Reaching Out. (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine

Bella's P.O.V

Fluttering my eyes open I feel something plop down on the bed beside me. Looking over to my clock the time read 7:00 am. Turning my head over to the weight that made my bed sunk I look over to see a gorgeous boy with chestnut curls starring down to me.

"H-How'd you get in here?" I say softly rubbing my eyes. 'Your door was unlocked, why? Someone could have come in and done who knows what." He says sternly. "Yeah, I can tell." Signalling to him, who had just entered my house un-expectedly.

Biting my bottom lip I study his face for a moment before continuing. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you, and I knew you would probably want a ride to school." He said looking at me smirking a little.

Leaning up on my elbows I rub my face, hearing Marcel laugh deeply. Removing my hand I look at him with a confused expression on my face.

"Your hair is messy, it's cute" He says winking at me. Frowning a little I cover my face with the duvet covers.

"Shut up." I say biting my lip. Feeling motion on the bed the covers are slowly pulled down past my chest Marcel looking at me with his emerald eyes.

"So, I was thinking we could go out tonight? Me and you, we can try the fun fair again if you'd like." He says leaning a little closer.

Fumbling with the duvet I look in his eyes, noticing they are a little darker then before. Biting my lip I nod slowly agreeing to his offer.

"Good." He says before leaning down and kissing my cheek, trailing kissing down my jawline. Stopping where my neck and shoulder connect.

As his gently kisses become harder I bite my lip, gasping softly as he begins to suck on the spot.

A gasp leaves my lips as his tongue slips out of his mouth trailing around the tender spot on my neck.

"Marcel" I say softly running my fingers through his chestnut hair, he pulls back a little blowing on the spot, sending goose bumps along my skin.

Looking up at him as he leans back I fist his brown curls, making a soft moan escape his lips. Leaning down he pressed a gentle kiss against my ear lobe.

"Your mine now." He whispers leaning down to kiss the spot on my neck. I bit my lip frowning a little.

Looking up in his eyes, they were much darker then before, making me look away.

"You should go get changed now, I'll wait for you." He says sitting up again. Nodding a little I obey and stand up rubbing my face.

Opening my closet I grab a pair of skinny jeans and a crop top, placing them over my arm.

Heading into the bathroom Marcel's deep voice startles me. "You can get dressed out here if you want."

Biting my lip I shake my head closing the door and locking it. Before un changing I check the lock a few times before letting a deep sigh escape my lips.

Turning to face the mirror I pull my shirt done to be met with a love bite Marcel had left.

Why is he doing this to me? Trailing my finger over the spot I cringe at the still tender skin pouting a little I pull my shirt off changing into my clothes.

Running my brush through my hair I bring it around my right should making sure I get all the nots out before opening the bathroom door to see Marcel leaning against the door frame looking down at me with a smirk.

"You look good." He says while winking. Looking down I squeeze past him feeling a hand grab my waist turning me around to face him.

He looks down at me sliding his hands to my lower back, before placing his hands in my back pockets. Looking up at him fear in my eyes he squeezes my bum causing me to move forward pressing my body up against his resting my head on his shoulder.