Good Gone Bad

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"I'm sorry Marcel I don't know what came over myself," I apologize, looking away from him. I bring my fingers to my lips, they were still tingling from the kiss.

He gently turns my head with his hands, "Oh darling, it's more than okay."

I realize that was part of the dare, the kiss. But I was just going to lie to Zayn, I wasn't really going to kiss him. But right now, all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss Marcel again.

"Marcel, why did you really punch that guy? He didn't do anything wrong." I bring up the incident again. Might as well talk about it while we are stuck up here.

"That's for another time, eh?" He winks.

I shake my head, frustrated, "No! And I know that I'm not going crazy because earlier, you told me to call you Harry! That doesn't make sense. You randomly talk in different accents and it is driving me insane. You-"

He cuts me off with another kiss, but I push him away, "No. Not this time Marcel. You can't just keep silencing me with kisses. Life doesn't work that way. You either tell me right now what is going on, or once we get down, I am never going to speak to you again."

He sighs and looks me straight in the eyes, "I will tell you Gabby, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. And you have to promise not to run."

Why would I run? This is weird, but not that weird. Is it?

Suddenly, the ride moves again and I cling to Marcel. Before I know it, the carnie is opening the door to our cart, and we are walking out. "Gabriella, may I take you to my flat so we can speak in private?"

I nod and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. We walk to his flat in silence. I regret wear a dress tonight, because my legs are freezing. Right now, I just wish one of us brought a car. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I think I am falling for Marcel.

We walk into his flat and I take note that he lives alone, "Where's your mum?"

He chuckled quietly, "Next door. She wanted me to get my own apartment, but she didn't want me to be too far from her."

I nod and continue touring myself around his apartment. Sitting down on his couch in the living room, I pat the spot next to me, "Spill."

I watch him when he doesn't answer, he just unbuttons his sweater. Slowly slipping off his sweater, leaving him in just and undershirt, I notice many tattoos scrawled across his arms. Softly brushing my fingers across the beautiful and confusing artwork, I see goosebumps raise on his arms.

He then pulls off his undershirt and I'm mesmerized by his tone body. Just above his pecks, on his chest, two birds lay. On the middle of his stomach is a beautiful moth, no it's a butterfly. He takes off his glasses and ruffles his hair, "This is the real me."

I just stare in confusion. His hair is in a mop of curls atop his head. He could easily be mistaken for a sex god.

"Why- why would y-you hide yourself?" I stutter, still taking in his pure beauty.

His calm face turns into a frown and he looks down at his hands, "This is where you have to promise not to run."

I nod, still confused as to what's going on.

"I used to live in Holmes Chapel. My real name is Harry Styles and not Marcel Jones," he pauses, looking at me, his expression asking to continue. "I grew up with anger issues. When my father cruelly left mum, I lost it. The slightest crude comment set me off. Mum suggested I take up boxing, a way to let out my anger. But it didn't help, it just got stronger, hurting anyone who got in my way more. Last year, I had a girlfriend. Her name was Melody. She was the most beautiful being I've ever laid my eyes on. Not including you. But she stole my heart. Any guy came near her, I would threaten them with their life. I didn't want anyone with her. I knew the moment she saw someone better than me, she would leave me. One day, I left school early for a dentist appointment, but I came back to pick her up. I found her kissing this guy behind a bush. I knew he was better than me, I knew he had stolen her heart like she stole mine."

I knew what was coming.

"I pulled her off him, and I just punched him. Repeatedly. I couldn't just let him steal my girlfriend. I beat him to the point where he couldn't move. When I heard the sirens, I booked it. I couldn't go to jail. I was lucky that Melody didn't mention my name. A week later, I found out I put him in the hospital. So, being the dick I am, I visited him. I threatened him that if he told the cops who did it, I would kill him. I meant it. And he knew I did."

I just sit there listening to him. I recognized that story from the news. I remember hearing a story about a Harry Styles. But I never thought it would be Marcel.

"Melody didn't tell anyone, except Mum. When she found out, she forced me to go to anger management classes. They surprisingly worked. Mum knew I couldn't manage going to a school with all those people, with Melody, and keep my cool. So she moved me here. As soon as I moved, Melody told the cops. So I spent two months in jail. It wasn't that bad. It gave me time to think. I knew I couldn't go by the name Harry Styles, too many people would recognize me. They would kick me out of the school for sure. So I changed my name, my attire, my entire look, and my voice. I didn't think that with how I looked any girl would come near me. I knew if I had a girlfriend, I would be too protective of her, and it would happen all over again. But when you asked me out, I couldn't turn you down. Your smile killed me inside. You're absolutely beautiful. So all day until I met you, I worked on that annoying voice so I wouldn't mess up. I promised myself I wouldn't hurt anybody. I didn't mean to slip up and tell you my name, I just got lost in those brown eyes. When I did that, I knew by the end of the night I would have to tell you my story. I'm sorry for punching the guy, but like I said, the smallest things cause me to flip. It won't happen again. You mean too much to me."

I'm completely lost at words when guilt stabs me in the side. "Harry..."

He shakes his head and stands up, "I knew you wouldn't want me after I told you that! I'm so stupid. I'm sorry-"

"Harry!" I shout at him, causing him to shut up, "I do want to be with you. But I did something wrong too."

"What could possibly be worse than putting a man in a hospital and lying to you about everything?" He asks calmly, a year falling down his perfect face.

"It was a dare" I spit out, disgusted with myself.

"What?"

I look away, "It was a dare. To go on a date with you. I'm sorry Harry. At the time, I thought you were just an annoying nerd. But as the night went on, I started falling for you. When you helped me throw that dart, I knew I liked you, I just wouldn't admit it. But then we kissed, I fell. I fell hard. I admitted it. I really like you Harry, but if you don't want to be with me... I understand."

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