Beat Still

Chapter 2: Beat Still

*Marcel's pov*

I don't know how I was going to tell everyone. I had only been at uni for two weeks but somehow I actually got out of control. I met someone...a guy. So I guess I'm gay. I should have known. I never was interested in any girls.

I mean, it's not like they were banging down my door, but I had plenty of friends that were girls. I know what you're thinking, a nerd like me had friends? Yes. Going to school with my popular, strong brother Harry made life much easier. I knew that people were only being nice to me because of who my brother was, but I didn't care. I wouldn't have even cared if they bullied me.

I liked to eat alone (which Harry barely let me do), I liked to read in solitude, and I really only liked talking to Harry when he was alone (Ha, never) and people in my marketing club. You know, people with some type of brain?

Anyway, the girls that flirted with me to get closer to my brother never really had any effect...but then again the guys in my marketing club never had any effect either.

But this guy...boy was this guy different. His name does not matter because we're no longer together. Within two weeks I learned how to love, fell madly in it, and had my heart broken. I am coming home for some much needed family rehabilitation.

I pulled into our driveway and turned off the engine. I am still not sure how I'm going to tell everyone all of my secrets. Besides being gay, I had really racked some secrets up in two weeks. Also I realllly didn't want to talk about Za- never mind.

I smoothed my already perfectly gelled hair back with my hands. Nobody knows this, but the reason I stopped wearing my natural hair and started gelling it back was because of the movie Grease. I saw it when I was like 9, and wanted to be Danny Zuko- don't judge me. Did I mention I'm a film buff?

I rolled down my sweater sleeves (usually I just wear a button down with a sweater vest, but it's a little chilly), careful to not show what I was hiding. I slowly started walking to the door which swung open and out hops an almost six feet tall man/child running towards me at full speed.

I braced myself for the charge, and was welcomed with a bone-crushing hug. Harry sure knew how to hug. He gets it from our mother, whereas Gemma and I are more like our father. A few pats on the back and a handshake will do. We hugged for what felt like forever, but I didn't mind.

"What'd you have to tell me?" Harry whispered.

"Later." I quickly replied before mum ran over, ready to deliver exactly what her other son just gave.

I embraced my mother, and even swung her around a little like Harry does to me. I hope this does not give it away that I, the weak Marcel, have actually been working out.

"Mar-mar I missed you so- Have you been working out?" Shit. Oops, excuse my language please.

"Uhm, y-yes Mum. I...was finding it uhm...difficult to carry all of my books." I quietly congratulated myself on quick thinking. Although that answer was true. I have always had some trouble with carrying all of my books, especially since all I do is read.

"Gem!"

"Marc!" To my very surprise Gemma actually gives me a tight hug. I rubbed her back and accepted the hug gratefully.

"Mum, I'm going to help Marc get situated then we'll come down to eat." Harry suddenly said grabbing my arm.

"Okay sweetie. Don't be long bears!" Mum used to call Harry, Gemma, and I the three bears. Harry Bear, Gemmy Bear, and Marcy Bear. Gemma grew out of it I guess and just became Gem to us all. But Harry and I are still her bears...oh, and Louis. Yeah it's weird, she calls Louis her 'Louis Bear'. Well I guess it's not that weird, he has been a part of the family a while. In fact, I'm surprised he's not here right now.

Harry and I flopped down on my old bed. I noticed how nice everything looked and how proud Harry is. Aw he did this.

"So what'd you have to tell me?"

"Hare. I wanted you to be the first to know...I th-think..erm.." I bit lip because its what both Harry and I do when we're nervous," No. I know that I-I'm gay."