~Ember~
The headlights shined on a hooded figure leaning against a car by the bridge. Marcel pulled off to the side.
"That must be Jimmy." He muttered. I nod my head and exit the car.
"Jimmy?" I call to the figure. He doesn't seem to move, but as I get closer I can tell it's Jimmy's car. "Hey."
The hooded figure doesn't move as Marcel stands protectively behind me. We're still about 50 feet away from him.
"Hello, Ember. Marcel." He says as he crosses his arms. "Came for your things?"
"Yes." Marcel grabs my hand.
"Good. Cuz there is a lot of things that you need to get." 'Jimmy' walks around to the passanger side door. The car lights up, making it stand out against the pitch black night. A rustle in the bushes captures my attention. I look to where the sound came from, but there is nothing there. I can feel myself start to shiver in the cold air. The only thing that is warm is my hand.
Marcel leans down and whispers in my ear. "Something doesn't feel right."
It doesn't feel right. Jimmy would have just given me my things, he would have brought them to my house. I move closer to the car, Marcel right with me.
"J-jimmy. Where are my things?"
He turns around, his face shadowed, but I can make out some facial features. He quickly draws his arm up.
"Look. I didn't want it to end like this okay?" A gun points at my head. "But you know too much."
His other arm reaches up to his hood, yanking it off. Golden Brown hair glimmers in the light of the car, his eyes a dark blue. This isn't Jimmy.
I gulp. Marcel pushes me behind him, standing in front of me.
"What the hell?" He spits like venom. I've never seen him like this.
"Oh, don't even, Marcel!" The person spits. "You knew this day would come! And here it is!"
Marcel goes quiet.
What's going on? Who is this? I can't see behind Marcel.
"No. Not her. She has nothing to do with it and she doesn't know."
"She knows now doesn't she?" He steps closer to Marcel, I can hear his heavy boots on the ground. Marcel steps back, pressing into me protectively.
"It doesn't matter. She wouldn't say a word." Marcel says, I feel him tense as the other steps closer pressing the gun to Marcel's throat.
"Should I kill you the way I did her?"
Marcel is trembling now. Almost as bad as I am.
Who is this 'her'?
"Johnny stop." Marcel pleads, his hands raise in the air.
My mind races, Johnny?
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Oh, Marcel!
FanfictionMarcel Styles is your average nerd. But beneath the nerd, there's a heart. A heart that just wants to be loved. Ember Rockmore is your average teenage girl. But beneath the girl, there's a heart A heart that almost stopped. When Ember Rockmore mo...
