Getting The A (Harry/Marcel Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 5: Nightmares Are The Worst

My nightmare started out like it always did; with my ten year old self running. My feet were bare and throbbing. I was running through the house, calling to my dad.

"Daddy!" I yelled. No response. I rushed around the house, looking for the phone. My mom was screaming upstairs. "Mommy!" I ran towards the stairs. There stood Marleen, holding the phone in her hand.

"Found you," she grinned.

I screamed, jolting awake from my sleep, my vision blurry. I rubbed my eyes, which were wet from the tears. I saw a shadow in the corner of my room. Quickly I shoved my glasses on. I had no idea who or what was in my room. I hugged my turtle Pillow Pet close to my body as the shadow came closer. I slipped on my hoodie. The shadow moved closer.

"Please don't hurt me," I whispered.

"Min, it's only me," I heard Marcel's voice through the darkness.

"Then come over to m-my bed," I stammered. The moonlight shone on his face as he appeared next to my bedside. "D-Don't do that." A tear slid down my cheek.

"No need for crying," he said, wiping the tear from my face. "I'm sorry if I scared you. I just heard you screaming in your sleep and I wanted to make sure you were ok."

"I-I'm fine," I assured him weakly.

"You don't seem fine," he pointed out.

"I-I'm fine dammit!" I nearly screamed. Marcel put his hands up in defense.

"Alright then. I'll just leave," he sighed. "Sorry for bothering you Min."

"N-No!" I called after him. I hate this stutter. How could Marcel live with it? "Can you s-stay in here with me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me," he replied.

"Why do you think that?" I questioned nervously.

"Toby has that written on a Post-It note in his room."

"Oh yea. I told him that when I first met you. The next day-"

"-was my first beating by Toby the Magnificent." I rolled my eyes. I didn't think Toby was that great. He picked on all the nerds and had a new girlfriend every week. I asked him once why he had so many girlfriends. He just shrugged and said," I haven't found the one who satisfies me."

"Well, I don't mean it," I said coolly.

"I guess I could stay," he uttered, pulling up a chair next to my bed. We sat there in silence. It was patronizing.

"What was your dream about?"

I winced as I recalled my latest nightmare.

"It was about my mom," I mumbled.

"Really? What happened?" Marcel cocked his head, his green eyes full of concern. I never really told anyone about what happened to my mom. Or the nightmares. Mostly because no one cared enough to ask.

So I told him.

I told him how my mom had seizures sometimes. And how one day while I was ten she had one that was worse than the other. 

"She started to scream," I explained. "I was only ten and it scared me. My dad was at work and Toby was at a baseball game. I ran around the house, trying to find a phone. But it was too late. By the time I found the phone my mom was gone. She was the only one who understood me. My dad never tries to get to know me, Toby is too busy with his girls and Marleen hates my guts." Marcel was silent for a moment. His gaze caught mine. I could see my reflection. I hadn't notice I was crying. He took my hand and wiped away the tears with my hoodie sleeve.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" he whispered.

"No one bothered to listen," I replied. Then Marcel did something I didn't expect; he hugged me. And I did something I never expected I would do; hug back. We pulled apart. His eyes darted to a piece of scrap paper on my dresser. He snatched it and read it.

"What ist that?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied.

"Can you read it to me?" I said.

"Welcome to my world that's painted with sadness. There's no light or sound you can hear at all. Here I'm waiting silently for you mama. Oh, why were you so cruel to leave poor Minnie alone?"

"Give my that!" I grabbed the paper from his hand and shoved it in my pillow case before he could read anything else.

"Minnie? Is that your real name or just a nickname?" he smirked.

"That's what my mom used to call me," I said. His smirk faded. "Can you sleep with me tonight?"

"Yes," he smiled. He crawled in next to me. I laid on his bare chest. When did he go shirtless? He started to play with my hair. "I love your hair."

"It's a ginger mess though," I protested.

"A ginger mess that I love," he agreed. I huffed and closed my eyes. I remember Marcel humming a song.

"My real name is Harry by the way."

"My real name is Mina."

"Nice to meet you Mina."

"You too Harry." I heard him chuckle. Slowly, I faded out of consiousness. And this time, for the first time in years, I didn't have a nightmare.

Naw.... I thought this chapter was sorta cute don't you bros think? :3 Well, I had to stop due to emotional overload when I wrote this chapter. It's Mark related. Heh heh. Sorry guys. I just... It's just hard liking someone you know won't like you back. It's like trying to catch a star that you know you're never going to reach. My thumb hurts. I should get off. I've been on for a while. You know typing and writing help your brain? It's pretty awesome. You know, I really love being able to type really fast without looking. Well, until the next chapter my brochachos...... I'LL CEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA