~Marcel's POV~
My eyelids fluttered open and the sunlight streamed in. I stretched and realized that I must have fell asleep in my clothes. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, rubbing at my tired eyes. My turtle, Leeroy was munching on his food in his tank. Everything seemed so normal.
Then it hit me.
All the things that happened last night came flooding back. The text, the party, finding Ember and bringing her here.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. There she was. Still on the couch, almost in the same positon I had left her in. I crept closer and cringed when the floorboard squeaked. She moved her hand and breathed in deeply then let it out slowly. One eye slowly opened and then she must have saw me and they sprung open and she pushed herself up.
"What the.." She said looking at me and then looking around.
I walked over and sat in a chair close to the couch.
"Marcel?" She said and covered herself with the blanket. My hair was still gelled back and concealer on my face.
I stared at her, sure that my eyes could tell the story.
"Ember, do you remember what happened last night?" I asked my voice deep from the sleep.
"No?" She said and let the covers drop, her eyes growing wide. "W-what...happened?"
"You went to a house party with Jimmy, I'm assuming." I paused to see her reaction, but there wasn't one.
"W-well then, uh, I got this text and it said it was you and you wanted me to come to this house. The house that the party was at. S-so I went. Because I w-wanted to see you." I blushed and bowed my head.
"Keep going Marcel. Explain to me why I'm laying on your couch." She said the anger rumbling in her voice. I'm sure it was only because she was protecting herself.
"Everyone made fun of me as soon as I walked in. Then Johnny yelled at you for inviting me and you said you didn't. Then he said we were a couple and you denied it. He laughed in your face and you ran out of the house." I said, looking her right in those blue eyes. "I found you on Chicago street laying on the side walk. You said to leave you to die, but I picked you up and brought you here."
"So basically, you kidnapped me?" She asked, her emotions unreadable.
"No!" I said, the shock apparent on my face. "I would never do that. I didn't know where your house was and I sure wasn't going to leave you there."
She stared at me a long time before she answered.
"Ya know Marcel, you look good with out glasses. And your hair isn't exactly in place. It's like a whole new you."
I opened my mouth, but no words came. How can she just go from anger to compliments.
"Well, I guess I should thank you for saving me." Ember said and began to pull the covers off herself. She shakily stood up and patted her pockets, her bag falling to the floor.
"Uh, hey did you take my phone?" She asked and then noticed her purse and rummaged through it. I shoke my head. She looked up at me in horror then.
"Marcel...it's gone. My phone is gone. I think I left it in Jimmy's car."
My own phone buzzed in my pocket at that exact moment. I pulled it out and looked at the message. My heart beating wildly as I recognized the number from last night.
"Hey loser. We have Ember's phone. If the slut wants it back, she's going to have to pay for it, and I don't mean in moola. -Johnny."
My jaw dropped and Ember pulled the phone towards her. Tears formed in her eyes. She looked from the phone to me. Her face paled. I took her into my arms and held her close to me.
So unlike me, but it was as if I acted on impluse.
She let it go, screaming and crying into my chest. Beating on me with her hands balled up into fists.
"I'm sorry Marcel. I'm so stupid." She cried. "I'm so messed up. I thought you were scared of me."
And I held on. I didn't let her go. We stood there in the middle of my living room.
This was the first time I had made the first move. An instinct.
My heart thumped wildly, but I don't think Ember could hear it over her own screams.
But I knew, right here and right now this was the start of something.
I knew I needed her as much as she needed me.
We needed each other. Our hearts were searching for each other and it took just two days now to realize

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FanfictionMarcel Styles is your average nerd. But beneath the nerd, there's a heart. A heart that just wants to be loved. Ember Rockmore is your average teenage girl. But beneath the girl, there's a heart A heart that almost stopped. When Ember Rockmore mo...