Tattooed Promises (A Punk One Direction Fan-Fiction)

The Mirror

Marcel’s POV

I looked deeply into my reflection as I stood in front of my mirror. Words swirled throughout my mind. The voices of many screamed for attention and scratched at my sanity.

“Faggot.”

“Nobody loves you.”

“Go kill yourself…”

“Useless,”

“Fat ass.”

“Why are you even here?”

“Get a life…trust me you need one.”

“Ugly piece of shit,”

I lost count how many times I’ve cried. As well, I’ve lost count to how many times I’ve met the tiled floors of the school hallways and the concrete pavement. I exhaled deeply as I slowly removed my shirt and placed it on the ground. A distorted image looked back in the mirror. I saw an imperfect boy with skin so pale I’m surprised he’s not see through; a couple scars and “scratches” took over his wrists and some of his forearm. I also saw a boy with more fat on his body than needed. I had put my right hand on my left rib cage. I could feel the bones but I knew that in reality…it was all fat. I looked at myself from side angles and the mirror showed fat pocking out. I combed my fingers through my tangled hair. Since I had no school for the rest of the summer, I wouldn’t do my hair unless if I would tutor or go out and do something important.

“Marc, I’m going to work. I’ll be back at eight.” My mum yelled from the kitchen.

“Ok, mum, see you then.” I replied loud enough that she would hear me.

“Have you eaten yet? Or do I need to run to the shop for something other than cereal?” My mum asked as I heard her grab her keys and open the door.

“I already ate.” I lied…again. I’ve lied like this for a while now. As long as it looks like I’ve eaten, my mum won’t investigate.

“Bye, Marc. Love you!” She yelled as she shut the door and ran to her car. I ripped my attention from the mirror and made my way to the living room. A small calendar hung from the badge wall. I looked over to see a band rehearsal today at two-ish; that means Harry will pick me up a little before 1:40pm and off we will go. But this time I have a plan. That’s right Marcel the manager has a brilliant plan for success! But of course there is something I need to take care of soon, because if Harry knows he will most likely tell my mum and welcome to therapy and the possible waterworks from family members and possibly from the band and the girls (i.e. Scarlett, Ariana and Jess).

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I looked down at the clear water. A razor in one hand, and a cloth in the other. A knelled down in front of the bath filled almost to the brim with water. I placed the cloth on the side of the tub so I had easy access to it. I took a slow and steady deep breath before I put my left arm under the water, the razor in my right hand, ready to be used at any moment. In one quick movement I sent blood polluting the water. I could feel my body and mind relax with the pain and blood exiting my body. After a minute of that I had took my hand out of the water and wrapped the cloth very tightly around the cut or the “scratch from my cat.” I looked back down at the red stained water as I drained the tub. Red and a very faded pink swirled into the drain. And now, I can get ready for the rehearsal. I quickly did my hair in its normal slicked back style. I then picked out a nice button down blue and white dress shirt and a good pair of black dress trousers. I slowly slipped them on. My cut no longer bled that bad, so I put the towel in the wash. After that, I killed time with: Tumblr, charging my camera and trying to look up possible places for gigs. I looked at the clock to see 13:00 so that means that Harry will be there in thirty minutes to forty minutes. I sighed as I got up and went into my mum’s room. I grabbed her concealer thing from her dresser and undid my sleeves so I could see my full forearms. I slowly used the pale colored liquid to cover my scars. I wheezed a bit when it got into my fresh cut, but I bit my lip and covered it up. After all that was semi covered, I rolled my sleeves up and wet back down stairs. I unplugged my now fully charged camera and got ready to go to the rehearsal. Harry arrived on perfect timing and we were off to see the other lads and possibly the girls. By the time we got there Harry seemed to be holding something in. Almost like he was wanting to do or say something…but in reality he couldn’t. Trust me I know what it both looks and feels like.

“Are you Ok?” I asked as I cocked my head a bit to show confusion.

“Yeah, why?” Harry replied normally.

“I don’t know, you just seem off today…almost like your hiding something.” I answered softly as I exited the car with all my supplies.

“Marc… everybody has secrets…and you don’t wanna get tied up in mine.” Harry whispered before he separated from me to warm up.

“Trust me I know,” I murmured under my breath so only I could hear. 

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“Ok so what’s all this for?” Scarlett asked as I set up a couple little things.

“Well I have an idea.” I replied as I looked back at her. She looked good as ever, her dark brown hair was straightened and she wore her dark skinny jeans that hugged her legs just so, and her jumper…God was she fit. But I’m not her type and she’s got the goo goo eyes for Harry.

“Come on you know you wanna tell us girls, Marc.” Ariana coaxed as she looked over the papers and the tripod. “We know it has to deal with taping something…just tell us.”

“That would ruin the whole surprise though.” I pointed out as I looked over at the rest of them. Jesus Crist why is this the day they all decided to look so fucking hot? Ariana wore a pair of gray skinny jeans that showed off her legs and waist with a simple Rolling Stones t-shirt; her hair was put up into a cute but messy bun that showed off the colors of her hair.  Jess wore a black skirt that stopped mid-thigh and showed off her long legs, as well, she wore a dark blue top with a silver necklace and she wore her hair in loosed curls, her blue hair shining from the extra lighting. A little bit later the boys emerged from warm ups and began to question as well.

“Ok, so basically I think we should start a YouTube account and post videos of you preforming and stuff like that.” I finally answered, everyone went silent. Wait was this actually a bad idea?  

“Marc you know we have no chance of becoming famous, right? We got kicked from XFactor and was not signed at all.” Liam remained me.

“Yeah, but that just means that one small group of judges didn’t like us and the voting was not in our favor…But we have our own music. We are unique now! I think we have a shot.” I encouraged the group, but Liam and some of the others still looked like they didn’t believe we had what we needed to become known.

“Marcel has a point, guys, you can’t just ponder on the past. You need to move forward as a band and as a family. Because if not, you will have to get used to only doing small gigs for small parties and always try to win a couple pounds in a local competition for the rest of your careers.” Scarlett spoke up truthfully. It may have taken a while, but soon we got a full vote of nine to zero. So that means YouTube account is a go! That night we recorded almost all the songs with little to no mistakes. But we agreed to keep filming tomorrow and upload tomorrow.

Author's Note:

Hello everybody! So here is yet another chapter. I hope everyone liked it. And I know I've been updating very slowly and I'm sorry and trust me I will try to update more and quicker!

Ok so resently I have been  noticing that my style of writing had changed from when I first started to write this story to now. And because of that i will look back and possibly edit my other chapters! But when I do I will tell y'all in a "Not a chapter" update and delete that update after a couple chapters are posted.

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