Marcel

Chapter 36

A/N: I don't know if some of you forgot or you skipped chapters, I don't know. But Marcel got contacts awhile ago and his hair is curly now. Ethan has seen his tattoos, but that's it so far, other than people at the concert and Cami. He's slowly beginning to dress like Harry too, in like flannels and t-shirts. Just thought I'd let you know because I don't think some of you realized that... :)

Marcel's POV

No. This can't be happening. I can't even run anywhere because I'm on the dock. I can always jump in the water, right? I take a few steps backwards as he walks closer to me.

Cami's voice echoes in my mind, "Call me if you need anything."

I put my hand in my pocket to find my phone. Crap, I forgot it in the car. I can't call Cami for help this time.

“What are you doing out here?” Louis asks.

“Just, uh, nothing... N-Nothing.”

“Oh... I was riding my bike through the path and I heard someone. Is everything alright?”

I've finally calmed myself, “Why do you care?” It comes out harsher than I expected.

He puts his hands up, “Woah, just wondering.”

“You don't know who I am, do you?”

“You're Marcel, Cami's friend, right?”

“You have no idea...” I mumble.

“Of what?” He seems genuinely confused. He honestly doesn't know.

Do I tell him or not tell him?

“You, uh, you used to bully me...” I mutter.

He freezes, “I did?” His face is tight in confusion.

I nod, “You honestly don't remember?”

He takes a deep breath causing his chest to expand slowly, “I had no idea that was you. I didn't even know your name back then... I'm so sorry...”

“Little too late for an apology...”

“Marcel, I really am sorry,” he says, walking closer to me.

I push him away, “Stay away.”

“I-I'm sorry. Can we talk?” he asks, running his hands nervously though his hair.

“Sure,” I say folding my arms across my chest.

“I never meant to hurt you...”

“Yeah, right. You expect me to believe that? You just want me to join your band.”

“Please, just listen.”

“Fine.” I'm trying to act strong and mad, but on the inside I'm freaking out. I'm so nervous, it feels like my heart is about to burst through my chest. Hopefully he can't see through me.

“You see, well, I was new to school... They threatened to beat me up if I didn't become their 'sidekick' and bully people... They used me. At first, they were really nice to me, they made me feel excepted. A-And then, they started making me take people's lunch money. Then, it slowly become more abusive and mean. I was too afraid to say no, they were so much stronger than I was... I had seen what they could do to people. Then one day, I didn't do what they told me to. I decided it was enough. I didn't want to be a bully anymore. I had been a bully for a year. One year too many... I never should've hungout with them... I regret it so much,” his voice cuts off and a tear slips from his eye.

Is he really crying?

“I-I'm sorry, Marcel. I really am,” he says looking down at the ground, trying to not cry.