One Look (A Marcel Styles fanfic)

Chapter Eight

Eleanor's POV

I'll be meeting Perrie and Veronica at the hospital but they don't know the "plan" that I have and I'm not telling them. I jogged to my closet and got out a pair of grey skinny jeans with a grey tank top with a tiger print on it and marched all the way downstairs and put on my grey TOMS.

"I'm leaving mom" I walked in the kitchen and grabbed an apple to eat. My mom was literally the coolest mom even though she can get mad, she's pretty laid back.

"Where are you going, hun?" She asked me while walking over to the living room with a cup of tea and plopping down on the couch, being careful not to spill her drink. My mom works as a teacher but, since it's march break, she's off the whole week.

"Going to visit Brooklyn at the hospital before she's released and then I'm going shopping with a..." I trailed trying to find the right title to give Marcel.

"A..." my mom motioned for me to proceed. My mom knew about Marcel and said that he was a cutie and that her be great with Brooklyn.

"A friend. My friend needs help choosing some clothes" I replied with no other ideas in my head. I don't really know what Marcel and I are to be honest. Before, we were acquaintances, we knew each other but never talked anywhere.

"Oh ok. Tell Brooklyn I say hi. Do you need money?" my mom asked getting up to get her purse. My mom lets me buy anything I want. One time me and my mom went shopping and she bought me over 30 things! She said as long as my grades are good I can by what I want.

"Umm... Yeah sure" I replied thinking if Marcel even has a sense in fashion. If he doesn't this is going to be a long day.

"How much do you need?" my mom asked searching in her purse for her wallet.

"I don't know. You choose how much you give me."

The highest amount my mom has ever given me was $150. We lived in England ever since I was a little girl but then my dad died so my mom decided we needed a change a moves to America. I wiped a tear that was streaming down my face before my mom saw it. She took out $200 a handed it to me.

"200 dollars?!" I asked shocked that my mom gave me more money the usual.

"Well you are taking a friend aren't you?" she looked at me with a smirk on her face and her eyebrow lifted up.

"Yeah. I think I should leave to go meet up with Perrie and Veronica at the hospital."

"Ok honey, be careful while you drive." She said as I walked to the door. My mom was really protective of me when I drive. She doesn't want me to get hurt like my dad did. I was 6 and I lost the only male figure I had in my life.

Again I wiped away a tear from my left eye I scurried out the door and gave her a quick goodbye. I ran to my car, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Once I was in the car, I let it all out. I had flashbacks of the last day I saw my dad's sparkling blue eyes.

*Flashback*

It was a cold December night, the night before Christmas, I was watching some sappy Christmas cartoon with my mom while we ate cookies and milk as we waited for my dad to came home that's when the home phone rang. My mom loosened her grip on me and stood up with her glass and left to get the phone.

Since I was little I didn't know what the were talking about or who was on the other line. I count inured watching the movie when I heard a startling noise that made me scream in fear. I turned around in my spot and saw something horrific. My mom had dropped her glass of milk on the floor and it shattered into a million pieces. She was on her knees crying and screaming. I ran to her and hug her really tight and started to cry too, even though i don't even know why she's crying.

When I was 12, I found out that my dad was brought to the hospital and was pronounced dead on the scene that dreadful Christmas morning. I had so many thoughts in my head that, I could'nt process the fact the my dad died and that he was never coming back.

I stopped eating, sleeping everything. If my dad wasn't here, why should I be? I didn't want to go to school, mall anywhere in general. I was depressed, like my whole world was falling apart. My mom noticed it and brought me to a mental institution for my depression. Once I was released, Me and My mom moved to America... My new life.

I rapidly wiped all my tears away and got out of the car to go pick up Marcel even if I was supposed to pick him up after I went to the hospital. I knocked and to my surprise Marcel didn't answer neither did Louis. It was Brittany.

"Guys our chauffeur is here" she called Marcel and Louis with her chipmunk like voice. Marcel look confused at the fact the Brittany said "our".

"B-brittany she's h-here for m-me, not y-you" Marcel said standing his ground but still stuttering. Marcel didn't really defend himself but when it's people that are there for him, he tries his best to protect them.

"Oh I know but me and Louis need to go shopping for things so she's going to drive us. Right Eleanor? You don't want to upset Louis don't you?" she said turning her head from Marcel to me, glaring at me like if I had no choice. She has a sinister mind, she can make people do her hard work but I'm not one her little slaves.

"Um... look you little prick! I'm only here to pick up Marcel not your're slutty arse!" I said showing my true colours. I didn't even realise that I raised my voice each word I spat at her. Her expression was priceless, her mouth was wide open, in complete shock that sweet little Eleanor beat her at her own game. Her lips started to quiver and tears were threatening to spill from her eyes any second now.

"Let's go Marcel. We don't need to stay here while this bitch cries..." I trailed off yanking him out and closing the door. I usually don't have this much confidence since Brittany and her her whores tease me in class and munipulate me. I unlocked my car and jumped in it. I was not in the mood to speak to anyone. I started the engine and sped down the road, Marcel clearly still in shock of my actions towards Brittany.

"T-that was...uh c-cool..." Marcel said breaking the silence. This is going to be a long day for me. I just hope I don't see anyone from school at the mall or I'm dead.

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Sorry I didn't update much this week. I have to pack for my vacation but I'll find time to update the story. Eleanor fought back Brittany. FINALLY!! I love getting comments from you guys, it makes me smile. Keep reading and voting stay beautiful <3

-MarieJoy