This is a dream, isn't it? (Marcus Butler Fanfiction)

Millions of butterflies

I suddenly felt his hand moving upwards to my cheek and giving me a kiss on my forehead. I panicked inside, who was it? I heard the strange beeping in the background becoming faster, I guess it was my heart rate.

After a few seconds my heart finally calmed down again but I was still wondering who was sitting next to me. I heard the chair creaking and he obviously was about to go. I wanted to know who he was so bad. I kinda liked him since the last time someone held my hand was ages ago and that person was an absolute idiot. He was something like my almost lover and I'm still not completely over him. He's the one who ruined my life and I'm not overacting at all! My thoughts were interrupted by the door closing and him talking to another guy. I stopped thinking about who it could be, because my head felt like it was about to explode. I nearly fell asleep again as someone entered my room again. I suddenly smelled something very sweet and woody. I loved the smell. I felt really comfortable right now. The person sat next to me and took my hand again. It was the boy who was already here a few minutes ago. I wanted to see who it was so bad. Suddenly I could move my hands again. He startled a bit as I tightened the grip around his hand. I carefully opened my eyes but shut them immediately as I saw the dazzling lights. It really hurt.

“Nee are you awake? Do you hear me?” he said kinda shocked.

I knew the voice but I couldn't tell who it was. I curiously tried to open my eyes again and this time it didn't hurt that bad. I turned to my right and recognized who was sitting beside me all the time. It was him. The boy I adored for ages. The boy who always made me laugh. The boy I never thought I'd ever meet.

“Marcus?” I asked in a rough, confused voice.

“Hey” he smiled at me his dimple showing. He looked so beautiful. Not that I didn't expect that but he looked really indescribable beautiful. His eyes were sparkly green with a bit of gray and blue sprinkles in them. His lips were full and light pink. And his cheeks were so adorable. They didn't look as red as in his videos but they were so conspicuous though.

“Is there anything in my face or why are you staring?” he laughed and interrupted my thoughts.

“Oh um I'm sorry. You're just so beautiful.” I blushed and was surprised that I just said that. I stared at my fingers trying to avoid the awkward conversation but he soon started to talk again.

“Thank you love but are you sure you don't talk about yourself?” he said cheekily grinning.

We both blushed badly. I love it when boys call me love.

“Wow, how could that be the first time I meet you? I mean, we're in a hospital, I surely look like an old, dirty pig and also smell like that. This couldn't be worse.” I whined.

“It isn't as bad as you think. I'm happy that I could finally see you.”

I suddenly started crying. Everything inside me was a mess. I thought again of what happened, how only Marcus came to visit me, where my life's going to, …

Marcus hugged me tightly whispering calming words into my ear. I tried to hug him back but my hand felt so heavy. A few seconds later I fell asleep in Marcus' arm.

1 hour later I woke up again. Alfie joined the room and we chatted for ages until he had to go home, because of his girlfriend. Marcus and I spent the whole day watching tv, eating and getting to know us better. I really like him.

The next morning I woke up to a snoring Marcus. His head was resting on my stomach. I smiled. He could make me happy so easily. I stroke his cheek gently trying to wake him up. After a few seconds he took my hand and tried to sleep on but I tickled his neck with my other hand.

“Stop” he murmured ducking his head and taking my other hand.

“No, wake up sleepyhead” I grinned trying to free my hands but it was impossible.

A minute later he finally opened his eyes, looking very tired.

“Good morning, Marcus” I said, sticking my tongue out.

“Don't waste your breathe” he said trying to sound angry.

“Hey! No need to be mean to me.” I said trying not to laugh.

“Normally I'd kill the person, who's waking me up. That means I'm even nice to you right now, so don't complain.” he said sticking his tongue out.

“And why don't you kill me?” I asked cheekily.

“Because I'm busy holding your hands.” he said staring at our hands.

We both blushed really bad.

Marcus and I spent the whole day together, walking through the park, sitting in the cafeteria and playing a few games on his phone. The doctor told me that I could go home tomorrow, too. I didn't want to go home somehow, because I really enjoyed the time with Marcus in the hospital, but I guess it has to be over now. He wanted to know why I harmed myself, too, but I didn't want anyone to know beside Marcus. It was too embarrassing for me. It was even surprising that I told Marcus about it.

The next morning I was woken up by Marcus who was walking out the room, talking to someone on the phone. A few seconds later he came in the room again, not looking tired at all.

“Good morning love.” he said smiling at me.

“Good morning. Who did you talk to?” I asked curiously.

“It was just Alfie, wanting to know when I get home. Did I wake you up?”

“Kind of, but that doesn't matter. How much time is it?”

“About 1 o'clock” he laughed.

“Oh my god, I have to leave at 2 o'clock already!” I said realizing I had to say goodbye to Marcus pretty soon.

“Why are you so upset? Other people would be happy if they could leave that early.” He asked confused.

“I, I just don't want to sit at home in my room all day again. It's horrible.” I whined, feeling a bit embarrassed about my ever so beautiful and perfect life. Note the sarcasm.

“It will get better if you go to school and try to talk to your friends again, I promise.” He said taking my hand and watching deeply in my eyes. I felt millions of butterflies filling my stomach in that moment. He was so adorable. He cupped my cheek with his hand. He was coming closer and closer, my heart beating faster with every inch he was moving forward. I closed my eyes wanting to savour the moment. But suddenly he backed up. I opened my eyes and saw that a nurse was coming in.

“Hello Miss White, don't forget that your mum will pick you up in about 30 minutes. If you have any questions or need anything you can come back anytime.” she said in a very nice voice.

“Thank you, I know.” I smiled and she left the room again.

“Hmm, I'm gonna tidy myself up a little, before I leave, okay? I'll be back in a few minutes.” I said carefully hopping off the hospital bed and walking to the bathroom. That was a really awkward moment. Did he really want to kiss me? This is not real life, I'm sure.

I took the bandages off, eying my deep wounds. It looked horrible. I quickly took a shower, dried my hair and went back in my room again. Marcus was sitting at the edge of the bed looking up as I walked in. I stopped in front of him and he stood up. He took my arm and looked at the cuts. I wanted to pull my arm back but he didn't want to let go. He gently moved his thumb over the scars and looked sad.

"Please don't do this again" he sighed.

"Hmm I try" I muttered.

“Wanna go now?” he asked

“Yeah, I guess.” I said and with that we left the hospital.