I sulked all Saturday morning because I was worried about Marcel. He's already pissed enough at me for what I did, and he mentioned something about him maybe having to move away. I hope that's not the case, I'd miss him like hell, whether we're still together or not.
I don't even know what happened. I just tried to protect my boyfriend, and he got mad at me. He was defenceless! What else could I do? Stand there while he took a verbal beating? I mean, I did end up being held back while he was physically beaten up anyways...but at least I tried to help.
I try texting him.
Noëlle: Hey Marcel, it's me, Noëlle. I know you already know that but anyways...I just want you to know how sorry I am. I hope you can forgive me for what happened and for what I did. I love you xo.
He reads the message, but doesn't respond. I knew he wouldn't, because I messed up big time. I'm the reason the fight even happened. I'm the reason he got hurt. I'm sure he is still angry with me for all of it. I really hope we can get past this. I love him, and he means so much to me. It would break my heart if he couldn't forgive me over this.
I sigh, and start on my Calculus homework from Friday. Tears prick my eyes as I think about Marcel, and a couple tears roll down my cheeks and on to my paper, blurring the once solid blue lines on the paper.
"Screw it." I announce to myself, brushing everything off the desk in a quick sweeping motion, sending my homework and other supplies flying to the floor. I bury my head in my hands on the desk, and take a nap for a couple hours.
"Hey Noëlle." Marcel calls from down the hall. A school hallway.
I'm at school for some reason. But why?
I walk quickly towards him, and a smile appears on his face as he sees me. He brings me in for a hug. It felt amazing to be in his arms again.
"I love you." I whispered.
"Uh, thanks..? Look Noëlle, just because we're friends again doesn't mean that you can say things like that out of the blue."
Wait what? Friends again? What happened to us?
"Besides, I have a girlfriend, and she's a better girlfriend than you ever were. You meant nothing to me. Now can you please let go of me?" He remarks, and I let go of him. I didn't realize I was still holding him.
"I-I what..?" I can barely form words, and some tears flow down my cheeks.
"Don't you remember? We had a huge fight and we ended up breaking up-thank god..." Ouch.. "...But then somehow we became friends again, and I have to go meet up with my girl, anyways, nice seeing you I guess." He finishes, and I'm left bawling in front of him.
He starts to walk away and I scream, "HARRY!!!!" I don't know what I was thinking. It was the first thing that came to me.
He looks back at me and gives me a strange look.
"I'm sorry, but that's not my name." He lies.
"Oh yes it is. I know the real you. Your name is Harry Edward Styles. You were my best friend, and my lover." He slowly starts to walk towards me as I finish my sentence.
"Look. You need to stay the hell away from me, and stay out of my life. Okay?" He yells, pushing me lightly, and I stumble back.
"B-but Ha-" I squeak, and he cuts me off mid-sentence.
"It's. not. Harry. I never loved you. Get the hell away from me. Don't EVER talk to me again." He yells once more, leaving me choking back sobs as he walks down the hall, never to be seen again.
I wake up from my nightmare with tear stained cheeks, when my mom calls for me.
"Noëlle, someone is here to see you." My mom calls from downstairs.
"Great. I'll be right down!" I call.
Well this is great. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone. I'm even more scared than I was before still not having heard from Marcel all day. I tried to make it look like I had not been crying as I rushed down the stairs. My heart hurt and my head raced, and the only person I could possibly stand to see right now is-
"Louis?"
I see the blue-eyed boy standing at my door, with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Look, we need to talk." He says.
"Uh..come on in." I replied hesitantly.
[Hello everyone!!! I updated!! I know it's not the best but I feel so bad lately for not updating in so long.. Forgive me please x ]

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Dimples and Glasses
Teen FictionNoëlle Ross is just starting grade 12. She doesnt really have a lot of friends. Noëlle thinks this year will be the worst one yet. That is until Marcel Styles walks into her life. What does he look like underneath those glasses and that hairgel? ...