He's My Nerd (Harry Styles as Marcel fanfic)

Chapter 2

Rosalind's POV

"Marcel?" I whispered, getting down on to my knees. I didn't really know how to approach the situation.

He didn't look up. "Marcel?" I asked again.

Slowly, I reached down to put my hand on his back. He flinched and tensed up. 

"I'm not going to hurt you." I said quietly. "I promise."

He glanced up at me, revealing his face. I was horrified at what I saw. His eyes were filled with tears though his lashes were matted with blood. His face was bruised and bloody. His clothes were torn and dirty and his hands had cuts all over them.

"What did they do to you?" I asked myself, horrified.

A tear rolled down his cheek. My heart snapped in two. I hated this. I hated seeing people hurt. Especially Marcel, he was helpless.

I stayed there for what seemed like ages, just sitting beside him making sure he was okay. We weren't friends, but I knew he would feel safer with someone beside him. After a while he started to pull himself up off the floor. I held out my hands to help him but he just stared at me blankly. 

"A-aren't you going to go now?" He whispered, his voice shaky. I was so shocked that he had actually spoken to me.

"No, why would I do that? You're hurt. Do you want me to go?"

"No, no! It's just, no one ever wants to be seen with me." He looked sadly down at the floor. 

"That's not true." I told him softly.

"Yes it is."

That stumped me. What could I say when I knew that even I had never spoken to him or stood up for him? "Marcel, I don't know what to say except I'm sorry."

"I don't want you to feel bad. It just hurts me..."

Marcel looked away and I could see more blood drip from a cut on the side of his face.

"Come on," I said gently, holding out my hand. He gave me a wary glance.

"W- what do you mean?"

"We need to get out of here."

"You go," He sighed, wincing as he shrugged. "I- I'm fine," he lied.

"No, you're coming with me." I said firmly. "And you're not fine."

I helped him get off the floor and steadied him on his feet. I could tell he was in excruciating pain. I just really wanted to hug him and make him better.

"I'm so sorry about them." I whispered as we got up, unable to speak properly as my throat had gone very thick and dry.

"It's not your fault."

I had to help marcel walk. He was leaning very heavily on me and I was quickly getting out of breath. I tried not to let him know it was difficult for me, but he tried not to put his weight on my shoulder anyway.

I wasnt entirely sure where I was taking him to be honest. We wondered out of the alley and I knew I didnt have much choice of where to go really. I needed to clean him up, he was a mess, so I only really had one choice. I had to take him to my house.

Marcel's POV

My heart was beating uncomfortably fast. I was nervous, afraid and in so much pain. I hated my my life so much. No one cared. No one wanted to be my friend. It was only because I dressed a little differently and was much smarter.

Rosalind wrapped her arm around my waist to support me, and although I really didn't want to, I needed to lean on her. She led me out of the alley and on to the street. My whole body was hurting.

"Where are we going?" I asked worriedly.

"My house." She replied, looking up at me and smiling lightly. I was taller than her, so I must have been even more difficult to walk with.

"Y-y-your house?" I stammered, shocked. I'd never been to anyone's house before.

"Yeah..." She looked at me curiously, her eyes questioning what I said.

"Will your family be home?" I wondered, a little nervous.

"No, my mum should have left for work by now. She works works evenings and nights, but always meets up with her colleagues for dinner first. I don't have any siblings, and, uh, I don't see my dad."

"Oh." Was all I could manage, as I was getting a strange pain in my ribs as we walked. I gasped for air as the feeling spread to my lungs.

"Marcel?" Rosalind sounded very worried. I wrapped an arm around my ribs and panted, gripping her shoulder for dear life with my other arm. 

Rosalind stopped walking and stood facing me. She put her hands on my shoulders. They were very sore and I winced again. 

"Try to breathe." She said, fear in her voice. She took a loud, deep breath and exhaled. "Come on Marcel, breathe with me."

I tried to breathe with her but it was difficult. She set me down on someone's garden wall and reached into her back pocket. 

"I keep these with me." She said, pulling out some painkillers. "They're good for cramps and, er, girl stuff. You're not allergic to ibuprofen are you?"

I shook my head and took the pills. 

Rosalind's POV

Marcel was sitting on the wall gasping for air. I had given him my pain pills and thankfully he started to relax.

"I live just around the corner." I told him when he could breathe again. "Do you want to go to mine or should I call an ambulance for them to check you over at hospital?"

"No! No ambulances."

"But there might be something seriously wrong, Marcel!" I was freaking out. 

"No, I'll be fine."

I helped him walk back to my house and unlocked the front door.

We walked inside and I sat him down in the living room. I ran into the kitchen to get him some water.

"Here," I said, handing him the glass.

Hurriedly, I ran up to the bathroom to grab some cotton wool pads, tweezers and antibacterial lotion for cuts, spots and splinters.

"What are you doing?" Marcel asked as I arrived back with my kit. 

"Well, you wouldn't let me phone an ambulance, so you have to at least let me check you over." I set my things on the coffee table and tied my hair up.  

Everything was silent for a second. "I'm going to get some bandages and plasters from the first aid kit." I told him as I wandered through to the other room. Marcel was still sitting very awkwardly on the sofa when I got back. I picked up my glasses and slid them on so I could see him properly.

"You wear glasses?" He sounded really shocked.

"Only for looking at things close up." I replied absentmindedly as I picked up my tweezers and pushed his face to the side. "No talking, I don't want any movement with tweezers this close to your eye."

And with that, I started pulling dirt out of the cuts on his face and cleaning him up. There was a lot of blood on his face, and it wasn't until I had cleaned his face up that I realised how perfect his skin was. He was beautiful. How could I have not realised this until now?

Hiii! So here's chapter 2 for you all. I dont think it's very long but I hope you like it. Please give me feedback? What was good about it? What did I do wrong? What could I have done better? Sorry if it's short. Im a bit rushed with school and all, plus I have chores at home too. I hope you like this. Chapter 3 will be up tomorrow or the day after. 

Love

Katie xx