So I was listening to this song and I thought of a short sweet one-shot about Max and Fang and I'm like, why not write it?

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Song: Where Do Broken Hearts Go? – One Direction (Inspiration comes from the oddest places, okay?)

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Fang was an idiot. A big, fat, stupid idiot. How could he had let her go so easily?

He'd believed at the time he had been doing the right thing but after seeing the look on her face as tears streamed down her cheeks, how broken her face had looked he wanted to immediately take them back but he couldn't.

"I'm doing this for us, for her" He'd remind himself. But what hurt the most was the fact she hadn't given up.

She has demanded for an explanation even after he'd said that it was just for the best. She'd begged and cried for a proper answer, saying if she'd had to she'd change. That she would do anything to stay with him because she was helplessly in love with him.

So he did the worst thing possible, he lied straight to her face and that awful sob that had escaped her lips broke his heart right there.

"I don't love you anymore, Max. I'm sorry" He had said. She didn't fight after that. She instead nodded and without another word left his dorm. That's when he broke down.

It was now three months later and he still felt empty and lost. He hadn't seen Max after that. Mostly considering both Max and him were studying completely different courses and didn't have any classes with or near each other.

As far as he knew, Dylan and she had become some sort of thing. No labels had been placed yet but they'd been seen together several times seeming a little more affectionate than the average friends should be doing with each other. He punched a hole in the wall that day. His roommate hadn't been really happy about that.

He'd done this for her. He was suffering for her. He chose to suffer for her. She deserved better anyways.

Dylan was a good guy. He'd bumped into him a few times. He was somewhat a jock and was well known but seemed to be a pretty laid back guy.

The first time he'd seen Max and Dylan together he'd frozen in place. It was at the school's café. Fang was about to have a hardcore cramming session that night and was loading up on coffee when he saw Max giggling and blushing at something Dylan had said. Dylan then neared her and brushed a stray of blonde that had strayed from her hair and moved it behind her ear. As he closed the space between them, Fang felt like he was going to hurl but he was locked in place and couldn't look away.

He'd almost cried in joy when Max turned away, clearly rejecting Dylan as she awkwardly became interested on the coffee cup in front of her. Dylan seemed to have cursed himself and backed away, not losing his cool though since it seemed right after he cracked another joke causing Max to hurl into another fit of giggles and blushes.

Needless to say he hadn't studied that night and barely past his test the next day.

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Fang wondered sometimes at night when he was all alone, Max's body no longer keeping him company, if she missed him too. If she would feel depressed or her mood would morose when the slightest words or objects would trigger a memory of him.

Or if Max had truly moved on and is looking for something in Dylan already.

The thought of Max and Dylan itself fired him up with anger yet sadness. This caused him to tightly pull is now longer dark hair.

He hadn't necessarily kept a clean image post-breakup. He just simply didn't care anymore.

He wanted her back, that was for sure but she was no longer his to have. He'd given up the opportunity to be with her forever. But he had to end it while he could. He couldn't have led her on.

Maybe at the end of the semester which is nearing rapidly, after he moves, a fresh start would help him. Max had Dylan anyways. Knowing she was happy should make him happy.

But it didn't.

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Max laid in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She hadn't gotten much sleep for the past three months. She would dream about him, and would wake up to the cold reality that he wasn't here anymore. She was actually in her own bed for once and not lying next him as he'd spoon her, arms wrapped tightly around her, legs intertwined.

He'd left her.

They'd been dating since sophomore year of high school, and now they were seniors in college. Six and a half years gone to waste so fast.

No, they weren't wasted for those six and a half years had been the best years of her life. She'd loved and been loved in return.

She couldn't blame Fang for falling out of love with her. She was boring and six years had been a long time to have put up with her.

She couldn't keep her mouth shut and it seemed her mouth didn't have a filter. Her hair, no matter what she did, was always lifeless and limply. She had dull brown eyes that didn't shimmer the slightest, and she was unreasonably tall for a girl. She knew she wasn't fat but she still had a tummy despite how athletic she tried to be. She wasn't necessarily large chested either. She just wasn't good enough for someone as hot and amazing as Fang. She got that. But it didn't make it hurt any less.

She was surprised Dylan had taken an interest in her after word spread about her and Fang's break up. They had talked before and even had a few classes together but she never truly paid attention to him. After all, all she ever thought and had eyes for was Fang.

Dylan and she had begun to hang out together and a friendship soon blossomed. She found out how sweet and caring Dylan was behind that jock looking exterior and she perfectly knew why he had so many girls after him. She just wasn't one of those girls.

First off, Dylan didn't look like her or act like her type as picky and selfish as that sounds. She liked dark haired guys with equally brooding dark eyes if possible and nice tan skin that would always look warm and inviting. Dylan was a platinum blonde with bright blue eyes and pale skin.

She also liked tall, buff guys. Though Dylan was tall, maybe even taller than Fang, Dylan was a pretty lean fella. He certainly had muscle there but not in a nice protective looking way.

Another thing was she loved was the dark mysterious aura. Not a bad boy, no, just brooding. Dylan was the opposite. Dylan was loud, cheerful, a chatty Cathy, and overall a very bubbly person. An amazing friend to be around, especially when feeling down like she currently was, but not someone she'd want to actually date.

Not that she was thinking of dating anyone anyways. She was still hung up on Fang. He still had her heart and he didn't even know it.

Her heart was broken and neither another relationship, alcohol, nor cheap one night stands going to fix it despite what several people tend to do when they feel broken hearted.

Instead she was going to accept it and attempt to move on. For now Max was done with relationships. Maybe she'd think about dating after she had graduated and found a steady job but for now she was accepting the single life.

But accepting only seemed to make it hurt more. There were times she'd burst into tears for the slightest things that would trigger any sort of memory towards Fang.

Her roommate, Monique or better known as Nudge, would constantly bring her into her arms and whisper reassuring thoughts. Nudge had gone through a break up herself after a very serious relationship a while back and new exactly how much it hurt.

"I miss him so much" Max would sob into Nudge's shoulder on the days she was her weakest.

"He's a douche. He didn't deserve you anyways." She would answer in which Max would shake her head.

"He's an amazing guy, he really is. I can't hold it against him that he fell out of love with me but it just, it just hurts so much seeing him around campus and not be able to hug and kiss him anymore. I was just so happy with him." She'd explain. "Would you believe me if I said that in the six and some years we were together we never had a serious fight? Should've known it was too good to be true,"

"Oh, Max"

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Three months turned to four which meant it was the end of the semester. Several if not all would be going home for the holidays to celebrate and visit their family members and loved ones before they had to return to the student life again.

Fang had been packing everything when his roommate, Iggy, walked in.

"So you're seriously going to just up and leave school when you only have a semester left before you graduate?" The redhead asked with a raise of a brow, blue eyes holding his normal mischievous glint.

"I've told you before. I have to. My father had left his company to me in his will and I in fact had been prepared for this all my life it was just wasn't supposed to happen so soon." Fang reminded with a sigh as he folded another pair of dark jeans.

"No one can predict a sudden fatal illness, Fang." Iggy said, tone softening. "You're just sacrificing so much at such a young age. It's worrisome."

"I know I am" Fang whispered before he placed the last article of clothing into the suitcase and with slight difficulty, closing it.

"I was going to propose to her soon, you know?" Fang suddenly said. This was news to his roommate as he cocked his head in a questionable manner. "I know she's the one. But I can't make her leave everything behind like I am doing right now. She has a bright future ahead of her and I'd be a monster if I took it all away from her. It was better if I'd left her now so she could get over me and move on onto better things."

"But don't you think that was her decision to make, not hers? She was well, is head over heels for you, man. If she is willing to travel half-way across the world and leave everyone and everything she loves behind just to be with you then let her! She a big girl, Fang, who could make her own life changing decisions and seeing for the past four years the love you two had it is real and everlasting."

Fang shook his head, shaking all the doubt along with it. Max had better opportunities here then he would ever have with him over there.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'm leaving tomorrow and it seems Max is already better. I'll get better too eventually." Iggy looked him remorsefully as he shook his head. Without another word he left Fang alone in his now empty room.

Fang made another dent in the wall.

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She'd had enough. She wasn't giving up.

Max was getting Fang back if it was the last thing she ever did.

Nudge had been shocked by her sudden confidence considering just the night before Max had been bawling her eyes out and muffling her sorrow into Ben and Jerry's chocolate ice cream while watching reruns of Desperate Housewives.

"Whoa, slow down there cowgirl. Where's the sudden confidence coming from?"

Max sighed. "Dylan kissed me today and before you say anything I instantly pushed him away. But I realized that I don't want anyone else to ever kiss me other than Fang. I don't want to be with anyone other than Fang. If he says he's fallen out of love with me well then I'll have to make him fall back in love with me even if it's the last thing I do. If it means murdering any possible girl that looks at him suggestively so be it!"

"I don't know if this is a good thing or bad thing. I understand you two were together for a long time and you want him back but even if and I mean if you two get back together do you honestly think it's for the best? If he was able to stop loving you once don't you think that might happen again?"

Max bit her lip at that. She admits she never thought about that.

"I guess that's always a possibility but I just, I just need him. I am deeply in love with him and if he was and I know he was at one point deeply in love with me once I'll be able to make him fall in love with me again. I have to try at least. I just, I need to" The blonde managed to stutter out. Nudge gave her an unsure look but nodded with a sigh.

"Just be careful and don't expect anything yet" Max smiled at her and nodded.

"I won't, I promise"

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"What do you mean he left?" Max gaped at Fang's roommate who just revealed to her shocking news.

"You know, he packed up his things and is currently at the airport getting ready to leave to Australia or New Zealand, something over there. Apparently his dad past away a few months ago and had given Fang his company in the will and it's a very large and important business that his family has depended on for generations, Fang couldn't not do it." The redhead repeated.

"I can't believe it. Months ago? Why hadn't ever told me about this?" Max asked in disbelief. Iggy shrugged before looking at his wristwatch.

"You know, Fang's flight doesn't leave until another twenty minutes. You could probably, you know make it in time if you leave now."

"Should I? What am I going to say to him?"

"Yeah, you should because you two are meant to be and tell him the truth. That you're still in love with him. You'd be surprised on what he has up his sleeves" Max gave him a questioning look on what he meant about the last part but didn't ask. Time was wasting.

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Max arrived at the airport fifteen minutes later. Probably breaking a law or two.

She slammed her car door shut before running towards the entrance of the airport. Since it was winter the cold air was burning as gusts of winds blew. Max knew for sure that her cheeks, ears, and nose but be burning red as she wrapped her scarf tighter and pulling her hood down.

Once inside she pushed through the crowds of people who were most likely arrive or leaving for the holidays.

Fang's flight was Flight 214. She had stopped and asked an employ where the flight was who pointed at a direction and gave her some quick directions. With a 'thank you' she sprinted off.

Jumping and running around stray luggage and being careful not to bump into anyone she finally arrived at the area.

She looked at the giant clock placed on the wall. She was ten minutes late.

Max's shoulders slumped as she regain her breath that she had lost from running.

She was too late. She'd lost him. He was gone.

"Max?" She heard. She shook her head. Her depressed brain was messing with her now.

"Max is that you?" It was closer this time. As if right in front of her. She slowly looked up and came face to chest with someone. She continued to look up only to see it was him.

Without a second thought she stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into the hallow of where his neck meet his shoulder. She breathed into the all too familiar smell she missed so much.

She was relieved when she felt his arms wrap around her, bring her closer to him.

Not knowing how long had passed she finally hesitantly pulled back so she could look at his face. His obsidian eyes seemed to sparkle as his now long shaggy hair swept right over the top of his eyes. She couldn't help but tangle her fingers in it.

"What are you doing here?" He hoarsely asked.

"I couldn't do it" She said as if it explained everything.

"Couldn't do what?"

"I couldn't stay away from you. I couldn't stop loving you. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I couldn't stop crying over you. I couldn't not be with you" Fang's heart rapidly began to beat as the words slipped her precious pink lips.

"I'm sorry." Fang said and Max began to shamefully look down. She'd forgotten the fact that Fang no longer had feelings for her. She shouldn't have dropped the bomb on him like that and make him feel guilty or make a fool out of herself.

"Hey, look at me" He said as he unwrapped one arm from her waist and grabbed her chin and turned it so they were looking into each other's eyes again. "I'm sorry that I made you go through all that pain. I had thought I had been doing what was best but it was wrong of me to not let you have a say. A relationship contains two people not just one. I lied to you Max. I'm so madly in love with you that it hurts so damn much."

Max's eyes widened at Fang's revelation but stayed silent as he continued.

"When I found out I was going to move halfway across the world to manage my family's company I had made myself believed that it was for the best to not make you choose and let you stay here where all your schooling, family, and childhood is. Because I had believed that I couldn't make you leave and drop everything to come with me. I wish I had been more selfish now."

Without letting him continue Max pulled him down to bring their lips together into a soft but passionate kiss. When they pulled apart they both had smiles on their faces.

"If you're willing to take me back, I'd be more than happy to practically elope with you Fang. I don't care what anyone else thinks. It's my choice. I love you" Max whispered.

Fang responded with a kiss.

"Wait" Max suddenly said as she pulled back. A worried look flashed through Fang's face. "Why aren't you know, on a plane that should be currently miles away from here?"

Fang smiled. "I cancelled my flight for today and moved it to tomorrow. I, uh, was going to chase after you today and try to convince you to take me back but I guess you beat me to it. Plus your way made it much more romantic." Max shook her head but laid her on his chest, feeling the rumble of Fang's hard chest as he chuckled.

"Fang"

"Hmm"

"You're an idiot but I love you"

"I love you too."

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That was much longer than I thought it would be. I was thinking maybe 1000 words, not over 3000. Currently 1:30 in the morning and I have to wake up early because I have a 12 hour car journey ahead of me in a few hours. Yay! (sarcasm)

Anyways I hope you enjoyed it! Pretty cliché and tons of plot holes but I'm lazy so meh. Take it or leave it.