Beat Still

Chapter 37: Beat Still

If you're reading this, you're lovely.

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*Marcel's Pov*

Zayn just shrugged him off and turned back towards me,"Tell your girlfriend sorry for me." He smirked.

"Louis, no!" But it was too late.

Louis drug Zayn to the ground and they began wrestling. Not even fighting, just struggling for dominance. Both trying to pin the other down to prove who was the alpha male.

"Zayn! Louis! Stop this right now before one of you gets hurt!" I stomped my foot and tried to sound authoritative, but even I heard my voice crack.

"Go sit in the car Marcel!" Zayn grunted before shoving Louis in the face. I rolled my eyes. What was I, his little fragile housewife? Well fragile maybe, but housewife? No way.

"Don't tell him what to do!" Louis struggled to press his small frame onto Zayn. Now here's Lou, acting as my 'protector'. Trying to be the Superman to my Lois Lane. Get it? It's funny because he's dressed as-okay not the point.

"Harry! Take Zayn into the bathroom please!" He nodded and walked over to the wrestling match with me.

I asked Harry to take care of Zayn because there was no way he was going to listen to me. I mean he listens when he is in a rational mindset, but Zayn does not get angry often. So when he does...well he's an animal. He wanted blood, and when Zayn wants blood he gets it.

Now Louis on the other hand has always listened to me. Of course he was much more irrational and emotional than my boyfriend, but all I have to do is look into his eyes and he melts. He said it was because I nagged him a lot, but we both know it's because he trusts my better judgement. One might even say he looks up to me in a way.

Harry took Zayn by the arms, and I Louis. We both pushed them into their respectable corners.

After I practically carried Lou into the guest bedroom, I shut the door behind us.

"Lou, what the-"

"I'm sorry."

He sounded like a broken child. The cracking in his high pitched voice almost seemed to echo in the large room. That is when I noticed the space between us. It was large. Vast. Too big of a gap for my liking.

He seemed to read my mind, and slowly began to fill the hole.

"I'm sorry." He repeated as he continued to step towards me. I felt myself back towards the door. For each step he took closer, I took two back.

Kind of like our relationship.

"I he-heard you the first time." A few more steps and he would be on top of me.

"You just don't understand." He whispered, completely closing the space between us.

"Then make me understand." I whispered back. Why were we whispering? And why was he so close? And why did he smell like green apple conditioner? Wait, what?

Something flashed in his eyes that I could not quite put my finger on. He rested a warm, bruised hand on my cheek, causing me to intake a shaky breath.

"Kiss me." I shook my head.

"I'm not a cheater Louis." He chuckled and I watched as his laugh lines came into view. I almost traced my fingertips over them.

"I know. That's one of the many reasons why I love you." He continued to laugh as if what he was saying was completely normal.

And what are the other reasons?