Don't Let Me Go [1D AU Fanfiction]

Chapter 17: Marcel Gets a Happy Ending

Harry POV:

"Alright here is what we are going to do," He pulled out a quarter from his pocket. Crap. "If this lands on tails I will go and enter a drinking contest," As he pointed to the teenagers gulping down there drinks like there was no tomorrow. I giggled. "BUT, if the coin lands on heads, you gotta dance and talk to that girl you have been DROOLING over and looking at like a idiot for the whole night."

 

"Marcel," I said calmly. "Your not acting like yourself bro," I teared me up inside when i said this to him, "What are you keeping from me?"

He gulped, stood up, and looked at me in the eyes, teary-eyed. "Dad's coming back for us." And with that, he ran out of my bedroom.

"You have grown since the last I have seen you Harold." I tried to make a run for it, but he was faster then I, and he grabbed my hand, twisted it back, and put his hand roughly over my mouth, as I screamed in pain. "You never learn, do you? Silly boy." He twisted my arm farther back, and tears started falling from my eyes, onto the damp pavement. He pushed me to the ground, and kicked me in the stomach, as I screamed in pain. "Useless... Pathetic..." He mumbled under his breath.

"Spoiler alert Styles... Nialls' going to be joining you in this hellhole of a place."

"Come on Niall, stay with me Niall. I need you right now." I begged. When Niall didn't respond, I gave Niall's hand a squeeze. "Niall... Please don't go to sleep, not now buddy..." Niall slowly closed his eyes, breathing slowly and heavily

"Think about yourself here Harry," Niall slowly walked towards me. "What about your hopes, your dreams? You want to have a career farther then the bakery; What about you dream of being a singer? You can get out of here; See your friends and family again."

"I'm not killing my brother." My voice quivered.

"When you grow older, you want to get married have a daughter... What was her name again Harry?"

I started to slowly lower the gun from his head. "Her name was Darcy..."

I lay in the hospital bed, starring at the blank ceiling, rethinking the past year that had went by. Just that one moment in time where everything feels like it's frozen. I'm living but I feel lifeless. Like everything doesn't matter, that I don't matter. I close my eyes and see that devilish smile, those cold eyes starring down at me, I only hear his voice in my head and it's haunting me so much. I can't live like this, I can't stand it. I have nightmare's every night, and I'm afraid when I wake up I'll be in that dark, cold, dreadful room he has been keeping me in for months.

I crawl out of my bed, strip of the hospital gown keeping on the pants the nurse had gave me, and walked slowly over to the wall mirror. I starred back at the ghost of my reflection. I have gotten thinner, my skin had paled. It didn't pale to the color of when winter strikes and your skin naturally turns a lighter shade; No, my skin had turned to a ghostly sick pale. My chest was the worst out of everything, covered in cuts and bruises, some of the gashes had turned to scars. I looked disgusting. I looked pathetic.

I shank to my knees, covering my face with my hands, and started to silently weep. I looked like a weak disgrace.

"Harry?" I looked slightly to my side, only to see my mum. The only person (Other then the nurses, Marcel, Gemma, and Louis) I let see me. She bent on the floor next to me, and gently wrapped her arms around my fragile body as I started to uncontrollably cry into her arms. She stroked my cheek and whipped some of my tears away, then placed one of her hands on my head and started playing with my locks of hair, and the other arm keeping me in the hug. "Shh, Harry baby," She cooed. "I'm here, no more tears Hazza... Your safe, your okay..." She told me soothingly.