Marcel POV
It was now Wednesday and I just couldn't wait until I got to go on vacation! This was just going to be so fun! I get to see Louis in a swimsuit oh my god.
Calm down Marcel
I am currently in my class before lunch. Louis still waves to me whenever he sees me in the halls and let me tell you it makes my day! Louis and his mum haven't really come over for dinner since the first time but our mum's hang out and Louis and I fit a conversation into our day here and there.
I realized I was zoning out when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and realized it was one of my bullies.
"See you at lunch.", he smirked at me.
I thought he was scared of Louis though. Well, if Louis was there and was able to help me. I think I was just lucky the first time.
The bell rang signaling lunch and I gathered my things extra slow dreading my beating. I have been left alone for about a week now, but I guess Mark and his gang weren't scared anymore.
I exited the classroom to see the whole gang waiting. They grabbed me and led me outside and I didn't even fight back. They took me around the building underneath a tree.
Mark's friend let me go and gave Mark the opportunity to throw me to the ground. I hit my head oh the base of the tree and cut my forehead. I then earned many kicks to the stomach and punches. Mark and his friend picked me up by my sweater vest and pushed me up against the tree.
"Nobody likes you Styles." he spat before Mark let go and dropped me to the ground.
I sat up in agony and waited for them to leave. After they left laughing I stood up and started to make my way to the bathroom.
Louis POV
I was in the lunch room with my friends enjoying lunch. I needed to take a wee so I stepped out of the lunch room and made my way to the bathroom. I turned the corner to see something I did not expect. Marcel was covered in cuts and bruises, limping to the bathroom, wincing in agony as he took each step.
My eyes widened at the sight as I spoke up," Marcel! what happened?"
He winced again before he answered," U-um it doesn't matter r-really."
My face softened at his vulnerable state. "Well I will get it out of you but we need to get you cleaned up."
he seemed to be very relieved when he found out I was going to help him again. "O-okay." he said before starting to limp to the bathroom.
I stopped him." No We need to get you home. You're too injured to stay here."
Before he could respond I simply picked him up and walked out of the school. He seemed slightly shocked but I needed to get him home without having him argue. I led him to my car where I put him in the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt. I then walked over to the driver's side and started the engine and started to leave school.
Poor Marcel. He looked lifeless and his eyes were dull and full of sadness, missing his usual sparkle.
I pulled up to his house and before he could get out I walked over to the passenger side and picked him up as he was struggling to get out. I just... picked him up. I didn't want him to get more hurt. I hope I wasn't hurting him. I held him as gently as I could over my shoulder. I walked up to his front door and set him down on the bench.
"Um, do you have a key or anything?", I asked him.
"Y-yeah.", he replied. He pulled a key out of his pocket and handed it to me. I unlocked the door and opened it. I turned back around to pick Marcel up.
"W-why do you keep carrying me?", he suddenly said before I picked him up.
I looked at him with pure fondness. "Because you're in a lot of pain."
Before he could respond I just picked him up again. Even though he was taller than me I was able to easily carry him. He was still heavier than I thought though; not as scrawny I guess you could say.
I walked in closing the front door behind me. I walked into the living room and set him on the couch.
"Where's your first aid stuff?", I asked.
Marcel looked up at me, "Louis you really don't have to."
"Yes I do Marcel, we are friends.", I replied.
"Louis, its fine I do this by myself all the time."
Well I can't force him.
"Fine. Just let me know if you want my help.", I gave in after sighing.
He nodded and made his way to the bathroom and locked the door. I sat on the couch and waited for him.
After about 20 minutes he came out looking a bit better but I made my way over to him and picked him up and carried him upstairs to his room. I think I took him by surprise. When we got to his room and placed him on his bed.
"Now put on some more comfortable clothes.", I demanded.
He fidgeted awkwardly before walking to his walk in closet and grabbing a long sleeve black shirt and sweat pants.
"I'm going to take a sh-shower too, okay?" he said after walking out.
"Okay."
I went downstairs and watched some tele while I waited for him.
Marcel POV
After Louis left I walked to the bathroom connected to my room and locked the door. I stripped off my clothes and took off my glasses before stepping into the shower.
I don't really know why Louis is still here trying to help me. I mean I knew we were friends but I didn't realize I meant this much to him. He keeps picking me up too. Not saying I don't enjoy it... but I don't understand. I would let him help me but I don't want him to see me or my tattoos yet. I just don't want him to go tell the whole school I'm a "wanna be" or anything. I don't think he would but.. just.
I finished up my shower and slipped on the clothes I grabbed. I purposely grabbed a long sleeve. It was after I slipped it on when I realized it had a low cut neck and my collar bone tattoos were clearly visible. And it was my only long sleeved shirt...
I sighed and decided to gel my hair back again while I thought. I gelled my hair and then concluded I would have to wrap a blanket around myself.
I put my glassed on then grabbed a small blanket and wrapped it around my self. I headed downstairs to find Louis sitting on the couch. When he heard me coming down the stairs he came and picked me up while I was walking down. I was actually quite enjoying this. For one thing I'm in pain and I don't have to walk, and two because, well, MY CRUSH IS PICKING ME UP AND CARRYING ME!!!
Louis brought me over to my couch and set me down and I giggled. He gave me a big grin and looked at me with a look he's never looked at me with. It was like, fondness. He plopped down next to me.
"Nice to see you smiling again, Marcy.", he smiled.
Oh my god he called my Marcy.
I just flashed him another grin, internally squealing. He turned on Modern Family and we watched a few episodes of that. I love that show!
Our mums have the same work schedule so Louis knew when my mum was coming home and when his mum would get home so we both knew he had to head home.
Right before he walked out the door I shouted, "Wait!!! Lou!!!"
He came running back in with a big smile on his face.
"Yeah Marcy?"
"Thanks for staying with me. It really means a lot.", I blushed.
His face softened and he looked at me with this fondness in his eyes again. "Of course Marcel. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Bye Lou.", I smiled at him.
"Bye.", he smiled before he walked out the door.
Wow. What a day. It went from horrible to amazing...
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