~Twenty~
"Sweetie, come one stay with me. You cant sleep just yet. I know your head hurts, but the doctors going to call you in any minute." My mother reassured me. I don't know what's going on per say, I mean I keep zoning out every time my mum says something, "Sweetie, are you there?"
"Yeah." My breath came out shaky. Gemma was pacing back and forth the hospital waiting area. She kept talking to herself, muttering incoherent words every now and then. She was nervous because the wait was taking ages and every time she would try to find out how much longer, they ignored her. One thing that she hates more than someone messing with her little brothers is being ignored; that's Gemma for you, always a jewel.
"Why is this taking so long?!" Her voice full of irritation and frustration.
"Gem, sit. You're stressing Marcel out even more." My mum patted the seat next to her, ordering her to sit down. "Do you need anything else baby?"
"W-water."
"Alright, I'll be right back."
My nerves were still every where after hearing about Amie and Harry. It couldn't be true.. could it? I mean, I know Harry, he wouldn't do that, right? What am I thinking of course he wouldn't! I mean yes he does get all the girls, and yes he is popular, but Amie? Not that she isn't worth it, but I mean she wouldn't let him, would she? She had to much dignity to let that happen. She always talked about waiting until marriage...but then again it was Harry.
I'm not trying not bad mouth my brother, but he could get any one he wants, so why Amie?
I was knocked out of my thoughts when a boy ran into the waiting area. I didn't bother to look because I knew who it was, and I most certainly didn't want to see him, but he didn't seem to get the memo.
"Oh man Marcel! Are you alright? Mum called me on way to Amie's . She was frantic and having a full attack. Are you alright? Who did this? Did anyone touch you? The boys are on their way, they're scared too. I told them they didn't have to but they insisted and-"
"Can you just shut the whole you call a mouth?" I snapped.
"Marcel!" Gem stared at me with hard eyes. She was shocked by my outburst, but I was too.
"S-sorry. I just, it's my head, it hurts like crazy. I'm sorry Harry." But I'm not.
"It's okay." He seemed to understand my anger as he brushes off the comment. Inside I'm fuming but I have little strength to do anything about it.
From the hospital to our house is 30 minutes, and from my house to Amie's it's another 5 so that a total of 35 minute,. Mum called him at 7:36 and it is now 8:20 which means it took him 45 minutes for him to get here. Forty five minutes minus the thirty five only leaves 10 minutes in between. So Harry had 10 minutes to himself extra with Amie, but that is dependent on the speed and velocity that the car would have had to be going. If he were following the speed limit then my estimation is correct with the 35 minutes, but if he were going faster than the time would ultimately decrease, if slower the increase in time seems reasonable. But it is also dependent on-
Marcel stop!
My head ached more with all the possible calculations that I came up with. So many things could have been a factor but than again I could be overreacting. Well unless it is true, then my estimation is reasonable, and the extra 10 minutes could have been spent in his back seat of Harry's car. Which would lead to the subtraction of clothes, and the division of her legs, which would let them multiply...
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I hit the sides of my head with my fist. Hard.
"Marcel stop!" Mum and Gemma tried to stop me but I didn't want to. I wanted to get all the awful thoughts out of my head. I hit my head harder and harder until the pounding was unbearable.
"Please some one help my son!" my mum yelled.
I soon felt multiple hands on me, so I began to squirm. My arms and legs began to kick, I was causing a scene in the lobby, but I couldn't control my actions. Tears were falling down my face as I tried to get the nurses off of me. I felt a slight sting in my arm and soon enough My lungs felt like they had collapsed and everything was fuzzy. I don't know what was happening, but it was fun.
"WHY HARRY! Why Amie!" The words finally left my mouth before everything went black
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Transformation (Marcel FanFic)
FanfictionMarcel Styles. Straight A student, top of his class, soon to be valedictorian. He and his best friend Amie have been connected at the hip from the very beginning. He isn't the coolest in school but things change for him during his last year of schoo...
