The Brother

Chapter 1:

Today was the day before prom night. As in, my last day to be myself and wear my plain black jeans, a Ramones t-shirt, and some black converse. I could be makeup less, and my hair would be pulled up in a ponytail with loose fly aways everywhere, and not be judged. Okay, maybe alittle. But Monday is when everyone will look at me and think "Wow, if only everyday were prom night so she could look pretty and save my eyes." I havent been asked, because I know that people think Im just a dorky loser. Im actually Marcel's best friend. He and I decided to hang out at prom night together. You didnt catch my name, did you? Im Bailey Winston. I grabbed my black backpack and walked to school, chewing on an apple. When I arrived, I saw the familiar off-black Cadillac. Oh no. Thats Harry Styles' car. Hes a bad boy who always picks on Marcel and I. Well, not exactly me, but Marcel. I end up sticking up for him. I rolled my eyes, and ignored him. Instead, I looked around for Marcel. I walked to his bike, which was parked at the bike rack, and found him, leaning against the brick wall, reading a novel. I think, Harry Potter. I walked to him and poked his shoulder. "Hey," I greeted. "Hello. Any sign of him?" he asked, referring to Harry. I nodded as he frowned. "Yeah, but his group of friends are there distracting him." I relaxed him. He sighed in relief. "Oh thank Go─ Oh no." He frowned again. I looked at what he was looking at, which was Harry, a girl called Jade, and one of his guy friends, Zayn. They all walked to us to start picking at us. "Oh look, Marcel and his girlfriend. Eew, they might study together...after bedtime!" Harry teased. I rolled my eyes. "Sassy one, are you?" Zayn snickered. "Ugh. Just get away." I leaned on a hip. "No. Now move it while we pick on Marcel." Jade pushed me aside and punched Marcel's stomach. I flinched at the sight of his pain. "Stop!" I pulled Harrys curls. He turned, along with part of his posse, and smirked at me. "Oh yeah? You wanna take his place?" he asked, pointing at Marcel. I shook my head. "No, Styles. So you just leave before I-I..." I ran out of words to say. "You what? Tell my mom?" he laughed. "Before I kill you." I blurted. I honestly think my mouth has its own mind. Harrys face went to a pale color. "Whatever." he left with his posse. I walked to Marcel and fixed a strand of his well groomed hair. "You okay?" I asked him. He nodded. "Yeah, I just─wow. Were you really going to kill him?" he asked. I shook my head. "That wouldnt look good on my college applications." I joked. The bell rung signaling for homeroom.

After school, I met up with Marcel to go to the shops to look for shoes for the both of us. "So what will you wear?" Marcel asked me. He had a British accent just like Harry's. Only Harry has a deeper voice. "Ill show you tomorrow. Hey, will you tell me about your travels?" I asked for the millionth time since Ive known him. "Okay. So when I was five, I left with family and friends here. I moved from Georgia to Los Angeles. Then I met you, and thats all. Youve made my life...happier?" he said, more of a question on that last part. I laughed. Marcel says he lived in England for most of his life. He moved to America when he was five, along with his family and friends, like he said. I guess he had family issues, so he just moved here with his dad. Marcel never really tells me much about it... as in, hes not very detailed. I never ask, in case he's hurt in some way unexplainable. I walk with him to the food court before we leave, and sure enough, I find Harry with his posse. Sarah, John, Zayn, Jade, Liam, Louis, Sophia, Niall, and of course, Jake. Why were they here? Normally, they go to alleys and ghetto places in LA. Not the mall. I ignore him and stand in line of Panda Express with Marcel. Of course, Harry, being the jerk he is, walks over to us and begins taunting Marcel. "Oh, Marcel, you weirdo. You have a face not even a mother could love." Harry insulted. Harrys posse laughed out loud, and Marcel's face turned from his usual tanish skin tone, to a bright red. "Shut up, or I spill it." Marcel said through cleched teeth. Tell what? "Dont. You. Dare." Harry took a step closer. "I will if you dont stop." Marcel smiled grimly. Did I miss something? "Dont. Or Ill kill you." Harry's face also turned red, along with Marcel's. "Harry is─"Marcel began, but by now, Harry was on top of Marcel, pounding on his face, turning the flawless baby face to a bloody red mess. I screamed and ran to Harry, but Louis held me back. "Let them." Louis was holding me with a strong grip so I was watching Harry beat up Marcel. Louis tightened his grip on me, so I cant break free from his grip. After many attempts, I finally broke free. I punched and pulled Harrys curls and back until the mall cop came and grabbed Harry and I by our wrists. He walked us angrily to a room nearby and silently filled out a paper. "Okay, guys. You two will stay on a boat romorrow, alone. You have today to pack your clothes for two weeks. No weapons or food. Only water is permitted, but it will be checked. Got it?" the man informed us. "Wait what is the purpose?" Harry asked. "You two will be on a boat, alone. This is how you will figure out how to get along with eachother. Any questions?" he asked."Where is it?" I asked. "The map is on the back of the paper. Be there at six in the morning." He got up and walked out, leaving us alone. "Great. Were here alone, and we have to spend two weeks together." Harry sighed. "I know." I rolled my eyes and got up. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Home. I have to pack. Like you do." I walked out the door and walked home alone, since Marcel was no where to be found. He probably is at the nurse, getting cleaned up. I rolled my eyes at the thought of staying on a boat with Harry Styles for two weeks. Maybe if I get upset, I could pack a notebook and hide my feelings by writing them down? I walked into the house and began packing my clothes, along with some food, Advil, toiletries, a pencil pouch filled with colored pens, a pillow and blanket, a flashlight, scissors, a book, and a stress reliever. Yes, I own a stress reliever. Dont ask me why. I did my homework and sat the suitcase aside. Mom and dad went on vacation with my little brother's birthday for the weekend, so Im home alone. I made myself dinner and ate silently. I washed dishes and went to bed. What if Harry kills me on the boat? Or vise-versa? I fell asleep thinking of my horrid two weeks on a boat with Harry.