Meant For Me ❀ Narcel

❀Little Bird❀

N.H.

Marcel and I got most of our homework done before we were going to leave for the library. We quizzed each other for our history test that was coming up real soon. Of course Marcel got all the answers right. He was honestly the smartest person I've ever met and he gets bullied for it. Every aspect of his life, he gets bullied for. He can't help it that he has glasses. Or he can't help it if he's lanky. He can't help it if he's a little bit clumsy. To be honest, I liked all that about him. Marcel was amazing in my eyes.

We had probably listened to I Like It When You Sleep For You Are So Beautiful, Yet So Unaware Of It a couple times while we studied and ate chicken before we finally left for the library. We took my car this time. The drive there wasn't quiet like the drive to my house was. Marcel was full of questions. Like why did I live alone? Why did I need a three bedroom house if it was just me? Why did my car still have that new car smell?

"Marcel," I laughed, "I can answer all those questions and more after you're done working."

He blushed and even laughed a little too.

I parked my car and we both walked into the library. Marcel took his place behind the desk and I found a place to sit at a table not to far from where I could see him. I didn't want to tear my line sight from him. I had to make sure that Marcel got through this entire day without getting hurt. Sure, my leg still hurt like hell from earlier, but I could push past the pain. Plus, I took some pain killers before we left my place.

I knew it would be weird to just sit here for the next few hours and watch Marcel as he worked, but I didn't care. I didn't care if people probably thought I was some sort of weirdo. I didn't care if someone wanted the spot I was sitting in. I had to make sure Marcel stayed safe.

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A few hours in and I had probably drank at least four cups of tea and went to the bathroom six times. I also had cookies; someone who came to the library regularly was giving them out to people. I saw she had given Marcel two cookies because she said he was such a good helper when she needed it. I think the real reason was because she thinks he's cute. I only know that because when she gave me mine, she had mentioned that she had caught me staring at him and said that she wouldn't be able to look away from someone as good looking as Marcel. At least someone else thought the same as me.

When the woman left, I fixated my gaze on Marcel again. He was scanning about five books for a woman who looked to be in her late twenties. After he was done, I saw the woman reach over the desk and grab his arm. This alarmed me, so I stood up and walked on over there; catching only the end of her sentence.

"...maybe tomorrow after you get off work?"

"I-I..." Marcel stuttered then he looked at me. "Niall."

It looked like he was in relief to see me.

"Is everything alright, Marcel?" I asked.

The woman looked at me then.

"I was just asking Marcel if he'd like to go out to—" but I cut her off.

"You do realize he's 17...right?"

The woman's eyes widened. She mumbled an "I'm sorry" to Marcel before grabbed her books and running out the door. I watched as he blushed a little before giving me a small thank you.