Reaching Out. (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Seven

Bella's P.O.V

"Wake up Bella!" My dad yells shaking me. Groaning as I push him away I stretch as much as possible before opening my eyes to the brightness of the sun shinning in my room. "Hurry up your going to be late." He says rolling his eyes and walking out of my room.

Scrunching my eyebrows I lean up on my elbows in utter confusion. What is my dad home for? He hasn't been home in over a month, along with my mom of course.

They aren't home much. Always out for work so I don't see them much. Not a bad thing either. My parents are extremely rude and haven't cared much about me since I was about 12, when they starting leaving me by myself so they could go places. One time when I was 13 they left me for a year then came back only for a week before leaving again.

They never showed any interest in me or what I do. So I don't bother to talk to them anymore. Frowning a little I get up out of bed and head in for a shower. Blow drying it after.

I keep my towel wrapped tightly around me while walking out to my closet pulling out a pull over sweater and a pair of black leggings.

Putting my clothes on I grab my Uggs and put them on also. Making my way back to the bathroom I put my hair up in a messy bun and apply a little bit of make up.

Finishing up I look in the mirror and shrug a little at my appearance. I've never been the pretty type, the beautiful type or the attractive type. I don't understand how me and Ashton even dated because he always goes for the "sexy" girls.

Heading downstairs I pass my dad grabbing an apple. He looks at me with a stern glance and I return it walking over to the table pulling my phone out.

"Last night was amazing ;) Except the little incident with you know who ;)x Want me to come pick you up today, love?;)xx -Marcel".

"That would be fantastic, thank you ;)x -Bella."

Grinning as I reply back I think over last night and how it was. Marcel is not who anyone would think he is. People think of him as some smart ass nerd, but he really isn't. If everyone saw him yesterday and how he pulled things together the way he did. Any girl would go crazy for him.

"Bella?" My dad says rather annoyed. "What!?" I say yelling back looking over at him returning his annoyed glance. "Who are you talking to?" He says raising an eyebrow. What the hell, why does he care. Its not like its his problem.

"Does it matter?" I say sounding a little more rude then intended. "Actually yes, it does. I have every right to know who you are talking to seems as how I am YOUR father." Shaking my head I narrow my eyes.

"Marcel." I say flatly while rolling my eyes. "Is he your boyfriend?" Biting my lip I shake my head. "Just a friend dad, jeeze." I say while standing up and grabbing my bag. "Where have you been anyway?" I say scrunching my eyebrows together. "What made you come back?" He looks at me shocked then turns away walking towards the front door.

"Just to check up on you. Making sure you haven't done anything you weren't supposed to." He says walking out the door. "Well thanks for caring" I say flatly rolling my eyes. With that he gets in his car and leaves.

Closing the door mumbling a few curse words and walk over to the couch. I pull out my phone again. Not five minutes later the doorbell rings and I'm greeted with the same Marcel as last night. Wearing a darker pair of skinny jeans and a navy blue V-neck still loose and baggy.

"Hello, love" He says in his deep British voice. "Hey" I say softly with a smile. "Ready to go?" He says with a wink holding his hand out for me to take. Nodding I take his hand and step out of the house and close the door. As Marcel opens the car door for me I turn around to thank him, but before I have the chance he plants a soft kiss on my forehead before walking over to the other side of the car and getting in.