Meant For Me ❀ Narcel

❀How To Save A Life❀ (*)

**WARNING: This chapter is a bit sad and possibly triggering, so, if it in any way gets uncomfortable for you to read, go ahead and skip pass that part of the chapter.**

M.S.

It's been a few months now. I've been officially living with Niall and needless to say, I've never felt safer anywhere else in the world, except when I was in Niall's arms. Niall's arms was the safest place I could ever be.

School was still shitty. Stefan and Trevor would still bully Niall in all the ways they wanted to do to me. It got worse because of what Niall had done to Stefan awhile back when he and I were just having that picnic. Thinking about that again did scare me, so I tried not to think about it too much. Plus, my mother...Mrs. Twist, would keep trying to butt into my life. Kept wanting to use her "counseling" abilities to figure me out. Even when she had let Niall be in her office with me, I wouldn't tell her a damn thing and I made Niall promise not to tell her anything either.

The bruises on my neck caused from my father were gone now and my arms had healed. I can't really say the urges to do it again, or anything closely related, were completely gone, because they were definitely still there. But like Niall had told me, he would keep me distracted. He's been doing a pretty good job at that. He would do projects with me that would keep my hands busy with more creative things. Niall and I would paint or draw a lot before I'd have to go to work at the library. Niall even got a job at the library too; he was the one who would put he books away when someone would return them.

I know Niall could literally have any job that he wanted or set his mind to, but he took this one because he wanted to keep an eye on me and to make sure Stefan and Trevor wouldn't come after me. I just wish they'd stop hurting him and I wish Niall would stop letting them hurt him.

"Ni, just sit down. It's okay. I can put the books away myself," I told him as I walked around the desk.

Niall was walking around with a limp because Trevor had done some serious damage to him. The worst part of it was I wasn't around to see it. My mother had called me into her office during the time it happened. I was sure Trevor probably would have killed Niall if it weren't for him getting caught on camera. I know what you're thinking. Is the school finally stepping up to stop the bullying? Hell no. They just didn't want a lawsuit against them if Niall were to die on school premises.

Niall sighed.

"It's just a few more books, lovebug. I'm fine."

"No you're not," I went over to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him to the desk. I then grabbed a chair and told him to sit. So he did. "Just do my job right now. All you have to do is scan their books, print out the paper that says when they have to return them by and then they leave."

"Marcel, you may not think so, but I am capable of putting away books. I'm fine."

"You say you're fine but I know you're not. Ni, just do this for me. Please?"

Niall sighed again and slowly nodded. I know for a fact that if this were the other way around and I was the one limping, Niall probably would have made me call in to work and say that I couldn't come in. He never did fully tell me what Trevor did to him. All I know is a lot of kicking, punching and shoving against lockers was involved. So yes, Niall had a busted lip and a blackish-blue mark surrounding his left eye.

I hated seeing him take on my bullies. I never asked for him to do this and I wish he'd stop letting this happen to him when I'd ask him. But he won't. All he keeps telling me is that I don't deserve to be bullied the way I do or treated the way I do. Yes, I know how I'm being treated is unfair. Yes, I know that life would probably be so much easier if I would just change schools. But bullies follow you everywhere you go; especially if you're classified as a nerd like I am. Sure, it might not be the same bullies, but they would probably bully me for the same reason.