miserable romance {l.s | h.s mpreg} | boyxboy

10. Worry

~Marcus' POV~

I'm not much of a writer, but, I know that if I could write I would only write about Harry. The smile on my face isn't from anyone. It's not something that I can fake. Love is a real tangible thing that I want to show Harry. He needs to be loved and that's what I want to give him, it's all I can give him. I want to protect him from all the harm in the world, yes, I might sound crazy, but who doesn't want to protect the person they love?

It felt like an eternity since i've seen him. When in reality it's only been a day..okay, maybe I am a bit crazy or obssessive. Nonetheless, I can't help it, I love him.

As soon as I saw that curly headed cutie my heart dropped. He looked terrible. I walked over to the boy, "Are you okay, Harry?"

"I'm fine." He smiled sheepishly.

"No you're not. You shouldn't be here." I replied as I pulled by bottom lip in between my teeth.

"Marcus, seriously. I'll be okay." He glanced up at me with a confident gleam in his eye.

"You sure?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yes, trust me."

I sighed and pulled my little baby into a hug. I didn't want him here..he wasn't feeling well and it was obvious. I looked down at him with a frown, "What's going on in that little head of yours?"

"Nothing really. My little head wants to go to sleep." He replied, chucking softly to himself. 

"Did you not sleep well?"

His smile faded as he shook his head, "No I didn't.."

"Why?"

"My tummy hurt really bad..it kept me up.."

"Why haven't you told me this?" I asked as I placed my hand over his sore stomach. 

"I didn't want you to worry."

"I know you don't want me to worry, but, when things like this happen you need to tell me. I want to help and make you feel better." A smile danced on my face as I looked into his green eyes.

Harry smiled as he hugged me tighter, "I love that you want to help me and make me feel better. That makes me happy."

"I'm glad it does cause it's true. If you need anything I'm here. That's what a boyfriend does."

Lifting his head he looked up at me and puckered his lips, "Kissie?"

I leaned down and kissed him softly, "I love you very much and please tell me when you're not feeling well."

He nodded, "I love you too and I will..but..."

"But what?" I asked.

"We have class knob head!" Harry pulled me as I rolled my eyes.

"For not feeling too well, you sure can pull me."

"That kiss gave me energy."

I laughed hysterically, "That was cute!"

Harry smiled as we both walked into the building.

~

Through out the day I played everything off and tried not to worry so much. Because, after all, I do have my own problems to worry about. I mean, yes, i'm concerned, but I need to focus. I already had to retake one year of UNI and I didn't plan on retaking another year. I have Harry, I can't have him waiting for me to graduate while he is off doing whatever he wants do in life. I want to be up with him when handed the rolled up paper that has the word "Congratulations" on it. It might sound cliché or whatever. But, I want to hold his hand and be with him through everything that happens. No matter if we fight, I still want to help him and love him and show him to live like tomorrow isn't promised. Even if he shoves me away and doesn't want me. I will always love him and care.