The Nerd Marcel

Chapter 30

Leeroy's p.o.v

I ran after seeing them press lips. The only reason I came back to check on Marcel was because Harry bumped into me and made me get Marcel for him. I ran back to the football field, praying that Harry was playing and Liam wasn't. Thankfully that was the case, I sprinted to Liam and pulled him with me.

"Leeroy! What do you want?" He asked shouting. I barley flinched, I guess that's why Marcel and I got along so well. He'd been hurt physically by his brother while I've been hurt emotionally. We fit together.

"Ok, first off don't get mad or tell anyone this ok?" I assured.

"I don't make promises to fags" he scoffed. I flinched, fag. That's the one word that I couldn't stand. I released his arm immediately, throwing it before slapping him, hard enough for his face to turn to the side. The red mark began to develop as he turned his head back, holding his cheek in pain (lol pain, Payne lol).

"Did you just hit me?!" He growled.

"Slapped is the correct word" I said rolling my eyes. His hands balled up but I laughed.

"You know you can't hit me Liam, mum and dad would go nuts" I smirked. He unclenched his fists, opening his mouth to talk.

"Now do you see why I hate you?" He spat. I stopped smirking at once and glared at him, mimicking his exact expression.

"You are such a baby, you can't take control for yourself and can't fight your own battles its sad. I'm younger than you and I can fend for myself all on my own much better than you ever could. The only reason mum and dad protect you is because you're interested in guys and they don't know how to react to that, so they baby you like if you have some sort of illness and will one day get better but that won't happen. Will it?" He growled.

My silence answered for me, getting a laugh from Liam before he walked off. I swallowed the lump in my chest and walked back to Alison's car, hoping for comfort of some sort.

Alison's p.o.v

I sat in the car listening to the radio, singing along to the song.

'If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy?

If our love is insanity why are you my clarity?'

I bounced in my seat to the steady rhythm of the song.

'If out love is tragedy why are you my remedy?

If our love is insanity why are you my clarity?'

Suddenly, I felt the car door open and close with giant slams. I looked over at Leeroy who seemed to have had his soul sucked straight out of him.

"Leeroy? You ok?" I asked. He looked at me, his eyes becoming watery as he school his head, I turned down the radio. Waiting for him to explain what happened.

"I found Marcel...sucking in Alex's face" he began. My eyes widened. Is he sure about that? Last time I checked Alex hated Marcel and went off with Harry. I pushed the thoughts of my confusing friends out of my mind before nodding for Leeroy to continue.

"I went to go tell Liam-"

"Whoa whoa whoa. Why?" I interrupted. He shrugged.

"I don't know I thought I could somehow trust him. I was wrong though, he called me a fag, told me my parents only treat me nicely is because they think I have an illness for being gay which now makes a lot of sense, and he said that he can fend for himself better than I ever could and he's younger than me!" He sobbed, the tears falling in streaks down his face. I sighed and brought him in for a hug. Here I was, complaining about Niall and how I am a terrible person while he's dealing with a bunch of pain because of the gender he likes. He cried into my neck.

"You're not ill for liking guys Leeroy, it's normal. Some people can't accept that some guys like guys and some girls like girls. Talk with your parents, ask them if what Liam told you is true, if it is help them see that you won't change and you are who you are" I said, hugging him closer. I felt him nod before he pulled away, wiping the tears with his shirt.

"Can you take me home? I want to talk with my parents now" he smiled. I nodded, starting up the car and backing out.

Harry's p.o.v

I sat on the bleachers panting. Taking giant gulps of water I glanced over at Liam, who seemed to look a bit guilty yet content.

"What's up mate?" I asked. He looked at me then the ground.

"I insulted Leeroy a couple times, and I think I went a little too far" he sighed. I furrowed my eye brows, not really about to believe that Liam would insult someone.

"What did you say?"

"Uh, called him a fag, told him my parents don't accept him, and then said I hated him..." He trailed off, my eyes widened in pure shock.

"You said all of that?!" I asked. He nodded slowly.

"Wow Liam, I didn't know you could be that mean" I sighed. He shrugged it off.

"What's been up with you and Alex? You've been avoiding her all day, is it because she didn't want to...you know?" He asked. I nodded.

"I don't know, I feel a little guilty. She really liked my brother and all and I pulled her away from him. It's a little sad" I sighed.

"Harry Edward Styles are you going soft for Marcel?" He smirked.

"Not for Marcel, but for Alex"

"Well, do you think she wants Marcel back?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Maybe. I should tell her shouldn't I?" I asked.

"That's up to you mate" he said, standing up and walking over to Danielle. I sat in silence staring down at my feet, hearing someone make there way towards me.

"Hey Harry you ok?" Louis asked.

"I'm fine, just thinking" I shrugged.

"About?"

"Should I tell Alex?" I asked. He stared off for a second before directing his attention back to me.

"I think that would be best, but that just depends if you're ok with seeing her and Marcel again" he smiled. I nodded.

"Well, Im going to head out, you should go shower mate you smell like rubbish" he chuckled standing up and extending his hand towards me. I took it rolling my eyes.

"Jee thanks Louis, but that's because I was playing my hardest"

"You still sucked at it" he smiled.

" you know with my understanding of the game, I feel like I should be a lot better at football" I chuckled, he smiled before taking his sports bag and walking off. Should I tell Alex? I don't think I have any choice, but I just don't want her to go back to Marcel. Thats what will anger me.