“Movie day?” Marcel asks all of us. “Sure.” Everyone pipes up and I shrug. It is our last night here, why not? I sit in the armchair, crossing my legs and pulling the blanket over me. “Funny movie first,” Harry says and I look to Niall absentmindedly staring at the TV. I look at Marcel and he is staring at me. “Movie 43,” he says, not taking his eyes off of me until he sits next to Harry. I sit quietly, feeling like I got in trouble for something and watch the movie. I get up and go to the kitchen to make popcorn. “What do you think of the movie?” I turn and Marcel is walking in with a glass in his hand. “It’s good.” I say, smiling and he nods. “So, I have a question.” He says, setting his glass on the counter. “What?” I ask, listening to the popping of the popcorn. “Do you like Niall?” He asks quietly and I stare at him. “Why?” I ask and he shrugs. “I just want to know.” He says shyly. “Well I don’t.” I say, grabbing the popcorn out of the beeping microwave. I move past him, pushing the door open and Niall is standing there. I walk around him and plop back down on the armchair. “Where is Marcel, I am ready to watch Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones.” Harry complains and I shrug, popping a piece of popcorn in my mouth. “Sorry, I had to refill on Coke.” Marcel says, rushing in and plopping down next to Harry. “Niall!” Harry shouts and I hear rustling and then the door to the kitchen opens and Niall walks in and plops down. He reaches over and grabs popcorn out of my bowl. I glare at him and he just smirks and I turn back to the movie.
By the end of the movie, popcorn is lying everywhere on the floor. “Nora, are you sure you weren’t scared?” Harry teases and I roll my eyes. “Shut up!” I say, giggling. I start picking up stray pieces and putting them in the bowl to throw away later. I finish picking up my pieces and turn and Harry and Marcel are staring at me. “What?” I ask and they start laughing and I look down and there is popcorn everywhere still. “What?!” I stare down at the mess and look at my bowl. “Son of a bitch!” I shout and they laugh again. I start picking up the pieces and holding them in my hands. “Curliness’ come here and throw these away.” I command and they walk over and I put popcorn in their hands. We keep doing that until the popcorn is picked up. “Thanks for the help.” I say sarcastically to Niall. “You’re welcome.” He says, belching and I make a face and sit down on the other couch across from him. Marcel walks in, turning off the lights and TV. “Night guys,” he says and then goes upstairs. I grab the blanket I had from last night and pull it over me and the smell of Niall fills my nose. I hear rustling and then the front door opening and closing and I snuggle the blanket, closing my eyes.
“Nora.” I hear someone whisper. I groan and turn. Cold hands roam up my top and I gasp, my eyes popping open. I met by shimmering blue eyes. “Niall, go away.” I groan, pushing his hands off of my bare skin. “No, I know you want me.” His breath, full of alcohol fills my nostrils and I make a face. “No, I don’t, go away.” I say and he pins my arms above my head. “Stop!” I shout and he smacks me and I gasp. “Niall!” Marcel’s voice shouts from somewhere behind me. “Shut the fuck up!” Niall shouts and I take this chance to rip my arms from his grasp and kick him. “Don’t ever fucking touch her again, you got it?” Marcel asks his voice dangerous. “You aren’t her boyfriend.” Niall slurs, trying to stand on his own two feet. “No but I have been there for her every time you have hurt her physically and I’ll be damned if I let you hurt her physically.” Marcel says and I stare at both of them. “Fuck off Marcel, you were a nerd back in high school and you still are one, just like she is a slut.” He slurs and I don’t understand why but there is a pang of hurt in my chest. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that!” Marcel shouts and Harry walks down the stairs. “Guys, shut up!” He shouts and I look at him. “Leave Harry,” Marcel warns his eyes still on Niall. “No.” He says, walking in. “Niall, sit. Marcel, go take a walk.” Harry commands but they just stand there staring at each other. “NOW!” Harry says, louder and Marcel turns and walks out. “Niall, what the hell were you thinking?” Harry asks and I walk behind Harry. “You can stay in my room, I will stay down here.” Harry says and I nod, going upstairs. I lie down in Harry’s bed, kind of scared to fall asleep. I snuggle Harry’s pillow and blanket and close my eyes, slowly falling asleep.
What do you think? -Over&&Out