Harry and Marcel, the Styles brothers

working this out

Harrys pov

its been two weeks since Taylor left. Im hurt that she talks to Marcel but not me. I miss her and I would take back the whole mystery guy thing. I haven't been the same. I won't talk to anyone.

Marcel and his girlfriend broke up and rumor has it he's into Taylor again which makes me mad because he knows how I feel and he has the advantage.

I was at my locker when I saw Taylor and Marcel walking by me. they were laughing and it just made me feel worse. so I did the one thing I have never done. I pushed Marcel so he fell on his face.

"WHAT THE HELL HARRY!?" both Taylor and Marcel yelled once she helped him up.

I just shook my head and took off running. I was hurt, and angry. I regret it but I still did it and that won't change. I sat outside against the wall and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I looked up and there stood Taylor. I couldn't tell how she felt and I didn't know what she was thinking.

she sat down next to me and didn't speak. "talk to me." I said while she sighed.

"I like you a lot Harry." she said and my head shot up.

"but I really like Marcel too." she said and I sighed. I took her hand in mine while she looked at me unsure.

"let me talk to Marcel about this, we can work something out. okay? all you need to do is forgive me." I said and she nodded.

"Harry, is he gonna hate me if I date you?" she asked and I shook my head.

"he can't hate you. I've been a jerk to him his whole life and he still loves me." I said while she shook her head.

"no that's different, you're his brother, I'm just some girl." she said with a small sigh.

"you will always be more than just some girl to me. always." I said while she gave me a slight smile while we sat there.

A/N: sorry for this extremely short and crappy chapter. I know I don't update much with this story anymore and I'm sorry. I have a massive case of writers block with this story. I truly am sorry