Three

                                    

                                          
A/N- I just want to preface this by saying, I have not written in a male perspective for several years. So I apologize if this gets awful. Also I made slight changes to the last chapter to match this one. You don't have to see the changes, this is essentially the same thing but in a different pov. 
-Noah-
My phone dinged as I sat down on the couch next to Nick who was watching Folio and Jolly, both of them were sitting on the floor, playing smash on the switch. I pulled my phone from my hoodie pocket to see it was Willow. I smiled as I unlocked the screen, reading the message. 
"Lo made it, she just fell asleep in the truck." I laughed as I passed it on to the guys, who were starting to get worried when she hadn't answered Nick or I back. 
Nick laughed next to me, nodding his head up and down, holding his coffee. Breaking his eyes from the screen as the round ended. 
"We should FaceTime her! I miss her stupid face." He said, laughing as Folio and Jolly stood up. Standing behind the couch to get in on the call as well. 
I clicked on the camera in the right corner of the thread with her and it started to ring as my camera pulled up the four of us. Jolly and Folio both had to squat slightly to have their faces on the screen. 
I smiled as I saw her face pop up on my screen. She was in her own space, only having a dimmed light on as she sat on her futon I'm sure. God, that futon. 
I examined her as the guys yelled out their personal nicknames for her. I was silent as my eyes quickly but diligently took a good look at her. I started to smile until she barely moved. She laughed and her chest moved, causing the light to hit her a tad different. 
What the fuck. Are those bruises? My mind was racing, hand's shaking as I stared at the marks dancing across her neck. 
Did Nick see it as well? Did he do a once over when she popped onto the screen?
Did Alex put his hands on her? I gripped onto my shirt tightly, at that image. He wouldn't hurt her. Alex knows better. 
"Noah?" Her voice calling my name snapped me to look at her eyes. Her eyes were grey today. Most times they were green. A bright emerald green that held sparks of grey scattered throughout. But they just looked... dark and grey in the lighting. Her eyebrows went up in confusion, head tilting slightly as she met my eyes for the first time in years. She had a smile on her face. But it didn't reach her eyes when they met. It always reached her eyes when she saw me.. and the guys.  
"Willow." Surely she remembers how well I know her. Her mannerism's and body language. She's the back of my hand. I saw her smile fade as I said her name, I felt something break inside of me watching her smile fall. Since when did I call her Willow?  
"What's on your neck?" I asked her, very hesitantly. Wanting to make sure she knew what I was asking her. I needed her to know this wasn't a "there's something on your shirt" gag bit. 
I saw a flash of fear across her eyes, her hand coming up to her neck as she tried to regain her emotions. 
"What? There's nothing on my neck?" She laughed, moving her hand around in circles to cover the marks, her small hands not doing well in the task. 
I felt my stomach flip at the lie she just told me. No. Not a lie. Less of a lie and more of a secret. She's never lied to me, and as far as I know we don't keep secrets. So why now? 
"Yeah, there is. Right here and here." Nick said, pointing them out on himself. The biggest one was on the center of her neck. In the hollowness where her chest and neck meet. The other was what looked like a palm, slightly below that.