My Secret

Max's P.O.V
It's been a couple of hours and it's currently 10:00 p.m. I'm getting better and Ivory keeps apologizing to me, it's getting kind of annoying. I'm still stuck with a bunch of needles, yay! Note to sarcasm there. Ivory and Niall went to check my blood, so I'm left with Zayn, Harry, and Liam. Sometimes Liam has to leave to use the "restroom" but I know he has to get away from the scent of my blood. I think he should tell the boys, but if he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to. Liam just went to the "restroom" so Zayn and Harry are just making small talk while I draw in my sketch book. I'm drawing a dark dragon, so far it's going good. "Max, what ya drawing?" Zayn asked. "Nothing, just sketching." I simply answered. He nodded his head and went back to his conversation with Harry. Liam came in the room and sat next to me, smiling as always. I smiled back and pecked his lips, then went back to drawing. "Max, you're really good at drawing! Harry, Zayn come look at this!" Liam remarked. I blushed, looking at Liam. Zayn hovered over my right side and Harry behind him. "This is just sketching?!" Zayn said. "Er, yeah. Why?" He looked at me with wide eyes, and an open mouth. "Yeah..." I said trailing off at the end. Zayn took my sketch book in his hands and ran out the room, screaming "I NEED TO KNOW YOUR SECRET!". I laughed, "Give it back!" But Zayn didn't come back, instead you could hear his footsteps running farther away. "I'll get it for ya." Harry said and then ran to catch Zayn.

"So, how are you doing?" Liam asked while rubbing my arm. "Not bad, but I could be better." I said looking at the needles in my arms. "Hey, while we're alone I have a question. What are we, like relationship wise. Are we just friends or are we more than that?" I asked. Liam rubbed his head, clearly thinking. Silence took over the room for a few moments, I played with the needles in my arms. He took my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes, "Max, will you do the honors of being my official girlfriend?" "Y-Yes!" His lips met mine and we kissed passionately, but of course, he pulled back. "I'm sorry." I said looking down. "No, it's fine. You didn't do anything, I just need to be careful." I nodded. Harry came back in the room and gave me my book back. "Thanks Harry!" He chuckled, "No problem babe." My eyes shot up at him, and he winked at me. "Don't call me that." I said blankly holding Liam's hand. "Why? It's not like you have a boyfriend." Harry said rudely. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?" I asked with gritted teeth. I removed my hand from Liam's and started ripping off the needles in my arms. The heartbeat monitor was going crazy, "You heard me." Harry said while standing up and snickering. I ripped the last needles/cords of me and shot up from where I was laying. "Liam is my boyfriend! Okay? So don't ever call me that." I snapped at him. "Sure, you can't get a boyfriend if you tried." Harry said with an attitude. "Pay close fucking attention. I don't need your rude ass here. So shut the fuck up and don't mess with me." I snarled at him. I started walking away when Harry grabbed my wrist and started bending it. I let out a yelp, but Harry was dragged to the wall and punched in the face. By Liam. "Don't you ever fucking touch her! Don't speak to her like she's one of your sluts!" Harry nodded obviously scared. Liam dropped Harry on the floor, took my hand and walked me to my room. I was kinda scared, Liam looked really pissed. We got to my room and I walked to my bed and sat down. Liam cursed and slammed his fists against my desk. I jumped a little at the noise it created. My personal books, papers, and pictures fell on the floor so I ran to them and gathered them in my arms. Liam took some in his hands and looked through them. I didn't want him to know about my bad past, so I took them but not in a rude way. "Thanks." I whispered. I grabbed my key, unlocked a box and put my personal stuff in it.

"What's that stuff?" Liam asked. "Nothing." I muttered. I collapsed on the my bed, covering my eyes with my sore arm. "Are you okay?" Liam asked while rubbing my hurt wrist. I groaned, "Yeah, just terrific." I said with sarcasm. The room fell silent, and Liam laid besides me. "Thanks, for having my back." I said silently. "No problem. After all, you're mine." He said. "I like the ring of that." I said while smiling. I'm his.

Notes

SO SORRY FOR MAKING HARRY A DICK! BUT I PROMISE HE WON'T BE A DICK IN THE WHOLE STORY!
~Melina