Beat Still

Chapter 22: Beat Still

*Louis' Pov*

"Mar-Marcy? What are you...You weren't supposed to hear that." I whispered. I tried to walk to him, but Harry blocked me.

I wanted to wipe his tears, hold him, kiss him...but I couldn't. And I'd probably never get to again.

Niall ran to Marcel and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. My beautiful, crying boy.

I wanted to tell Niall to keep his hands off of Marcy, but how could I? It was no longer my place. He thinks I really meant those things that I said.

As Niall and Liam comforted Marcel, Leeroy took the opportunity to come over to me. "You should probably run Lou." he whispered in my ear.

He then grabbed his twin, mumbling something about having class, and quickly sped away.

"You know Lou, I was going to forgive you and leave it alone." Harry's tone was so low and menacing that I could feel my blood run cold," But now that I see my brother so hurt...I'm going to kick your ass."

Harry must have been taking lessons from Liam, because he really- wait, what?

At that moment a solid fist collided with cheek sending me tumbling back into the red lockers and banging my head roughly. I'm pretty sure I have a concussion.

And when the hell did Harry get so strong?! My head was becoming light, and I could barely keep myself on my feet. Yep, definitely concussed.

Fuck that, I'm not one to be hit, and not hit back. I pulled my fist back, ready to introduce it to Harry's face.

"Harry, no!" Marcel ran over to my ex-best friend and pulled him away from me right as I swung.

I opened my eyes to see Marcel on the ground unconscious with a bloody nose. What have I done? My head feels light as I fall to the ground and see nothing but darkness.

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*Marcel's Pov*

"He's got to eat something! Here, I made his favorite cheesy macaroni. He has to eat this, he loves this!"

"He's not going to eat it Mum."

"But it's been four days, and he's barely even had a sip of water!"

I've been hearing a lot of people talk outside my door lately. Mostly about me. Sometimes about Louis. But it was always the same things.

Did he eat today? How's he feeling? The poor thing. Louis did this?

I barely even remember anything, but I gather that it was Louis' fault my head felt like it came in contact with a thousand bricks.

'You have a concussion. It's best to just relax, drink plenty of fluids, and get plenty of rest-but not too much or you might not wake up. Haha, just joking. But no seriously you guys, wake him up every three hours.'

So I guess I have a concussion. Instead of sleeping like the oh so funny doctor prescribed, I have pretty much just been staring at the wall trying to remember exactly what happened.

I remember Harry and Louis fighting, I tried to break it up, and then next thing I know I'm in a hospital bed.

I have a feeling I am going to end up there again if my Mum has any say in it. My head still feels awful, but that may be due to the fact that I have not slept, ate, or stopped doing homework in four days.

But what else am I supposed to do? I am on a scholarship, I cannot just stop doing work because I have been concussed.

And every time I tried to eat, I could not keep it down so what is the point? When I slept, I was either woken up by one of the boys there to check on me or by my dreams of Louis.

Speaking of the boys, it's three o'clock they should all be here soon. They have all been taking care of me the past four days so that mum could get some rest before she had to work the nightshift.

She is a partner in a marketing agency, but she also has her nursing degree so she does both. The woman never stops working, I swear. But she loves it, so who are we to stop her?

"Mum, I'll bring him the mac and cheese, but I think Niall's going to be the one who eats it..." Harry announced before knocking on the door.

Do they really think I cannot hear them? Listening by the door has actually been my main way of gaining information these days.

I heard that Louis has been trying nonstop to see me, that Gemma sends her regards but has midterms to work on, that my mum and Liam are always worried, and that Harry was the one who took my phone because Lou would not stop calling.

I put down my song book and tried my best to brush my annoying curls out of my face. I haven't been out of the house, so there was no reason to gel them back. But I'm so frustrated with the unruly locks that I'll have to resort to a ponytail.

"Come in." I mumbled. I didn't want to make my head hurt anymore than it already does.

"I brought you something." Harry poked his head in the door with a huge smile on his face.

"Hmmm..." I put my finger on my chin as if I was thinking," is it mac and cheese?" Harry immediately pouted and stomped inside the room.

"How did you know?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Just a good guess, I suppose. It was either that or a pony. I'll try to eat it. For Mum." he handed me the warm bowl and a glass of water. I'll admit I was feeling a little peckish, I just despise throwing up.

"You've gotta take your pills too." He gestured towards the bottle on my nightstand.

"Pills? I thought I just had to take one of these?" I had only been taking one pill per day since Monday. What's he going on about?

"Yes. One of those, two vitamin L's and a sip of Niall tea to wash it down!" At that moment the 'vitamins and tea' burst into the room attacking me with hugs.

Harry, Niall, Leeroy, and Liam all crowded onto my bed with me, all speaking at once.

"We missed you so much! We couldn't wait to-" my best mate was the first to speak but was quickly cut off by his twin.

"Ohmygawd, Mar. I just have to tell you about how my dance recital went it was-" as I tried to focus on Leeroy's story, Niall decided he needed to speak too.

"Great! It was great, now moving on to me. When are you going to be better so we can have a jam session, my guitar is getting lonely Mar-"

"I almost forgot! I have to tell you about my date with Jade, Marcy!" I see the excitement spread to Harry too.

"For Christ's sake, Harry you live with the guy, let us talk!" Niall threw his hands in the air and made a pouty face.

I could not help but giggle at how childish they were all acting. It felt nice to have a laugh. I sat back and nibbled on my macaroni as I watched the show in front of me.

It almost looked like the three Stooges because of Harry, Niall, and Leeroy arguing over who gets to talk to me first. And Liam was the parent reprimanding his young children on good manners. It was hilarious, and definitely something I needed.