'Marcel'
"Her? What do mean her? Isn't Harry staying?" I gasp and then realize what I said. My mother's face pales.
"Harry? Now why would we bring him home?" She says her face morphing to anger.
"No reason." I squeak.
My mother lets go of my hand and puts her hand by her side. Her other hand, scrolling on her phone now. I peek over and see that she is on twitter, tons of people tweeting about One Direction.
I didn't know my mother was a fan.
"Hey, uh Mom?" I touch her arm lightly and she tenses.
"What is it?" Her voice cold.
"I was wondering, uhm, how was your, uh, trip?" I say, being careful not to mention Harry, even though I really want to.
"It was lovely. Had lots of buisness work to do." She says simply and returns to her phone.
So much for that.
"Okay, Marcel. Are you ready to meet our guest?" Dad walks through the door, but plants himself in front of the doorway. I can see a pair of legs standing behind him. The long legs thin and old.
Could it be my grandmother from England? I haven't seen her in ages. No, no. They weren't even in England. They were in California. It had to be someone else.
"Steven, move aside now!" My mom says giggling and regaining her bubbly personalilty.
My dad steps swiftly to the left. Behind him is a tall old woman. She's dressed in a purple coat with a matching hat that keeps her wirey gray hair in place. Her features are hard at first, but soften when her eyes catch mine. She drops her bag with a thud on the ground and opens her big arms wide.
My mind goes blank as I stare at this woman standing there waiting for a hug.
I run to her and fall into her arms.
Mrs.Slovak has finally come back.
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Oh, Marcel!
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...
