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If I had a little bit of luck
(and more money) then I would right now be at the Nürburgring
at the “Rock am Ring” but since I have neither of the
two things mentioned above I’m sitting here and have finished “I’m watching
you” isn’t it an unfair world…
Mimi: I’m glad you
liked the chapter!
So, I’ll go now, it’s my
grandma’s birthday today…
Chapter
15
Winning
Marcus leaned back in his
seat. It was the last game of the season and if the 240 points Puddlemere
already had against the 30 points of the Montrose Magpies was any indication
Angelina’s team was sure to win the championship this year.
While he watched her he
thought of the past two and a half months. She had stayed with him in his house
after Lance had been brought to Azkaban. They had gone to see Wood a few days
later and Marcus had made sure to keep Angelina very close to him to make Wood
understand exactly what they had been doing this past week.
The captain of Puddlemere
United had obviously been more than furious and had had some private talk with
Angelina about her and Marcus. After
almost an hour they had returned to Marcus. He still didn’t know what they had
been talking about but Wood had avoided speaking to him since this.
Marcus had the supposition
that Angelina had asked Wood not to get in a fight with him, for no matter how
hard he was trying to provoke the former Gryffindor, the man just didn’t reply
at all. But Marcus could see the suppressed fury in his brown eyes and made
sure to hold Angelina even closer to him when they were around him. To kiss her
more often and longer just to spite Wood. And he enjoyed every minute of it.
A smile crossed his face when
he thought about the scene just before the game. He had kissed Angelina
passionately, wishing her luck for the game and from the corner of his eye he
could see Wood being hold back by another member of the team.
“YES!
That’s 250:30 for Puddlemere United!” Lee Jordan’s voice could be heard
throughout the stadium. “But it seems as though the seekers are a bit bored by
all of this. Yes, I think the snitch should finally come into view. For no
matter who… What the…”
A murmur ran through the crowd
and several people gasped when Marcus saw one player of Puddlemere United
falling off his broom and towards the ground. But it wasn’t just any player, it
was Angelina!
Marcus was paralyzed. His mind
tried to come up with the right spell to stop her fall but his head seemed to
be empty. The only word echoing through it was her name. Over
and over again as she came closer to the ground.
He might have seen the blue
shadow flying towards her but he didn’t really take it in until he heard the
sighing of the crowd. Then he finally got his body to move again and ran out of
the stand and towards the pitch.
Oliver was sitting in the
sand, holding Angelina in his arms. He spoke to her and tried to get any
reaction out of her as Marcus fell on his knees in front of him.
“What…?” he couldn’t even form
a real sentence as he grabbed Angelina’s hand in his and waited for her to wake
up. Soon they were surrounded by the rest of the
players as well as the referee.
“She just fell unconscious and
fell off her broom.” Marcus heard someone say behind him.
“We have to bring her to St.
Mungo’s.” Oliver said when he arose with her in his arms and walked off of the
pitch towards the building to get his wand and apparate to St. Mungo’s. Marcus was
running after him and when they reached the building he told Oliver to give
Angelina to him, that he would bring her to St. Mungo’s.
“It’s faster that way and I’m
not going to have her suffer because she didn’t see a doctor soon enough!” he
told Wood and tried to take Angelina out of his arms.
But Oliver turned away from
him and walked towards the locker room.
“WOOD!”
“Shut up Flint! I’ll bring her to
St. Mungo’s and that’s it. And if you don’t want her to be brought to a doctor
too late than leave me alone!” Oliver yelled at him over his shoulder and
walked into the locker room.
Marcus was left standing in
the hall with nothing else to do but to apparate to St. Mungo’s alone. When he
arrived there he saw Oliver laying Angelina down on a bed that was then brought
away by a mediwitch. Oliver turned around and walked past Marcus to sit down in
the waiting area.
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Angelina looked up when the
door opened and Oliver walked in.
“Hey.” He greeted her softly
and walked towards the bed.
“How are you?”
Angelina shrugged slightly and
tried to smile.
“Good if I think that I fell
off my broom.” She said silently. Oliver shook his head and sighed.
“Did the mediwitch tell you
what happened caused the fall?” he asked her and Angelina nodded. Oliver waited
for her to tell him what had happened but instead she reached for his hand and
she asked him a question he hadn’t expected at all.
“Olli, what do you really
think of Marcus?”
Oliver raised her eyebrows at
this. But one look into Angelina’s eyes told him she really wanted an answer to
this. He took a deep breath and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
“You don’t expect me to say
that I like him, do you?”
“No, I just want to know what
you think of him.”
“Angel, it doesn’t really
matter what I think of him. I’m not the one having a relationship with him. The
only one you should ask is yourself.”
Angelina sighed and didn’t say
anything. She had hoped to get a real answer from him.
“Does he make you happy?”
Oliver asked her and Angelina smiled immediately.
“Of course.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes, of course, but what…”
“Does he love you?”
“That’s what he tells me at
least once every day, but I really don’t understand why you ask all this.”
“I don’t see where your
problem is Angel. If the two of you love each other than this is all that
should matter. I can’t speak for Alicia or Katie and even less for Lee or the
twins or the rest of our team, but I guess I can somehow manage to see him
around you all the time.”
Angelina smiled at him,
knowing how much it took her friend to say this about a man that had been his
enemy for most of his life. She knew he was right about what he had said, but
there was still this one little
problem…
“I’m pregnant.” She whispered.
Oliver’s eyes widened at this sudden statement.
“You don’t look too happy
about it.” He said when he looked at her face.
“I…I don’t know what Marcus
will say about it. This is just too soon, I mean…” She stopped and shook her
head, not really sure what she wanted to say.
“Is he here?” she asked and
looked at the door. Oliver nodded slowly.
“I was the first one to say I
would come in when the mediwitch said only one of us should come in here unless
you said you were okay with having more people around you.”
“Can you call him please?”
Oliver nodded again and arose
from the chair and walked to the door. Marcus glared at him when he came into
the room. He walked directly towards Angelina’s bed and took her hand in his.
He kneed down next to the bed and stroked a strand of her hair out of her face
and kissed her cheek.
“You really scared me out
there.” He whispered. Oliver was just about to close the door again when he saw
a couple walking towards him. He held the door open for Mr. and Mrs. Johnson
and let them walk into the room before he closed the door and leaned against
it.
“Mum, Dad.” Angelina smiled
weakly at him. Angelina’s parents walked towards her bed and Marcus took a step
back.
“Angelina, why didn’t you
write us what was going on here?” her mother asked worried and stroke over her
daughter’s hair.
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
Angelina replied softly. “How is Granny?”
“Oh no, you won’t change the
subject now!” her father said and shook his head.
“To think what could have happened
to you. I hope this guy is locked safely away!”
“Don’t worry Dad, he is in
Azkaban, and he won’t escape from there.” Angelina tried to reassure her
father. She looked at Oliver and Marcus who, for the first time seemed to think
the same thing at the same time: the last thing they would do now was to help
her assure her parents that there was no danger at all.
“Is it true that he got into
your flat?” her mother asked and Angelina thought for a moment if it wasn’t
better to lie to her parents now. But there was the disadvantage of being an
only child: her parents had had so much time taking care of her and
concentrating only on their daughter that they knew immediately when she was
lying.
“Yes, but I wasn’t there, so…”
She stopped when she saw her mother’s
face. She already feared what was coming now.
“But you could have been
there! Angelina, really, I can’t understand how you can be so calm about this!”
her mother shook her head silently and looked at her husband. Angelina followed
her mother’s gaze and saw her father nodding slowly.
“Angelina, your mother and I
have been thinking about it and we think it would be better if you came back to
stay with us for a while.”
“What? But I …”
“Angelina, please, I would
feel better if I knew where you are.”
“I think we should get your
belongings as soon as you are allowed out of the hospital again.” Her father
agreed with his wife. Angelina didn’t know what to reply. She lay there in bed,
with her mouth open but no word would come out.
“I’ll get you stuff, then you
can leave with your parents immediately when you’re released.” Marcus said and
walked out of the room, not once looking back and thus, not seeing the hurt in
Angelina’s eyes as she watched him leave like this. Oliver however did see the
pain. He excused himself and went after Marcus, closing the door to Angelina’s
room as soon as he was outside. Marcus hadn’t come far and Oliver had soon
caught up and shoved him against a wall. Several employees at St. Mungo’s
looked at the two and frowned but when Oliver didn’t hit Marcus like they had
expected him to, they turned back around.
“Let me go Wood.”
Oliver shook his head.
“You are an arsehole! A
bastard! And Angelina is way too good for you!” He told Marcus and kept him
against the wall.
“Anything else?”
“What were you thinking in
there? Telling her she could go back to her parents? You had your fun with her
and now you send her on her way?! That is even lower than I had expected from
you!”
“Wood, in case you didn’t get
it: she is going back to her parents anyway! And I’m not the man to just watch
how she packs her things and leave my house, so I make it easier for me and
pack her stuff myself! At least then I don’t have to listen to something like
‘we’ll stay friends’ or some crap like that!”
Oliver shook his head when he
heard this. Flint couldn’t really think Angelina
wanted to leave him and move back to her parents. This guy must be completely
blind! He felt the anger flowing through him and did the first think that came
to his mind.
Marcus groaned as Oliver’s
fist connected with his jaw and he glared furiously at the other man.
“What the hell is your
problem? Shouldn’t you be glad that I give up when I know I don’t stand a
chance? At least you can try it with her again now!”
“You are an even bigger idiot
than I ever thought!” Oliver screamed at him.
“Then tell me you don’t want
her! That you don’t love her!”
“I don’t want her! I love her
but not in the way you think! She is my best friend no matter if you like this
fact or not, but I’m not in love with her!”
They were both glaring at each
other for several moments before Oliver finally released Marcus. The former
Slytherin eyes him suspiciously as Oliver ran a hand through his hair. Marcus
walked past Oliver and made to apparate home to get Angelina’s belongings.
“She loves you.”
He stopped at these words and
looked over his shoulder to see Oliver leaning against the same wall he had
just held him against.
“She even asked for my approval and that
means something.”
Marcus raised his eyebrows and
turned fully around.
“She is pregnant. And she
feared that you wouldn’t want the child. Congratulations Flint, with walking away
now you do exactly what she was afraid of.” With this Oliver turned around and
slowly walked back towards Angelina’s room.
“She doesn’t want to go to her
parents?”
Oliver rolled with his eyes.
Could this man really be so dense?!
“What is it with you Flint, had a bad
childhood? Yes, she loves you and wants to stay with you and is pregnant with
you. What else do you need to know?” A silence followed Oliver’s words while Marcus walked to stand
next to him.
“Did you give your approval?”
Oliver turned to meet Marcus’ eyes.
“If I ever see her looking
like she did when you just left the room I will make you regret the day you
were born!” he told him and Marcus knew that he meant what he said.
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Angelina looked up expectantly
when Oliver walked back into the room. But his face wasn’t telling her
anything. She had tried to convince her parents that she didn’t need to be baby-sit anymore, that Lance was no longer a danger and that
she was able to take care of herself, but her parents still weren’t convinced.
When Marcus came back in the
room – without anything of her stuff – she felt her heart starting to pound
faster. She wasn’t sure what would happen now. Marcus cleared his throat and
walked towards the bed.
“Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I’m
sorry I didn’t introduce myself before: My name is Marcus Flint.” He shook
hands with Angelina’s parents who were obviously wondering what he wanted to
tell them.
“Angelina has been staying
with me since she was attacked by her stalker and she will continue to stay
with me.”
Michael Johnson raised his
eyebrows when he heard this and he saw that his wife already wanted to reply
something when his eyes fell on his daughter. Angelina bit her lower lip as she
looked up at the young man, what she felt for him was clearly showing in her
face, her eyes were shining with love as she looked at him and slowly reached
her hand out for him to take.
Michael Johnson placed a hand
on his wife’s shoulder and shook his head.
“No Leila, I think Angelina
was right. She doesn’t need us to baby-sit her
anymore. I’m sure Mr. Flint here will take good care of her.”
“Of course I will.” Marcus
replied the indirect question and Angelina’s father nodded.
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“Marcus let me down!”
“No way! You should take
care of yourself now!”
“I’m pregnant, not sick! I can
walk on my own very well, you know!”
But Marcus didn’t even think
of letting her down. He opened the door to his house with his wand and stepped
inside. Angelina gasped when she saw the hall. Everywhere were flowers! All kinds and colours.
“What?” Angelina asked as Marcus
let her slowly down and put his arms around her from behind.
“I don’t think you remember,
but the first night here you said that nobody ever gave you flowers.”
Angelina shook her head,
barely believing what she heard.
“I promise you Angel, there
won’t be a day without flowers for you from now on!”
The Epilogue is done, but I still need to translate it. I try to do it
this week, but I have to write two class tests and have to do the oral
presentation this week, so I don’t know if I find the necessary time.
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