Styles Boys

Sorry for your loss

Marcel's POV: 

 After Edward's breakdown in the bathroom, Louis carried his unconscious body to his car. Harry and I got in as well before he drove to our house. It would be best if Edward wakes up in an environment he feels safe in.

 We started looking for him when he didn't show up to class at all. I thought he was just taking extra long to fix his hair. But when Zayn started covering his ears in pain, Liam explained he has super hearing.
So someone in the school must have been shouting.

Zayn stopped his loud groans to yell, "It's Edward! It's Edward!" Harry, Louis, and I all lost color to our faces before voicing our concerned thoughts. 

 Niall hadn't said anything, so we thought he just wasn't paying attention. But I glanced at him and tears were running down his face silently and he looked terrified.

I grabbed his shoulders and asked calmly, "What is it? What's wrong, Niall?" Everyone turned to look at him now. 

 He choked out, "He's so scared."
 I knew he was talking about my brother. Niall's ability is amazing, he can't just control emotion but sense them too! 

 I try not to spend too much time admiring his abilities and run down the hall calling for my brother. The others did the same.

 It was Harry that found him. Laying, with his pants pulled down, on the dirty bathroom floor. Shivering and filthy, passed out.
And it might not be worst for us, but the worst for Edward was the fact that someone cut off his glorious hair. His best feature and his pride, gone like, well a haircut. 

 When he awoke, he was disoriented and scared.
Shaking and bawling.
I don't blame him, whoever did this was... cruel. 

He eventually calmed down and was ready to go home and skip the rest of the school day. That made me and Harry think, 'Does he know about his hair? Does he even know that he was raped?' 

We asked if he knew what happened, he sounded confident when saying yes and they only trimmed a few pieces of his hair. 

We told him the worst news he could ever get and he shrieked. He couldn't believe the news was real. His eyes were lying to him, but no.
His hair was on the floor in pieces. 

He had a full-blown panic attack and started the worst storm I've ever seen. Everything was flying but the worst was his mind. It was screaming at me. Scolding me for not saving him. 

The memories started playing through his head, the pain, the fear. I didn't see all of it but could tell whatever did happen, ruined his life and he will never forget about it. 

  Falling to my knees, I begged Louis to do something. As I covered my ears to attempt to get the thoughts out, I saw Edward turn to me before getting spun around by Louis. Edward fell limp in Louis' arms. Harry helped maneuver his jeans back on as I got up with a headache. 

 Then blah blah blah... 

We got to our shared bathroom and ran a warm bath. Louis leaned Edward against me as Harry ran to Edward's room to get an baggy hoodie and a baggy pair of boxers Edward usually doesn't like to wear. 

 Louis took a step out the bathroom, closing the door behind him. We undressed Edward, careful of possible wounds. 

Then Harry and I bathe our broken brother peacefully. 

We washed off the nasty substance on his thighs and around his bum. We both know what it is, but pretend we don't. 

We wash the loose strands of hair off his head and neck. I wish we could wash away the memories too.
Sadly, my powers aren't strong enough...
But Louis is!
I'll ask him to do it, he'll fix Edward!

I tell Harry my plan as we look over Edward's sleeping body again. He glares at me and shakes his head disapprovingly, "We can't just erase the pain! The memories will be gone but the proof will still be there. He'll wonder why he hurts, why he's sore. He'll still be missing his lovely long hair! Marcel, I'm sorry but we can't do it." 

We both start crying again, realizing he's right. Edward has to live with this for the rest of his life. And it's just because we couldn't protect him. 

 We lift Edward out of the tub and dry him off thoroughly with a towel, before fitting him in his hoodie and boxers. I take his favorite comb from the countertop and brush through his too short hair. I kiss his forehead and balance him between Harry and I, opening the door. 

 Louis looks us over swiftly before helping carry Edward to his bed. We lay him down comfortably and try to do soothing things: Louis holds his hand, Harry cuddles next to his side, and I stroke his cheek. 

 We wait for the hell that will come when he wakes up...