One Look (A Marcel Styles fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen - Twin Rivalry

Author's Note: This chapther is dedicated to @bringmeto1dpls for guessing who Anonymous was! It was... HARRY! Haha I'll stop talking now

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Marcel's POV

I came downstairs yawning and scratching. The memories if Brooklyn came flooding back making me realize I should've apologized.

I look up and saw the girl that I loved with my twin brother, Harry. When did he come back?!

"Marcel, Harry is back because I let him out of juvenile prison..." mom said looking down and biting her lip.

"Hey" he smirked wrapping his arm around Brooklyn's waist as they ate breakfast.

Brooklyn didn't even glance at me. Did she hate me that much? I'll need to talk to her soon.

"H-hey" I managed to say even though I was panicking inside.

Harry went to juvenile prison because, last year he beat me up at school so bad that I had a broken leg for a month and the police came to school.

I had to prove to him that I'm not weak. That I can be a bad boy just like him. I'll prove everybody wrong.

"H-hey, Brooklyn"

"Hi" she looked at me and smiled. A fake smile. I frowned and looked down.

I made my way over to the counter were we usually eat breakfast. I say beside Brooklyn and glanced at her.

She was smiling at Harry from ear to ear. She did like him.

What does Harry have that I don't? I have the clothes and the hair. But Brooklyn seems to not care about that.

I sighed.

I started to eat my eggs when I heard Brooklyn say "I need to go to the bathroom. Where is it?"

"Down the-"

"Hall first door to your right" Harry finished the sentenced I started with a smirk plastered on his face.

I frowned again looking at my plate filled with pancakes and bacon.

Brooklyn smiled at Harry and gave me a blank expression.

"We need to talk later"

His voice sent shivers down my back. He truly scared.

I nodded my head really fast and ate my breakfast. Brooklyn came back and sat between us both.

She took out her phone and I suppose she was texting someone.

"I think I should leave now, I'll talk to you later, Harry."

"Text me"

"I will"

She opened the door and left. Harry looked at me and put his dirty dishes in the sink.

"Marcel, we need to talk"

"I don't want to talk to a monster"

I stormed out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room. I shut the door behind me and slide down and started to cry.

Why did he do this to me?

What did I ever do to him?

A light knock was heard from the other side of the door. It must be Harry.

"Marcel?"

"Leave me alone"

"But I need-"

"Please leave. I need some time to process what's happening. We can talk later"