Beat Still

Chapter 4: Beat Still

*Harry's Pov*

I'm so happy for Marcy. I mean, I've known about him being gay since we were like 7, but after all these years I was starting to think he'd never figure it out. My brother is a genius about book stuff but when it comes to everything else he can be....clueless...innocent...naive. You get the picture.

"Harry...The-There is more." Marcel spoke quietly. More? More "secrets"? What now, is he gonna tell me his middle name is Edwin?

It really is by the way. Marcel Edwin. Who came up with that? I got lucky with Edward. Man I get distracted easily...Marcel is taking off his sweater and mumbling something under his breath. Nice sweater. It looks soft. Why is he taking it off? Maybe I should listen.

"Do you remember that ti-time we snuck out the house and got matching tattoos?" He muttered while fumbling with his hands.

"Yeah...The two birds on our chests. One for you, one for me. And Gemma's name on our arms. Oh and the A for mom. We got a lot that day." I laughed at the memory. We had so much fun...

"Yes. And you thought I would pass out from the pain, but I actually loved it? We-well I got...more."

"More? How many is more?"

"Uhmmm..." Marcel pretended to count on his fingers. I knew he was pretending because Marcy never needed his fingers.

"Marc..."

He sighed and took off his long sleeved button down. Displaying a huge butterfly in the middle of his chest, and random tattoos littered over his arms.

I personally was in awe over his tats, but I knew why he was scared. The only reason we got away with getting them the first time was because they had personal meaning. And even though I had like 42 in all now, they all had significant meanings. But Marcy's tattoos just looked like random things he was fond of. He had a Pingu tattoo, his favorite numbers, random shapes...Mom was going to flip.

"What does the butterfly stand for?" I ask while tracing my fingers over the ink.

"Uhm..it do-doesn't matter really..."

"Tell me Marcy."

"Uhm. It wa-was my...boyfriend. Ex-b-boyfriend." he stuttered. He had a boyfriend? And now an ex all in two weeks?! Who was this guy? Why didn't Marcy tell me? We talked non-stop since he left, he had plenty of opportunities.

"I did not tell you because I was not sure if it was real yet. We just broke up yesterday and I realllly don't want to talk about it Hare." He practically read my mind. We do that often though, we're twins. I could see his eyes starting to water.

I put my long arm around his little body," Come on mate, let's go get some pie in you."