Beat Still

Chapter 29: Beat Still

*Marcel's Pov*

And a good friend he is.

Once Zayn heard about the concussion that I suffered through, he never wanted to leave my side. It's been two weeks, and this is actually the first night I have been alone.

My routine for these past weeks has pretty much been the same. Drive to uni, meet Zayn at Starbucks, go to class, meet Zayn for lunch, drive home with Zayn, then hang out until he has to go to his dorm.

Every once in a while, we shake it up by hanging out with the boys too. But other than that, we have been working on rebuilding our relationship- er, a friendship type of relationship I mean.

We have gotten so close that I regret changing my classes now. I mean we could have been spending so much more time together! Then again, I guess about 16 hours a day is enough.

The best thing about hanging out with Zayn is that he never asks questions. He can tell that I am still upset about Louis, but he doesn't make me talk about it like Harry does.

He is the type of guy that is not much of a talker, but will just be there for you physically, and I appreciate that.

I have never been a good liar, so if you ask me do I miss Louis the answer is yes. I miss him so much. But Zayn has been fantastic company.

The best part is that my entire family and group of friends love him. I will admit to being a little apprehensive when my mum first called him Zaynie Bear, but I am used to it now.

I think he has just been a good distraction for everyone really. For the boys, he is this new cool lad who fits in our group perfectly. My mum has stopped asking about Lou...well not completely, but she is always happy when Zayn is around.

I know that deep down inside she had always hoped that I would date Louis though. She always talked about how one day he could truly be a part of our family, and I would just groan and change the subject.

I unplugged my phone from it's charging station and headed downstairs to make tea. I was craving chamomile badly, but I had to wait for Teen Wolf to go on commercial.

Can we just pause to talk about Stiles for a second? The things I would do...I shook my head and smirked at my own dirty thoughts.

"What's that smile about?" My head shot up and I was shocked to see a pair of green eyes that were an exact replica of mine.

"I thought you were out? I mean, it is Friday." I changed the subject while pouring the hot liquid into my favorite mug. Looks like someone had the same idea as me.

I am certain that my brother does not want to hear the real reason I watch Teen Wolf. He would surely not be able to sleep tonight if he knew the things I would do to Dylan O'Brien.

He gave me an accusatory glance before shoving his identical mug in my direction. He must have been the one to put the kettle on. I filled his with tea also and he muttered a thank you.

"You're hiding something. But that's okay. Where is Zayn?" He took a sip from his cup and jumped onto the counter.

I simply shrugged in response. I have not seen Zayn since I walked in on something truly disturbing.

*Wednesday*

I reached for the doorknob when a familiar voice stopped me.

"Come on, no one has to know."

"Nah, That's okay."

"But I can make you feel good..."

"I'm sure you could, but no thanks."