Reaching Out. (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight

Bella's P.O.V

Frowning a little I debate on whether to reply to Marcel or not. He has been trying to get a hold of me for the whole night. Its not that I want to ignore him. Its just for the best.

Shaking my head I shut my phone off and toss it on my bed. Walking over to my desk I take out all my homework and begin it.

Tapping my pencil on the side of my desk my mind keeps wandering back to Marcel. Why do I keep thinking about him. I never do this, for any guy. It only happened once and that was for Ashton.

Why do boys have to be so stupid? I cant take anymore of their bullshit. Its lies and lies on end. You lose trust in everyone.

The crazy thing is. I've been feeling these feeling way too quickly. Its only been four days. Maybe I should have just left him, that day and he would have been fine.. After a few days.

Why has he been dressing so differently too? Its so strange, how all of a sudden he just changes into a completely different person.

Looking down at my sheet of paper I scrunch my eyebrows together and sigh. These past few months have just been terrible. First my parents, Ashton, Marcel, stupid girls at my school who are so fake its disgusting, then saying I'm a "slut", this world is just screwed.

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Fumbling with the sheets of paper placing them back in my bag I jump up on my bed and turn my phone on, revealing 3 new messages from Marcel.

"Babe? Common, tell me what's wrong. Are you okay, what happened? Please, respond. -Marcel.xx"
" Please, just one word, something to know that you're alright. Even if your not, if your mad at me. Anything. Just tell me, I missed you today since you stepped out of my car. -Marcel.xx"
"Bell, please. -Marcel.xx"

Bell? Is that a new nickname? No ones ever called me something other then Bella. Smiling a little I bite my lip and type away on my iphone screen.

"Marcel, I'm sorry, I was upset. Every girl in school was all over you today and I was pushed away. I left about a half hour early so I could just get away from it. If your not going to talk to me in person, just over text. Just forget everything. -Bella."

As my smile fades away, I lay back on my bed frustrated. Why am I feeling this way. Its not normal for me, I never feel this way. It makes no sense to me.

Almost thirty seconds later he reply's back.

" No no no, Bell, you have it all wrong. I've been trying to get to you all day but everything has just been so crowded I haven't been able to. I need to see you, right now. -Marcel."

Starring at my screen in confusion I think over every possible reason he would want to see me out of all the other twenty girls who probably gave him their number. Rolling my eyes I reply simply making it not seem like I care to much.

 "You can come over if you want, but I don't want to hear any bullshit. -Bella."
"Be there in a few, babe. -Marcel.xxx"

Smiling a little I get up heading into the washroom looking at the outfit I'm wearing. I didn't change from school so I'm fine but I should at least take my hair out of the bun.

Turning the straightener on I take my hair out and let it fall on my shoulders. Giving my head a shake my hair fly's in every direction. Taking my brush, I run it through my hair over and over until there are no more knots.

Taking the straightener I do a quick job and finish everything off. Jumping in my place I hear five knocks on the door and bite my lip.

Walking over to my bedroom window, Marcels car is in plane view on the driveway. Running down the stairs I catch my breath and open the door. Standing in front of me is the most gorgeous boy I've ever seen.