The Styles Twins

Chapter 3

~Marcels POV~

I pulled up in front of Heathers house and walked up to the door. I slowly knocked and the door opened quickly. "Hey Mar" Heather said grinning. "You look amazing." I couldn't believe my ears. She said I was amazing. She was wearing a light blue ball gown with white heels and her hair was curled. I was in a tux and nice dress shoes. "Me? You look amazing. You are amazing" I blurted out. She looked at the ground blushing and whispered and thanks. We walked to my car and I helped her in. "You really know your manners." Heather said looking at me. "Thank you. I really pay attention to it." I glanced at her and started the car. She wouldn't stop staring at me. I didn't complain though.

~Heathers POV~

I couldn't stop staring at him. Every time he caught me I looked out the window blushing. I really like him. I thought to myself. I cant stop thinking about him. Marcel Styles. He is so smart and cute and funny. We have so many things in common. The love for books, our studies, numbers. It was fantastic. When we pulled into the school parking lot Marcel gently parked and helped me out of the car. A gentleman. I thought grinning. "Why the sudden grin?" Marcel asked smiling. "Just thought of something funny." I lied. He looked at me and shrugged. Im a horrible liar. I never lie. This is a first lying to my crush. I thought. MY CRUSH?!?!?! I HAVE A CRUSH ON MARCEL STYLES!!!!!!! My head screamed. We walked inside and I immediately saw Harry. He looked furious. I have no idea why. Its just Marcel. I was pretty confused. "Would you like to dance?" Marcel asked sweetly. "I would love to." I replied smiling. He pulled me out onto the dance floor and spun me around. We quickly got into the beat and danced for the next 5 songs. We took a break so we could get something to drink. "I'll be right back." Marcel whispered in my ear. I nodded and sat down at an empty table. Harry saw me and walked over to me. "Why are you here with Marcel?" Harry asked. I was so confused. "Marcel asked me to the dance  and I agreed." I replied still confused. "With that nerd?" Harry said harshly. "He isn't a nerd." At that moment Harry got up I glanced around my shoulder and saw Marcel. Angry.

~Marcels POV~

I heard the whole conversation. She defended me. Harry was being so rude. I knew that I shouldn't have asked her to the dance. Heather looked around her shoulder and saw me. Harry wouldn't stop looking at us. "Jealous?" I asked Harry. "Very. I was going to ask her." Harry replied. "Harry. I asked you if it was okay and you said I could do what I want." "I thought you would be smart." Heather stood up and looked at us. "You both like me?" "Yes" we said at the same time. She stunned and walked over to me. "Marcel," she whispered in my ear, "I like you." With that she walked out the door and I turned to Harry. "What did she say to you?" Harry asked. I wasn't paying attention I was to focused on the words. "I like you." She had said. I looked at Harry. "She likes me." I turned on my heel put Harry grabbed my shoulder. "Marcel Styles. She is mine. I will make her mine." I was so scared. I closed my eyes before anything really happened. Since my eyes were closed I didn't see Harry pull back his arm.. All I remember was a horrible pain in my jaw and left eye.

~Heathers POV~

I ran inside. I had walked outside to get some fresh air. I had thought that things would be okay. I opened the door and saw Harry hit him. Twice. OVER ME?!?! I ran to them and shoved Harry and helped Marcel. I put him in the back of his car and drove to his house. I told his mom everything that happened. "IS MY BABY OKAY?!?!?! WHY ISNT HE AT THE HOSPITAL?!?! She screamed at me. "Mar is fine. Harry is fine. Also, it would be kinda awkward." I replied. "How did this happen? His brother hit him because they were fighting over me." Yeah that wouldn't be weird. She handed me so ice and I ran up to Marcels room. I gently put his head in my lap and put ice on his jaw and eye. Then he woke up. This deadly look was in his eyes. I was so scared. He saw me and immediately his eyes went soft. "Are you okay?" I gently whispered. "Fine." he replied. "Where is Harry?" Marcel asked. "He is out. I don't know where at." He closed his eyes grabbed my hands and went back to sleep.