Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Forty-Five

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Chapter Forty-Five


"Scared of me hurting you? How could you be scared of that?" I ask confused. I want to smooth the frown on her face, her eyebrows that scrunch together.

Veronica laces her fingers with mine and holds our hands between both of our chests. The back of my hand presses against her heart and hers presses against mine. I can feel her heart beating beneath our intwined hands and I know she can feel mine as well. And we just stand there and look at each other, our eyes set on the others. My green ones on her brown ones and vise versa. Lost in this world of us two.

"Because of moments like this. Times when you make me wish things could be different. That we could actually be together. It scares me to think you have this hold over me," she whispers to me. "I'm not used to needing someone."

"But you said you needed Aiden," I remind her.

"That's different," she says. "You and Aiden are two separate people. Two very different people." Veronica frowns and her voice shakes when she speaks. "And I'm not sure of what I'm supposed to do."

"What do you mean?" I ask her, rubbing my thumb across hers, feeling the tingles run down my spine at our soft touch. Her breath that brushes against my face.

"I don't know. I'm just so confused over this entire thing," she shakes her head. "There's just these voices in my head that won't go away, telling me to just dump Aiden and be with you."

Her words give me a spark of hope. She wants to be with me. "You want to be with me?" I ask quietly, feeling each and every breath she takes.

"I don't know what I want," she whispers, her face looking extremely torn. "But I do know that I can't stand to be away from you. I hate the thought of having you leave me. And I most definitely cannot stand to see someone hurt you."

I swallow the lump in my throat. This is just too intimidating for me. I'm too close to having the girl I want, but I know she's distant. I can't stand to think about losing her, but I know it's going to happen. No one sticks around with me forever and I just know this whole thing will blow up in my face.

"What's wrong?" Veronica asks suddenly, reaching her free hand up to cup my cheek.

I frown down at her, wondering how this one girl can be so damn emotionally troubling. "I'm afraid too," I admit. "That you'll hurt me again. That I'll wake up from this entire thing and realize you we're playing with me the entire time. I'm afraid of the lies, but mostly the truth. Because the truth hurts more than any lie could." I can't believe I just told her all of that, but I'm glad I did. It's like a weight off my shoulder.

Veronica gives me a small smile, her fingers tugging at my curls. "We can be scared together. Fear is one's worst enemy, but two is better than one," she smiles wider.

My heart beats in my chest quickly, a loud pounding in my ears. Her brown eyes are on mine and I focus on the translucent blue of her contacts around them. I wonder if she stares at the same thing on my eyes. A thin layer separating our eyes from the world, narrowing it down to just is two.

"So where do we stand?" I ask, wondering what this all means.

Veronica sighs. "I honestly have no clue." I groan and she laughs softly. "But we'll figure it out. I know we will. Romeo and Juliet did. We can too."

I chuckle and grin at her. "I still can't believe Mother bought that."

"I can," she giggles. "I can be very persuasive."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "That sounds like you're about to seduce my mother."

"Maybe I was," she smirks. "I've gotten away with a couple girls." My mouth falls open and she laughs, pushing me away from her playfully. "I'm kidding, you freak! I don't play for that team."

"Well you never know, and if you did I'd be totally cool with it," I shrug, a wide smile on my face as I tease her.

Veronica gasps sarcastically at me and puts her hands on her hips. "Trust me, I'm 100% invested with interest towards males. Including," she steps closer to me, "a certain curly haired, green eyed guy in my house."

"Who is that?"

She grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her violently, her brown eyes flashing mischievously. "I think his name is Marcel or something."

I know she's joking but I can't stop the frown. "Oh, him."

"Harry, I was joking," she realizes her mistake and loosens her hold on my shirt. "You know that right?"

I nod. "Yeah, sure. It's just...you're the only person who hasn't called me that and I'd like to keep it that way."

Veronica pulls me closer to her, wrapping her arms around my body beneath my leather jacket. I feel her hands press wide against my back. "I promise to never call you that. I don't know him at all. I've only ever had interest in Harry Styles," she pauses, "In you."

Veronica's words make me feel better and I believe her with my entire being. I hug her close to me, my hands on her waist. "Okay," I say.

Veronica laughs. "Okay? That's all you have to say?"

I shrug. "I don't know what else to say."

"Well, how about we put your lips to some other work besides talking." She bites her bottom lip and gazes up at me. My body quivers suddenly and I feel her nails press into my back.

"Such as?" I croak, my voice breaking.

She tiptoes and presses her lips gently against mine. I instantly want more, a deeper kiss than the small peck she gave me. "Such as that," she whispers.

I hold her closer to me, loving the way she just fits into me. "I think I can agree to that," I smirk and bend over to kiss her again.

She stops me by pressing her finger to my lips suddenly, a smile across her face. "But first you've got to clean up this mess. Then, you can kiss me."

I groan as she leaves me, a feeling of sudden emptiness coming over me. I glare down at the water on the floor; the crunched up water bottle in a corner.

I didn't know I have a temper, but I guess now I have to watch it.


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