Chapter 17

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Bethanies POV..

From:Dad- Hey sweetie! How are things going? Remember to stay inside unless you are with friends and that I love you! See yah soon Princess!

I show Marcel the text. He chuckles a bit. Right now we are watching Marley And Me. After watching this movie I'm going to be pooped from crying. I focus on the movie. As soon as Marley is put down I start to cry. Marcel giggles at my actions. I playfully slap his arm. He puts his hands up in defense. This movie is just so emotional. The door bell rings. I get up.

"I've go..." I push Marcel back down.

"I've got it!" I say. He nods. I run to the door and open it to find a Harry Styles looking at me. My eyes go wide.

"I'll be right back in Marcel! Just a sec!" I push Harry back into the wall on our porch.

"Why the hell are you here?" I ask clearly scared! If Marcel finds out he will kill me. Harry grabs my cheeks and smashes our lips together. I let him kiss me for about a Minute then push him off. Harry looks at me confused.

"I'm taken. Sorry." I shrug. He just rolls his eyes.

"Beth, I'm going to be gone for a while. Just know that....." The door opens. There stands Marcel.

"Harold?" Marcel asks. Harry growls.

"Marcel. I am talking to her in private. Give us 5 more minutes!" He snaps. Marcel shakes his head and grabs me.

"Harry, she is mine. Always will be." I look at Harry and wink. He groans. I get out of Marcel's grip and lean up to Harry's ear.

"Good luck!" I whisper. He smirks. I can't believe I did that in front of Marcel but you know, Yolo! Haha. Harry snarls at Marcel and leaves. I just frown. Marcel takes me into the house.

"What did you whisper to him?" Marcel asks harshly.

"I just told him good luck for the X Factor!" Marcel looks at me with anger. He grabs me and brings me over his lap....wait what? Then it happens. Marcel slaps my bum hard. I flinch and start to form tears.

"Marcel please stop, it hurts." He soon recognizes what he's doing and stops. I jump up I shock.

"I can't..... I just....." Marcel stands up in front of me.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too. Something took over." Marcel says. I run up to my bedroom and lock the door. Once it's closed I slide down it and cry. My bum stings. Damn, I am messed up. Marcel knocks.

"Please Mar.. I need time to think." I sigh.

"I understand. Love you!" He sighs also. Then without another word he leaves. I hear the door slam and Marcel talking to himself. This love stuff is driving me insane. Is Harry right? Is Marcel on drugs? I can't tell right now but in determined to figure it out. My bum still stings as I stand and pull out my phone. I get on to my messages and text Marcel first.

To:Marcel- Hey I just wanted to say, sorry! I love you too! Come over tomorrow for a picnic at the park? I ask. He responds quickly.

From:Marcel- Sure babe! I love you too and no, I'm sorry! Please forgive me!

Next I text Harry.

To:Harry- We need to talk. Please? He responds with a simple 'Yes.' I mentally slap myself. I can't trust one of these boys. Which one is it?

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Who do you ship the most? Harry and Bethanie or Marcel and Bethanie? comment and tell me! Thanks ill be updating sooner! Love y'all! :*

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