Stupid bar. Stupid Dylan. Stupid Zayn. Stupid alcohol. Stupid hotel. Stupid Marcel. I could go on but instead I slammed open the hotel room door. I slammed it behind me tossing the card on the dresser. I walked into the bathroom locking the door.
I turned on the shower and sobbed. I cried almost the whole shower. I started to feel bad for Marcel. It wasn't his fault completely. I shouldn't of let that guy flirt with me and I shouldn't of told Marcel he was like David. He wasn't. He was my angel, he saved me from David.
I finally stopped crying and finished washing my hair. I got out drying off and threw on an extra long old black shirt from my bag I stole from Marcel a while ago.
I left the bathroom. Marcel wasn't back yet. I shoved open the window and climbed onto the fire escape. I put my head in my hands. I knew I hurt him. I knew it. We never fought like that. That car ride was hell for both of us. I rubbed my eyes wishing all the bad memories from David would go away. He started this whole mess.
I heard the hotel door slam. I sat still trying to hear threw the shut window. I didn't hear anything after ten minutes. And I decided to go back in. I opened the window. Marcel was asleep on one of the beds.
I got afraid he was angry. So I walked over to the other bed and got under the covers facing away from him. I closed my eyes to prevent myself from crying.
Suddenly I opened my eyes.
Marcel stood at the end of the bed. He wore dark sweatpants and no shirt showing off his abs and arm muscles. His hair curling around the edges and sticking everywhere and his eyes swollen. He busted his lip when Dylan hit him and maybe a bruise here or there.
I stared into his green tired eyes. They looked so sad and bloodshot and sleepy.
"Skye?" He asked softly. I pushed back against the pillows to sit up better. He sat next to me. I scooted away a bit. Still wondering if he was still as drunk and angry.
I saw him wince when I moved away.
"Skye, please," he moaned almost scared. He grabbed my hand. I didn't hold it back I just let him take it.
"Let go," I croaked. My voice still scratchy from yelling and crying. I felt like I would cry again. I was scared right now, Marcel had been so angry. More angry then ever especially in the bar.
"No,no,no, no," he begged. "Please, Skye, I won't hurt you, I could never hurt you, Im sorry please forgive me, I don't want you to be scared of me," I saw his eyes get red and he was begging almost crying.
My heart was swelling. I wanted to hug him and make him stop from crying but I was so scared.
I got up, I needed to get air. I wanted to think. I stood from the bed walking towards the door. Marcel followed behind grabbing my arm, not tight, but so I wouldn't go.
I looked up at him. My heart was aching I hated it. I was terrified of the guy he was in the bar and in the car.
"Please," for the first time I heard his raspy voice break. I could never explain it. His mouth and bottom lip trembled and his eyes got red and puffy a few tears on his cheeks and he collapsed. Right there on his knees.
His head rested on my lower stomach as he tried not to fall apart.
"Don't leave" he said finally breaking down.
I leaned down slowly kissing his head. I got down on my knees and smiled at him smally, Taking my hands and lifting his head. I wasn't scared of him anymore. I made him look down at me. Even on his knees he was taller.
He looked at me. I wiped the tears away from his cheeks trying to get him to stop. I ran my hands threw his tousled hair and curls. I leaned his head on my shoulder running my hand up and down his back trying to talk to him.
"Shh Marcel it okay," I whispered. "I won't leave,I forgive you, I'm here," I heard his breathing return to normal he pulled me into him. Hugging me for a while. I hugged him back. I wish we could stay like this. I pushed away kissing his soft swollen lips. He kissed me back, then I felt the busted cut on his lips.
I leaned away. "Your lip," I said gently touching it with my fingers. "Does it hurt?" I asked. He shrugged. I got up dragging him to the bathroom. I got a cloth wetting it a bit.
I made him sit on the edge of the tub. I leaned down putting it on the large cut. "Your still going tonight to pay him?" I asked nervously. He shook his head. "I'm just meeting up with my friends to make sure it's all settled how it's going to go so nobody gets hurt and there hopefully won't be a fight,"
"Please, try not to fight," I asked taking the cloth off and tossing it into the bath.
"The fights not until tomarrow night," he mumbled.
"Y-your just paying him to leave us alone though why is he bringing backup and why are you?" I asked.
"Just in case David starts something. He could. He might not. Hopefully I can pay him and go and we can go straight home. That's probably how it will go. He didn't sound like he would fight me if I just paid him," he said referring to when David called him on the phone when he was out on bail.
I nodded. I tried not to worry about it too much since Marcel would have his friends with him.
I left the bathroom and flopped down on the bed getting under the covers. "Do you want me to sleep on the other bed?" Marcel asked almost hurt. I shook my head sitting up.
"I'm sorry too. I was a real arse in the car myself. I shouldn't of let him buy me a drink and I shouldn't of drank or danced. I shoudnt-I shouldn't of said you were just like David," I said now looking at Marcel's eyes. He stood next to me as I sat on the bed he was listening.
"Your nothing like David, you never have been you never will be. Your more than perfect, I couldn't of asked for a better boyfriend I can't apologize enough," I said. He laid down next to me pulling my back to his chest kissing up my neck softly.
"Your perfect love," he mumbled into my neck, "I'm sorry and I'm not angry with you." He mumbled.
I started drifting to sleep as he hummed a song in my ear.
"Will you stay until I'm asleep, and can you wake me when you come back, and lock the window," I asked sleepily.
"I will," he mumbled into my shoulder kissing my jaw before he snuggled into me again.
"And I'm sorry I called you names," I mumbled almost asleep.
He replied by humming as 'your forgiven'
"I'm also sorry I threw your wallet at you, and told you to shutup, and-"
"Skye stop I forgive you don't ruin this moment please," he kissed my cheek again and I fell asleep with his arms tangled around my waist.
