*** ITS BEEN TWO WEEKS***
It's finally been two weeks since we first boarded this boat, and at 11:30, we are supposed to start heading back to the docks. ''In an hour, now.'' Harry reminded me for the twentieth time. I sighed and looked down at the water below us. To be completely honest, we haven't talked to each other for the whole week and a half. We only communicated through grunts. If his leather journal was on the bedside table next to me, he wouldn't ask me to pass it to him. He would just get up and get it himself. I ignored him-as he did I- and that's that. I am glad the time is completely over. I don't know if I should tell him to move over because he was sitting on my suitcase. I had everything on my bed and ready to go, but all I need is to put it all away. I grunted and tugged lightly on the suitcase. I guess he got the message, because he sat up. I pursed my lips together, and opened the suitcase. Harry looked over at me and sighed. ''You have dimples too. I never noticed.'' he whispered. I ran my fingertips over a cheek, as if I had never noticed them. ''Yeah.'' I muttered. Harry looked awkwardly back at his notebook and scribbled something. I didn't feel like folding my clothes, so I just stuffed them into my suitcase. Harry noticed and looked up at me, then looked down at the filthy thing and kept writing. ''Okay, are you like writing bad things about me? I saw you writing and looking at me, so explain.'' I put both hands on my hips. ''I am writing about you. You seem like a good topic. To me, at least. I am sorry for all I did to you during this...lovely getaway, but I must admit, you are a good topic. So I'm so sorry about whatever it is your feeling, but I'll let you know, you are over exaggerating.'' he sassed. I frowned. "Whatever, Harry. You know, you think you're cool, but in reality, you're not. So just stop trying hard." I hissed. Harry stayed silent. I honestly do not care anymore if no one likes me after what happened. I hate Jade, Harry, and all his friends! I want to go home and watch educational YouTube videos with Marcel. I want to make fun of some of them and eat Nutri-Grain granola bars with him. I just want to leave this floating HELL and go home where I am happy. I finally get up and start driving the boat to the docks. Harry walked up to the wheel and slumped down on a chair next to the boat. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. I rolled my eyes. "Sorry doesn't fix anything." I replied coldly. "Look, I had no idea you were so caught up with Marcel, I didn't know you were that good of a friend." he continues. "What makes you think that?" I asked curiously. "The fact all my friends are thugs and none of them have a warm heart." he confessed. I could feel the tension between us. "We'll I hope you know that after this, I'm acting like none of it ever happened." I alerted him. Harry looked at me with soulful eyes. Eyes I've never seen on Harry. "Okay." he nodded. I stopped the boat on the dock it was on two weeks ago and grabbed my suitcase and car keys. "Here." I dropped the keys on the cop's desk without saying another word. I walked to my car and drove home. My face dropped when I saw my parents' car on the driveway. I sighed and entered the house. It smelled like pumpkin pie, as usual. "Where on earth have you been, Bailey?" she asked me. I looked at her, dumbfounded. "I was on a boat for two weeks." I answered her. She sighed. "I know, I got a note from school." she pointed to an envelope on the counter. "oh." I had no words. "So you got in a fight with a guy at the mall? Why?" she asked. "He was picking on my best friend." "We'll you can't talk to him like a sane person?" she asked. "No, he wouldn't listen." I replied, fitting the pie into the foil at the proper angle. "Well go up to your room. You have school tomorrow, you need to study for whatever test you have.'' she directed. I obeyed, knowing she was dead serious when she was mad. At least, I think she's mad.. I opened a book and stared into space thinking of Marcel and how his two weeks were. I end up falling asleep about ten minutes later.
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Hey, sorry I didn't update for a while! I've been busy with school work and family drama and practice.... well I'm trying to update as much as possible. I promise, I am. It's just hard with so many things going on. Anyways, I'm updating ASAP. (sorry for incomplete chapters, btw.) xx ❤️
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The Brother
FanfictionMarcel and Harry Styles are two completely different brothers. What happens when a girl falls in love with one of them and meets their friends? And whay happens when a friend mistakenly finds out Marcel is Harrys brother?