The Internship

Chapter Two: Sandwiches&Sadness

"Marcel! Marcel!" Marcel looks around the parking lot to see where the voice is coming from. "Over here!" He turns around and sees Niall running towards him. Marcel gives him a small wave and waits for him to catch up.

When an out of breath Niall catches up with him, he keeps muttering about how he must work out more and Marcel bites his tongue so he doesn't say anything about how you don't just get arms like that and /not/ work out.

And just like that he's fantasizing about what those arms would feel like around him, keeping him safe and-

"Marcel? Marcel? Hello?" He flushes when he realizes Niall's been calling his name for a little while.

"Sorry.. I was just, erm, thinking."

"S'okay. Shall we go in?"

"We shall." Marcel says before he can stop himself and he's so embarrassed but Niall just laughs and starts to walk so it couldn't have been that bad.

"What're ya gonna show me today, then?"

"I honestly have no idea. Your dad wasn't too clear on what he wanted me to do."

"I'm sure we'll find something to do." and Niall laughs again and Marcel can't help but take it the wrong way, but maybe that's how Niall meant it to be.

"So, are you staying with your dad?" He can sense Niall tensing beside him. "I-I just mean, you didn't ride with him or anything. I know he probably has to be here early but--" and now Marcel's just rambling.

"Um, yeah I'm staying with him, but we're kind of up to a rough start." and then they're in the office (and Marcel can't help but notice that Niall opened the door for him).

"I'm gonna go talk to me dad, yeah? I wanna fix this.. be back, okay?" Niall leaves and suddenly Marcel craves him even though he's known him for a day but there's just something about Niall.

So he finds himself waiting and downing as much water as he can because he drinks when he's nervous.

A few minutes later muffled curses can be heard from inside the office.

"No dad, fuck you!" Niall slams the door, his face red.

Marcel doesn't know what to say so he just asks "Y'alright?"

Niall shakes his head.

"Can we get out of here?

"Niall, I don't wanna lose my internship.."

"Please." Niall's tone is so urgent that Marcel can't help but nod.

And that's how he finds himself driving back to his apartment with an upset Niall and his internship at stake.

-

Marcel opens the apartment door and hopes that he didn't leave any of his clothes out because he was in a rush to get to work today (for a change).

"Nice place ya got 'ere." Niall says, but he's not as cheery as he usually is.

Marcel mumbles his thanks and walks over to the fridge.

"Do you want anything?"

Niall sits down on his couch and nods so Marcel takes out bread and some peanut butter to make him a sandwich.

"Are you allergic to nuts?"

"I hope not!" Niall says and laughs.

Marcel blushes. "I meant, erm, peanuts." He holds up the jar of peanut butter.

"Nah."

"O-okay, great." Marcel starts to make the sandwich, careful that it's perfect which is so stupid because Niall's just going to eat it anyway, but he can't help it.

He's falling hard.

"D'you wanna tell me why you're mad at your dad? O-or not, I mean, I don't wanna intrude." He walks over to the couch and hands him the sandwich before sitting beside him.

Niall mumbles his thanks before taking a bite of his sandwich. Suddenly he starts to ramble, his mouth full of sandwich.

"Yesterday I came out to him because I thought he deserved to know and I didn't know if me mum told him so just to be sure I decided t' tell him and he started yelling at me saying me mum turned me gay only being around girls and stuff and he said I chose to be this way so I could sure as hell choose not to be this way and then he called someone and five minutes later, I shit you not, there was this model at the front door and he basically told me to go have sex with her and he just doesn't understand fuck parents." And Niall finally takes a breath and Marcel realizes he's been holding his breath too.

"I'm sorry, Niall. That really.. sucks." and immediately Marcel feels stupid because "sucks" really? He could have found a better word but he's shit with people and advice.

"I think I might know someone who can give you some advice.." Marcel says, getting up off the couch.

He picks up his phone, and dials a number.

"Leeroy? I need your help."