Inspiration [niall horan]

Chapter 13 - Marcus, Niall

[A/N: You know what they say about the number thirteen, it brings bad luck.... Also, let's see how many votes we can get for this chapter and I will divide that by how many comments and that's how long before the next update :) comment: math on Wattpad (if you read this) 

Marcus on the side people, and Caleb in the external link>>>>]

Marcus

I hated Niall, I really did. Everything he did just seemed to piss me off even more. He broke a pen of Bel's on accident and I broke my knuckles.

What did I get? A talk-to from Caleb. What did he get? A kiss on the nose for being such a sweetheart about apologizing. That fucker.

"I swear, one day I'm going to snap his neck," I growled as Caleb and I watched the surveillance cameras from an Italian bistro they were eating at.

Caleb chuckled and said, "He's not as much of a tosser as you want him to be, is he Marky?"

Caleb's always called me that when I got angry. It only pissed me off even more and made him a bigger arse.

I glared at him for a brief moment before deciding to go talk to Bel myself. I told Caleb and walked out the door before he had time to respond.

I drove my Harley all the way there and when I parked it, they saw me. The look on Niall's face was priceless.

I couldn't wait until Bel was mine, then I could to whatever I wanted.

Niall

Bel and I were in the middle of a very cute date she had set up for us (Bel and I had an agreement that I would let her set up one out of every four dates of ours). The food was delicious and we were having a great time until:

Marcus showed up on his loud arse Harley motorbike.

He was grinning as he slid on his shades in slow motion as if he were some movie star or singer everyone ogled over. Ahem, me.

"Niall, just ignore him," Bel murmured before pressing her lips softly to mine, "He's an arse, but he'll leave soon."

I nodded and continued to eat my spaghetti and meatballs. I faintly heard Marcus talking (read: flirting) with the waitress and then someone's footsteps as they approached our table.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The street rat with the auto tuned singer. How interesting..." Marcus mused, and before I could say anything, Bel spoke up.

"Well, keep in mind that the 'auto tuned singer' placed in the X-Factor, has millions upon millions of fans, and has had two world tours and is going on a world stadium tour soon." Bel said without looking up from her food.

Marcus audibly ground his teeth together before replying, "At least I know what kind of girls I'm dating. Niall has no idea what you've done in your past street rat."

"The only thing I've done is published four books that have sold worldwide in millions of copies. And it takes one to know one." Bel retorted, this time looking at Marcus with a cold glare.

"And you're a total bitch so-" I cut Marcus off because now he was insulting my girlfriend in a way that I would not stand for.

"I suggest you shut that trap of yours mate before I shut it for you." I snapped, standing up, ready to take whatever he was going to throw at me, literally.

"Excuse me pretty boy?" Marcus asked, turning to me with a malicious smile on his face, and laughed.

"You heard what I said dumb fuck, or do I need to bloody repeat it to get it through that thick arse skull of yours." I said, albeit calmly, and Bel tried not to smile.

That was when the first lunch was thrown, and I guess it was a good thing that Bel made sure that we got the whole bistro to ourselves. I caught his fist (just barely, thank God) and punched him hard in the gut.

We began a serious fist fight and neither of us payed attention to the car that pulled up.

"What the fuck are you doing Marcus!?" I heard Caleb shout which gave the bastard the split second he needed to kick me in the gut.

I dropped to my knees and began to cough; I didn't notice the blood that came up with it until Bel pointed it out while she pressed an ice pack covered in a towel to my busted lip.

"You scared me so bloody badly Niall," Bel whispered as she pressed her face into my neck, "I've seen Marcus hold his own against Caleb..."

"I'm alright aren't I?" I asked, trying to grin at her but then wincing from the strain it put on my lip.

There was evidently a scuffle going on as Marcus (in vain, mind you) attempted to fight Caleb. Then there were some shouts. Then Marcus drove off on his motorbike. Thank god he's gone.

I saw a pair of Doc Martens come into my view, then Caleb's face. He stared grimly at me.

"The bastard won't be around anytime soon to bother you." He said dryly before Bel cleared her throat.

"Caleb," she began in a steely tone, "I would greatly appreciate if you didn't send your idiots to watch me on my dates thank you very much."

"Right... Um, this time Marcus went on his own, but yeah. I'll try to tone that down..." He muttered, but I could tell he wasn't to serious about what he had said.

"I'm trusting you." Bel sighed, eyeing her brother warily.

"Alright, now why don't we get that lip of yours all stiched up, shall we?" Caleb asked as he pulled me to my feet with a smile.

All I could do was nod and soon we were on our way to the ER. When we arrived, the boys were all there, and damn did they look angry.

It was Liam who stepped up, and he looked ready to kick some butt, "Are you the tosser who did this?"

I shook my head desperately as Caleb said, "Nah mate, it was someone under me that I should have kept a closer eye on. Caleb Watson."

And with that, they all shook hands as Liam apologized profusely for his rude introduction but Caleb laughed it off.

My lip hurt like hell while they stiched it up and I had bruised two ribs. Damn Marcus punched hard, but I was pretty sure he at least got a black eye from me.

I know, I know, I shouldn't be celebrating violence.

But at least I got extra nose kisses from my girlfriend.

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