Styles Boys

The Fight

Marcel's POV

 We stood on the football field and waited.
Louis had a vision that this was where the fight would happen. School is still in session though, there are students only a couple feet away from this. 

I was wearing one of Louis' jackets and some leggings, same as Harry. The cold air blew past our legs and through our hair as we all stood behind Louis. 

 Suddenly, The Wanted appeared.
Simon leading them.
He stood tall as he gazed at our smaller rag-tag team. 

He then spoke up, "You stand no chance trying to stop us. I suggest you leave before you all die." When we stayed where we were, he continued to Louis, "You're going to let your team die? You're clearly not great leadership material." The men behind him laughed. 

 "Your not going to win this, Simon." Louis spoke up. He was tense as he stared at one of the most wanted supervillains in the world. "We can easily over-power you!"

 Simon laughed before calling out, "We have reinforcements!" 

Stan, Steve, Taylor, and Eleanor all walked on to the field. I tensed at the sight of the two boys for some reason. It's like I have a bad memory of them or something. Or maybe it's not my memory!

 At the same time, Niall moved from one foot to the other. He looked nervous as he was staring at the boys too. I made eye contact with Niall to see if the feeling of the bad memory was his. 

 'Do you know them?' I asked using my telepathy. 

He shook his head, 'The amount of emotions I got from when they showed up is insane! I know who they are but... Someone here is scared of them, absolutely terrified!' 

I nodded and studied my team's expressions. None of them seemed scared, just nervous or angry I guess. I glanced at the other men's expressions too. They seemed fine too. 

 "Oh! And I believe we have one of your toys!" Simon cackled as he grabbed something behind him and pulled it to the front. 

His hand was gripping Edward's wrist aggressively. Edward was sobbing as he tried to get out of Simon's grasp. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, sizes too big and a pair of black boxers. His hands were engulfed in the sleeves and the bottom of the shirt flailed on his thighs. The wind being the only reason why his underwear was slightly visible.

 The sight of my brother got too much, "Edward! Let go of him you fucking pig!" I screamed at the older man. 

He shrugged and tossed Edward on the ground beside him. As Edward laid flat on his back, Simon put his heavy boot onto his chest, keeping Edward from moving. Edward grabbed at the foot, pushing it as hard as he could. 

 "Enough!" Louis yelled. "Let him go. Now!" Simon barely glanced at Louis before staring back at Edward's trembling body.

 "Nah, I'm good. We could just keep him, he does have a nice body. And a great ass." Simon replied, smirking.

 One of the men spoke up behind him, "Yeah! And he's still tight after days of fucking him! His moans are so pretty!" We all gave a disgusted face to those men.

 I'm done. I am going to make sure all of the people die. Right now.

 The whole team thought the same thing as we all started our attack. 

Simon stayed where he was, still slamming his foot onto Edward's lungs. 

Liam took on one of the bigger men, but it seemed like their strength matched.
Zayn kicked that bitch Taylor in the fucking face!
Niall worked on trying to give two of the men a breakdown with his powers.
Harry focused on building up the grass to tangle around Eleanor's feet.
Stan and Steve came for me, thinking I was the easiest target. I mean, I wouldn't want to fight Louis either!
Speaking of Louis, he was fighting the rest of The Wanted.