Oh, Marcel!

Fatherly Bond

~Marcel~

"Look, Ember I think that was way too easy." I said and flopped down on the couch.

She watched my curls bounce as she too sat down on the couch. I was used to people staring at me, but it just gave me butterflies when Ember did. I wonder if she had that effect on all people.

"Okay, so? What are they going to do something to us now?" Her voice getting irritated.

"I- I don't know." I say trailing off and looking for the remote. The TV would be a good distraction right now. I had too much on my mind.

"Of course." She sighs and sinks lower into the couch.  I find the remote stuffed into the cushions and click on the TV.

"One Direction in California!" The newscaster says as the picture switches and screaming girls fill the screen.

I gasp.

Is that my dad?

I practically fall off the couch and crawl on my knees to get closer to the tv. Sure enough I see his familar dark hair and tall frame standing there next to the tour bus. And I don't mean next to as in behind a fence, oh no. I mean he is right next to the door awaiting the five boys.

"Are you okay?" Ember says coming and sitting by my side on the ground.

"It's..." I manage to say before the shot changes and One Direction fills the screen. The girls screamed louder than before as one by one they step off the bus.

First Louis, then Niall and Liam, then comes out Zayn and finally the tallest and youngest, Harry steps out and gives my father a hug. My father hugs back tightly as the camera zooms in on the two.

"Ember, that's my dad!" I shout and reach to touch the screen with my finger.

"What is your dad doing there, and why the hell is he hugging Harry Styles?" Ember said as she watched me recoil from the TV quickly once it had moved back to the newscaster. I pressed the power button and the screen faded to black.

"I don't know." I say standing up in a daze. I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone. My mother's speed dial number is 1, so I jab at the screen and wait.

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Ring, Ring, Ring.

"Haallloo?" A relaxed voice says.

"Mom? What the hell is going on?"

"Oh, Marcel." She suddenly sobers up sounding surprised.

"Why is dad on the TV hugging Harry Styles? What aren't you telling me?" I ask getting impatient as she stalls.

"Well um, you know that your father is very high up in that world. I think he mentioned to me that he was working with One Direction. He must just have, um, a special bond with Harry." She finished and I could hear her sucking up the rest of the drink. An alcoholic drink most likely.

"Whatever mom. When are you guys coming home?"

"I told you already! But I'll tell you again. We plan to come home Tuesday."

"Mom, you said in a week before."

"Well it's Tuesday.." A male voice sounds lightly in the background. "Uh huh, well I have to go now! Kiss, Kiss."  And the line went silent.

I calmly set my phone down on my leg as I racked my brain for any answer as to why my dad was hugging Harry. Mom's explanation was rubbish. I needed to find out real answers.

"Is everything okay?" Ember places her small hand on my shoulder, looking at me with her caring eyes.

"No. Mom doesn't tell me anything. She told me that my dad and him must have some special bond." My voice began to break.

"M-my dad was never around when I was little. S-sure he was here, but we n-never had a special bond."  Ember reached up and cupped my face in her hands. She looked into my eyes.

"Marcel, none of that matters anymore. It was his stupid choice to not have a bond with you." The tears escape my eyes. "You and I have a bond. I was so lucky to find you. You're my best friend and I'll help you get through this pain I know you have."

My hand reached up to my face, covering her small one.

"I will help you, okay? We will find out the real reason for why he is with Harry. We will find out everything."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask bringing her hands away from my face and placing them on her knees. I held my hands on top of hers for awhile.

"Mars, I would do anything for you. You saved my life." A look of guilt washed over her face. Now it was mine turn to comfort her. I took one of her hands in mine and squeezed. She looked up at me, the tears now filling her eyes.  I wiped it away.

"We saved each other."