His Reflection

Chapter Ten • The Beanbags

Getting some Harry & Marie this chapter finally ;)

MARIE

It was dinner time again. It was already dark out and we were having a pretty late meal. I was hungry and honestly thankful that it wasn't just Harry and I awkwardly eating Chinese takeout. Tonight I was with Harry, Marcel and Louis. Edward had gone to some football game with Liam.

Marcel made steaks and they honestly looked so good. I was glad I didn't eat before he got home and decided to cook for everyone. While he was getting everyone's dishes put together, I couldn't help but notice, that he was giving Louis so much much food, and Louis looked sick.

"Bon apetite," Marcel said with a smile once everyone was dished up. I nodded at him as a thank you, and started to eat.

It was pretty quiet as we tucked into our food.

"So... how was your day?" I asked Marcel, not knowing what to talk about. I wished Edward was here. He could talk enough for the four of us.

"It was good," he replied with a bit of a smile. "Louis and I went to the town chalk art festival."

"Theres a chalk art festival? That sounds so cool! How long does it last?" I asked.

"The final day is tomorrow, you should check it out. It was pretty cool. Right lou?" He turned to his boyfriend who was filling his mouth with a large bite of food. He honestly looked miserable.

Louis nodded, not looking up from his plate. I don't know what it was, but something about Louis just seemed really off. Honestly though, right now everything around me seemed off. I was on edge living with three guys who were still practically strangers, one of whom I was thoroughly convinced killed my cousin.

Halfway through dinner, some lazy burps came out of Louis' mouth. Normally, I hated when guys, or girls too honestly, burped out loud. It was one of those things that just grossed me out. When I looked at Louis though as another burp escaped, it honestly appeared like he couldn't control it. His mouth was slack, and his eyes were glazed. He looked sick.

I looked back down at my plate, and just as I was about to take another bite of my food, I heard a horrible retch followed by a splash on the floor. I looked up again to see Louis slumped to the side breathing heavily as Marcel had a hand on his back.

"Oh no, do you need help? Can I get a bucket or something?" I asked, obviously very disgusted but just wanting to help.

"No, I think he just wants privacy. I'll clean up." Marcel said, looking over at me with serious eyes.

Before I could reply, I felt a tight grip on my arm, "C'mon." Harry said, startling me. He was strong, his hand was squeezing so tightly.

"Okay, okay I'm coming. Jeez." I said as Harry quickly tugged me behind him to the stairs. It was like he was in a huge rush for some reason.

"What was that all about?" I asked once we were down in the basement. I hadn't been down there before, but it was very cozy. There was a huge tv, a pool table, and lots of beanbags everywhere.

"Louis gets embarrassed when he gets sick. Like really embarrassed." Harry explained as he hopped into one of the beanbags.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Does he get sick a lot or something?"

"Yeah, probably like once a week or so." Harry mumbled, scrolling through his phone and not even looking at me. It was obvious he didn't feel like talking.

I continued talking anyway. "Why?"

"He has some condition," Harry replied flatly. "It affects his stomach and body weight or something like that. Marcel knows more about it."