, "I'm a freak, not you! I would never, ever call you that! Please, trust me." I took him a minute but when he opened his eyes, they were a deep red. "Oh." Was all I could manage to say. They were so breathtakingly beautiful. I rubbed his cheek, "Liam, that's nothing to be ashamed of. They're so, so beautiful." His face turned soft, and a smile reached his lips. "Max, I can't get to.... excited. It makes me go blood crazy, and hormone crazy. I could hurt you! I don't want to." His smile turned into a frown, making me frown. "It's okay, I understand. It takes time, I'm willing to wait until you're ready." I giggled at our conversation at the end. "What are you gigglin' about?". "This conversation should be the other way around if you think about it. Like if a girl doesn't want to lose her virginity and the boy understands." Liam smiled, "I guess we know who wears the pants in this relationship, I mean if we are you know, girlfriend and boyfriend." I slapped his arm, "Liam! I do not wear the pants!" He chuckled lightly, "I know, I know. I'm just joking but hey, who's wearing them now?" I looked down at him and noticed a rather huge bulge in his pants. "We both are but someone has a tent in his pants!" He looked down and his face flushed. By now his eyes turned back to their normal but still beautiful brown ones. "I..I uh, haha.". "Is Liam embarrassed?" I asked with a smirk. He nodded, "It's okay hon. I love you and your tent." His eyes widened, "Wha-" was all he could say before I kissed him and ran downstairs.

Notes

Heyo guys! I made this extra long! Yay! Anyways, should I include a sex scene and if I should, should it be graphic or should I just skip it? Please answer this question because it's very important to know what you'd like!
~Melina