Now you notice me?

Chapter 6

We hop onto the bus and wait for everyone else to finish getting on.

"Yo loser!" I hear a deep voice yell

I turn and see The dipshits going toward Marcel. "W-what do you want?" He stutters

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING YOU FUCKTARD!!!!!! YOUR JUST A UGLY BASTARD!" Harry shouts

Marcel's lip begins to quiver. "Awww the poor baby gonna cry?" Niall spat

Harry was the one to throw the first punch. Soon the rest joined and I couldn't do anything about it.

After a couple of last hits they stopped and switched busses. I rushed over to Marcel's side.

"Are you okay love?" I ask helping him up.

Slowly walking over to the private room I sat him on the couch and locked the door behind me.

Tears fell down his face. Pulling him in for a hug he burried his face into my neck and sobbed.

My heart broke into 2 pieces "I'm so sorry Marcel." I mumbled caressing his cheek.

I stood up and walked over to the bathroom wetting a paper towel. Coming back into the room I cleaned Marcel's bloody nose.

"Thanks babe you didn't have to do that." He winced a little and layed down on the couch.

Picking up his head I sat down placing it in my lap. My hands played with his curls. His body was slumped in defeat, he looked so fragile and weak.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." I whispered.

"It's not your fault, I know you want to stay hidden and I'm jeopardizing it." He said frowning a bit.

"How are you feeling?" I ask

"Sore and hurt. Physically and emotionally." He says

The tears stopped flowing down his cheeks. My fingers lightly traced his facial features and played with his hair.

His eyes closed as he enjoyed my touch. The bus lurched to a stop and I fisted his curls. He moaned and I gave him a questioning look.

"Sorry." He blushed looking down at his feet. I giggled and he sat up fixing his clothes.

Hooking my arm through his he winced slightly in pain. "Sorry!! sorry!" I said unhooking our arms and keeping them to myself.

His mouth bent down into a slight frown. I felt him tense up next to me. Right ahead of us was the one and only Dipshits and they were coming straight at us.

I tugged on Marcel's arm and dragged him in the opposite direction.

Pulling my lip in between my teeth I bit it softly thinking of a way to getting past them.

My eyes lit up as I thought of an idea, pulling Marcel toward the back entrance I waved at Paul and went past him.

Making my way down toward the dressing rooms I found my mothers and dragged Marcel in behind me.

"What are we doing in here?" Marcel asked

"The boys never come in here so we are good here." I replied sitting down on the couch.

I patted the seat next to me for Marcel to sit down.

"Did you get any bruises?" I said pulling up his shirt.

Random splotches of purple and blue were spread across his stomach. I traced them lightly and he flinched.

"Sorry" I mumbled and continued to examine his body.

He was pretty fit, I mean he had a six pack and some muscles so I don't know why he's so afraid.

I blushed when he caught me checking him out.

"Y-you like what you s-see?" He stuttered nervously trying to act seductive.

I burst out laughing.

"Who's in here?!" I heard a gruff British accent call out.

'Shit' I cursed

What are they doing here?

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I know really extreamly short update but I'm kinda busy so I'll see ya later 😄

Love you my sweeties!~Kate :) xx