Life with One Direction

Chapter 14: Why?!

**Marcel's POV (whaaaa?)**

I arrived to Manchester today to surprise Megan and check up on her and the baby, Harry let me in and Zayn lead me to the bathroom where she was reading my letter. But what I say is NOT what I wanted to see. Megan, with a blade to her wrist and blood on the floor, her arm, scarred and cut.

"Megan are you crazy?!" Zayn yelled. I snapped back into it and ran to her, my hand taking hers, my other covering her newly cut wrist.

"Megan, why would you do this to yourself, babe, we were doing so much better, babe... Why?"

"H-He was h-here, a-and he t-tried to h-hit me, h-he said my m-mum is d-d-dead.. Marcel, t-tell me its n-not true, p-p-please Marcy." she sobs looking up at me, puffy bloodshot eyes, quivering lips, tears on her pink cheeks.

"She, she's okay, I was there, earlier, b-but she's not gonna last much longer you know that." She nods. "But you didn't answer me... Why? Why did you do this? We were months clean, we were days away from a year, just... Tell me why." I say feeling tears well up in my own eyes as I looked down at her fragile body I hold in my arms. Her hair getting in the way of her face and blocking her eyes, her cheeks a bright rosy red color, nose red from crying, her blood on my fingers, I wrapped my arms around her weak and now pail body and pulled her to me as I stood, lifting her from the tile floor of her bathroom and sat her on the counter.

I pull gauze and hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet and start treating the wounds. She hissed in pain and fisted my shirt in her tiny hand. Yes you read that right, shirt, as in t-shirt, and jeans, blue jeans, black Supras, my hair isn't gelled back or anything, so the curls the three of us wear are out visible to the world. My glasses are on, so is my beanie, I'm slowly coming out of the nerdy faze, ditched the slacks and sweater-vests the week I was let out of the hospital. I don't want them to pick on me, I don't want to hear them call me names, I don't want to get hurt anymore.

"Marcel, your sweaters, and dress pants, and your nice shoes, where are they?"

I sighed. "I got rid of them, I got tired of people laughing and calling me names, hurting me because of how I looked. I'm tired of it, tired of the hurt, tired of the pain, the looks, the shoves, hearing those girls call me names, they're back by the way."

"Marcel, I just remembered something, Harvy was sending you home, he was giving you the rest of the day off after getting beat, but you stayed, you were there longer, why?"

"Because, I heard them, talking about you, Alex and his groupies, I-I confronted them.... And, I-I ended up in the hospital, no biggie."

**Megan's POV**

"No biggie?! Marcel are you insane?! You stood up against the toughest kids in school for me! Marcel you were in the hospital, you almost died! Please, don't go back, stay here, just, away from them please, I don't want you hurt anymore, babe, please... Please." I beg holding him.

"Don't cut anymore... Promise me that first."

"I promise, not to cut anymore... Ever."

"I promise not to go back to America, but I'm taking you back with me for a little while, I need my things, and you need to see mum."

Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall, Marcel, Edward, almost everyone that has ever met my mum, has called her mum, it always makes me smile. "Okay, when?"

"Tomorrow."

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(A/N) Heeeeyyyyyyy.!! So, I'm doing this new thing where I'll give you lyrics at the end of the chapter and whoever guesses it first gets a shout out! Sound good? Okay well then, guess these lyrics. AND NOOO CHEATING!!

"They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need."

Song and Artist, or just the song.. First to comment te right one gets a shoutout/dedication/mention

LOVE YOU!!!!! --Marissa