Escape

Isn't He's Like 80?

A/N: Umm, this is going to be a long one. I hope you like it.

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Marcel's POV

"So, who's your Chemistry partner?" Niall asked.

"Louis."'

"That's good. I got Amy, so I'm happy," said Niall.

I felt a bit bad that I wasn't paying much attention to him and was basically tuning him out. I couldn't help it. I was on edge since yesterday. First, I had found drugs belonging to the same gang I was in when I was 14. Then, I found out that the gang is still producing even after their leader, Michael, got murdered, by me. That's the other thing since they are still producing, they must have a new leader. But who was the question? I also learned that one of the many small gangs had information about me. I had deleted their information but it got me thinking. How many other gangs know about me, have information on me. If that information got out to the wrong people, bad things could happen. And not just to me, to Niall, Amar, Louis and now Zayn and Liam. They couldn't get hurt and they can't know anything. I'm not going to drag them into the mess that is my life. Not on my watch.

I had woken up early to go for a jog and I couldn't get the feeling that someone was following me but every time I turned around, there was no one. Just some couple walking their dog. I had my hand on my gun almost the whole time and in the end, my jog was cut short. I had to run back to my flat and quickly take a shower. I decided on wearing just a black shirt with a black a hoodie over it, black jeans that had some black patches and my brown boots, with a blue beanie resting on my head, too lazy to tame my curls.

Even when I was driving, I felt like someone was following me. I could tell Niall was wondering why I was on edge but he was nice enough to ask, knowing he won't get an answer because I'll either be vague or just smoothly change the subject.

It's a force of habit.

"Hello? Hello?" Niall said, snapping his fingers, and bringing me out of my thoughts.

I blinked. "Sorry. What?"

His expression changed into a concerned one. "What's wrong? You've been on edge all day? Don't say nothing's wrong because I can tell that something is bothering you. Tell me," He nudged my shoulder. "I'm your friend, you're supposed to tell me the things that are bothering you then I play therapist."

I chuckled at that. That's another thing I love about Niall. He's always trying to cheer people up. He doesn't like when people are down. I looked at him, concern evident in his eyes but he kept that goofy smile on. I leaned on the lockers and cocked my head to the side so I could still face him. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt with black skinnies and some vans.