"What're you all smiley about?" Harry asks once I get home. Although my body still ached, it seemed small compared to how my heart seemed to sing every time I thought about what happened between Ariel and I at the beach. Her thinking place, my thinking place, now our thinking place.
"Oh n-nothing," I say only to smile wider. My brother raises an eyebrow toward me and I feel a blush rise on my cheeks but before he could ask questions, a knock sounds on the door and I sprint toward it, not wanting to hear my brother's teasing tone. I twist the door knob, pulling it toward me and when I find my sister standing in the doorway with a luggage bag at her side, my eyebrows raise and I say, "Um h-hey, sis," voice questioning.
"Oh hey Marc," Gemma smiles, pushing her sunglasses up on the top of her head, revealing her bright eyes. "It's nice to see you again. Seems like you haven't changed," She laughs. "I decided to take a week off from college. Exam week is this week and I figured, who to see and to calm my nerves? You guys of course. It's been months. How are you, love?"
"Good," Lie. "Everything's been great," Lie.
"Has the bullying stops?" She asks, voice soft. Before Gemma left for college, I always told her about these things. She often took care of me when we found me with cuts and bruises and it was something I appreciated but had her swear to keep to herself which, thankfully, she has.
"Mhm," I mumble. Why did I think I had to lie to my own sister? Right, because everything was going her way and I didn't want to ruin it. "How's college? Y-You a-adjusting w-well?"
"Of course. I've made a few friends, my roommate and I get along great and--" Her eyes then suddenly float down to my lips and she asks, "Marcel Styles, why in God's name are your lips swollen?" A blush makes it's way onto my cheeks again and her eyes widen. "You were kissing someone, weren't you? Oh my god!" She squeals, pulling me over to the couch. "What's her name?"
"Ariel," I mumble, looking down at my shoes. "She's the most wonderful girl I've ever met. She coaxes me out of my panic attacks, makes me feel wanted, like a real human being. She's so beautiful. How could I be blessed with such a wonderful girl? Her hair is red and falls down her shoulders like ribbons, eyes a exquisit ocean blue. Oh god, Gemma, she's perfect in every way,"
When I look up at my sister, I find she's smiling brightly. "Marcel, did you see that?" She asks.
"W-What?" I ask.
"That whole time you were talking about Ariel, you didn't stutter once. It's like, you're in this trance. It's so facinating,"
"Do you want to see her?" I whisper, blushing yet again. My sister bobs her head excitedly and I take out my phone, scrolling through my minimal amount of photos until I find the ones Ariel and I had taken together at the beach after she had kissed me. "This is her," I whisper, as if my words could make her any less beautiful.
"Wow," Gemma coos.
"You'd never think she'd go for a guy like me, h-huh?"
"Invite her over," She orders, ignoring my negative words and when I shake my head, she punches me in the arm, making me wince. "Do it. Call her right now while I put my things away,"
I sigh after my sister lugs her bag up the stairs. I hesitantly hover my thumb over the call button but after taking a deep breath, I press down. It rings a few times before she picks up and when I offer for her to come over, she agrees. "M-My sister is o-over. I told her a-about y-you s-so brace yourself f-for her q-questions,"
"Alright, I'll be right over, babe," She says and I blush.
"A-Alright. I'll see you then, l-love," I stammer. I then hang up the phone and when I find Gemma standing in the doorway, clapping her hands excitedly, I roll my eyes. "She's on her way now," I watch Gemma's face light up and a huge smile takes over her face.
"Harry! Ariel's coming over. I'm going to interogate her on to why she kissed Marcel," My loud mouth sister shouts across the house.
"She kissed you?" Harry asks with surprise and I nod, blushing. My brother slaps me on the back, congradulating me and I wince at the pain it brought. Harry's eyes go wide and I only shake my head as knuckles hit oak door. That could only mean one thing: Ariel was here.
My eyes widen just as Harry's had and I sprint down the stairs, wanting to beat my sister but find I was a second to late. "Gemma g-get o-out of the w-w-way," I hiss as she opens it and Ariel stands in the doorway, smiling wide. "I'm s-s-serious," I groan, pressing up against her side and pushing her away yet she doesn't budge.
"I'm s-s-serious," She mocks with a small smirk and I roll my eyes, pushing up my glasses as I knock my hip with hers, hoping that would fend her away.
"Gemma, g-g-go," I sigh before finally giving up.
My sister beams with victory, taking over the doorway and offering her hand for Ariel to shake. "As you have found out, I'm Gemma, Harry and Marcel's sister. It's nice to meet you,"
"It's nice to meet you too," Ariel says but I could tell she was intimidated by the way her voice leaked nervousness. "Hey babe," She smiles once Gemma moves out of the way and she is free to move toward me. I smile in responce and she kisses me lightly before asking, "How're you feeling?"
"B-Better n-now that y-you're h-here," I say and she laughs at my corny joke before asking again. "About the s-same since you l-last s-saw me. Bleeding st-stopped so that's g-good," I whisper and she nods sadly, pulling me into a hug.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there,"
I shake my head. "Trust me, love. You w-wouldn't have wanted to s-see me th-then," I tell her, the look of terror on Danielle's face when she saw me still fresh in my mind. Gemma pulls Ariel to the couch, smile wide before I could continue and I take a spot next to her, holding her small pale hand in mine while Gemma's gaze floats down to it.
"So how long have you two been dating?" She asks, tone curious.
"I-I have r-really a-a-asked h-her," I mumble, looking down at my shoes with a blush.
"I mean, so much has been going on lately it's been fine by me. I don't really need a label. I'm just happy with him," Ariel smiles and I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks.
"How'd you two meet?" Gemma asks and I feel all color drain from my face.
When Ariel sees this, she thinks fast, ready to cover for me and says, "In gym class. He walked me there. We had the class together," I look up at my sister and find her satisfied with Ariel's answer which makes the tightness in my chest loosen just the slightest. My girlfriend squeezes my hand in a nonchalant way of calming me and I squeeze back in answer, looking down at my shoes. My ribs still ached and it still hurt to breathe but there was no way I was ready to admit it. I didn't want to upset Ariel. All she knew was my body was a bit sore and bruised.
All too quickly, Ariel gets a call from home, ordering her to come there and once her car tumbles out of the driveway, Gemma shoots me a serious look. My eyebrows crinkle with confusion and she crosses her arms over her chest, angered. "Why do you think you have to lie to me, Marc?"
"I-I don't k-k-know w-what you're t-t-talking a-about," I murmur, not meeting her stare.
"The bullying. Do you really think I believe that it stopped? I can see the bruises on your face. I'm not stupid,"
"O-Oh," I mumble. "W-Well I don't k-know what you w-want me to s-s-say," I continue timidly, shaking from my spot on the couch. "D-Do you w-want me t-to tell you h-how I got H-Harry suspended f-from s-school b-because of m-me? H-How I have p-panic attacks b-because o-of those a-assholes? N-No. S-So I l-lied about i-it," I then get up from the couch on a weak limp and head up to my room, shutting the door. I curl up on my bed and just before I shut my eyes, my phone starts to ring. "H-Hello?" I answer.
"Hey, Marc," I hear Ariel's sweet voice trickle through the phone, making me smile. "So your sister really is something," She continues when I remain silent.
"She is i-isn't sh-she?"
"What's wrong?" Ariel asks once she hears the panicky shake in my voice.
"U-Um, G-Gemma caugh o-on to o-our b-b-bluff." I mumble, ashamed. "A-And my mom i-isn't e-even h-home yet. O-Once she s-see G-Gemma, sh-she'll go o-on this r-rant on h-how imperfect I a-am,"
"Well you're perfect to me," Ariel argues in an attempt to reassure me and I only laugh softly.
"Th-Thanks, love. It's just, w-when your d-dad leaves you at a y-young age and your m-mom hates you, i-it takes a tole on y-you," I mumble and judging by Ariel's silence, she had no clue how to respond.
Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long since I've last updated. I honestly didn't know what I wanted to happen but I hope you're enjoying it. I love you all and will talk to you next chapter.