SCREEN | Harry Styles ((DISCONTINUED))

12. Just Broken.

It's been raining so much lately... and I love it.

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Butterfly - Weezer

Aislin fluttered her eyes open, she was greeted by the bright sunlight being shone at her face and the sound of the ocean crashing against the bed of rocks beside the house. She was then reminded that they were at Zakynthos and everything that happened yesterday were real.

She reached her hand up to touch her neck; it wasn't stinging and as painful as it was yesterday. The herbal medicine that Liam came up with had worked effortlessly. But obviously it wasn't completely healed up.

Closing her eyes, wanting to go back to bed when she realized that she doesn't really have anything to do today. But how could she when the bright light was distracting her. It was like the light telling her to go to it; a lame metaphor for death.

Just then the light was gone and she opened her eyes to see who had blocked it for her.

"Morning...." She was greeted with a fruity voice.

She looked to see that Marcel stood there holding a tray. He was smiling warmly as she could make out what was on the tray; breakfast food. He set down the tray onto the night-stand table beside the bed before leaning over to help Aislin sit up comfortably. "How does your neck feel?" He asked.

Aislin slowly moved her head side to side. "Well, it doesn't feel that bad anymore - still could use a little more resting." She answered before having the perfect view of the breakfast that Marcel prepared for her. "Looks delicious." She commented as the boy blushed.

"Thanks," he just muttered before picking up the tray and placing it over her lap. Aislin picked up the utensils and began eating the meal. Marcel looked away; showing respect to her as she ate. He stood up and walked over to the window, watching the beautiful ocean swaying with its breeze.

"I should apologise on behalf of Edward..." Marcel spoke. "Sometimes, he just doesn't know how to control."

Aislin stared down at the tray and let go of her utensils. "How many times have you done that - apologising on behalf of your brother?" She asked him and Marcel's eyes went wide. He turned his head to face her, a bit surprised by the sudden question.

He knew that Aislin already has the idea of what the answer is. "Quite a fair lot..." Marcel looked down. "He doesn't really like to say sorry."

Aislin nodded her head in reply before continuing on feasting her meal. "You shouldn't do that anymore." She tells him. "Because it's also hurting you inside, isn't it?" Aislin looked up to see his expression as she pops a bacon bit into her mouth.

"Doing this gives the idea on the other person that Edward is a bad guy, and as a brother its hurting you because, you know that Edward isn't a bad guy." Aislin spoke with a soft voice, careful with picking the right words. "There's no bad guys in this world - only broken people."

Marcel was shock with what the girl before him had to say. He looked down and nodded, slowly agreeing to the statement. "You seem to be talkative today, Aislin." He lets out a hesitant laugh, attempting to be humorous to break the serious topic. He scratched the back of his neck before biting his bottom lip, nervously.

Then he thought about it, what she said was true. It was really hurting him. Edward wasn't a bad guy - he was just broken.

"Only because I had something to say."

The door flung open and it revealed Liam with a bowl of parsley paste. "Oh you're up already." Liam stated before sitting next to her and began examining her bruise. "Oh good, it's slowly healing. Excuse me..." He says politely, applying the paste over her neck that was turning from blue-purple to greenish-yellow.