SCREEN | Harry Styles ((DISCONTINUED))

22. His Mistakes

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I'm supposedly to post this on Christmas Day but shit happened and I plan to post this on New Year's but more shit happened so now I had to deal with that.

So I am very sorry for not updating as I was planning to. 

I am very sorry for not keeping this up to date, but I was just dealing with some things and I am still dealing with them now but I want to post it here now! Haha ^^

Thank you for those that are still reading this series, I appreciate it a lot.

I kinda feel like this chapter isn't the best, I'm sorry about that. I'll rewrite this once I get around to doing it. 

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Love - Daughter

Aislin hugged her coat closely to her body as she sighed in relief with the warmth the car provided as they drove out of the parking lot of the hospital and away. "Where are we heading exactly?" Asked Aislin.

"We're going to get Marcel."

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Marcel sat quietly in the only seat that was in the middle of the room, a bright fluorescent light that was above him. He was roughly tied up by a rope and it was clear that it won't be easy for him to try to get out of it. (He has tried several times) 

Sweat buds had already drenched his curly locks, covered in dirt and dust. He remained the way he was captured and for Marcel he hated this more than anything; he wanted to get out and take a long shower. 

He felt his stomach begin to rupture, although he was fed three meals daily, but it only consisted of two Spanish bread buns and mashed potatoes. It wasn't enough for him. He was wondering when Edward was ever going to get him (or if he is ever going to even).

Marcel looked through his glasses, his left lens clearly cracked but he could still see through them. "Aislin.. I hope you're okay." He whispered to himself before he snaps his head towards the door clicking open. 

"Well Marcel, how is your home-stay here so far?" 

The figure walked closer to the light and showed his face. Even only the voice he could make out just who the person was. "Zayn." He muttered out. 

Zayn stood there in front of Marcel, wearing a leather coat and a wide smirk across his face. "Have you eaten?" Zayn asked, pulling off the black cotton gloves off his hand and shoving it into his pockets. Marcel looked down and nodded. "I suppose it is better than nothing." He commented before sighing deeply. 

A man walked in carrying a chair before setting it down in front of Marcel and leaving the room. Zayn went ahead and sat on the chair, staring at Marcel still with the wide smirk plastered on his face. "It's been two days, I thought your brother is going to get you quicker than I thought." He stated. "Has he already forgotten about you?" 

Marcel looked up at him as the question came out of Zayn's mouth. "I doubt that he has." Marcel answered which only caused the smirk on Zayn's face to widen and become even more devious.