Ding Dong.
I hear the door bell chime inside the Styles' house.
"Coming!" I hear Harry shout from the other side. "Oh hey Isabella, erm, come on in." He runs his hand through his curls. "Marcel should be up and about in a few, erm, yeah." Harry sits on the couch flicking on the tv.
"Thanks, hey Harry? Can I talk to you for a second?" I sit on the opposite side of the couch from him.
"Uhm, sure, what about?" He shifts his gaze from the tv, cautiously meeting my eyes with his.
"Well you see, yesterday I met this woman. She claimed to have known you but not know you now." I started.
"Huh?" His face is a dead give away that he doesn't follow.
"Do you know a Georgia Rose?" I blurt. Instantly Harry's face contorts to different emotions but settles on shock.
"Where'd you hear about her? Have you seen her? How is she? Is she okay?" A million questions spill from his lips.
"So I take that as a yes." I reply.
"Erm, does she... does she talk about me?" His eyes look up at me, burning with hope.
"I only talked to her once, but from what I gather, she still thinks about you a lot. Maybe I could help you guys get back in touch." I suggest.
"Oh, uhm, Stevie would like, kill me..." He mutters, slouching into a ball of crushed dreams.
"She would like to see you, I can tell. And as for Stevie, who cares?"
"I care, that's Angelo's older brother!" Harry tenses with frustration.
"You don't think I don't know this? Have you forgotten that I was pretty much around Angelo's family 24/7? Stevie has moved on, he's married with a little boy so he doesn't matter now. The only thing standing in the way of you and Georgia being together is your fear! GOSH! What is it with you people, someone tells you you can't do something and you take it that that's the way forever! You guys don't stand up for yourself and you live in fear! Stand up and fight for what you want and what you believe in! For fucks sake!!" I scream at him, finally snapping. His eyes stare up at me, big and round, stunned at my sudden outburst. I look up to see Marcel, for the first time, standing on his own. He stares at me with the same facial expression as Harry. "I-I'm sorry... I just... I..." I look between them speechlessly and rush up and out of the room. I don't know what to say.
I burst through the back door and the cool morning air fills my lungs. I soak up the orange sunlight as I regain my focus. The chirping birds fill my ears with music.
"Isabella? Are you okay?" Marcel's voice sounds from behind me. I nod my head as he approaches my side. He takes my chin in his hands and turns my head to face him. "Then why are you crying?" He brushes his thumb on my cheek, wiping away the tears. That's when I notice I'm crying.
"I just can't take it anymore," I hug him tight, releasing tear drop after tear drop, crying for the first time in a long while.
"You've been too strong for too long, baby. Shhh, everythings going to be okay." He whispers, holding me close. "I'm here for you, let it all out." He hums.
"I love you, Marcel." I mumble once I regain a steady breath.
"I love you too, Isabella." He kisses my forehead. "Are you better now?" I nod.
"I didn't mean what I said in there..." I whisper to the floor.
"It's okay," He reassures. "Everybody has been there. We all have said things we didn't mean, especially when we're upset or mad. Come on, let's go back inside." He grabs my hand and leads me through the door.
