Marcel's P.O.V
"Louis? You haven't answered me all day. I've been stuck at your house because I'm scared to go to school by myself. You left for work early and I'm sorry for bothering you... just answer me please?" I hung up on the voice-mail and sighed.
Where was he? I usually call him if he's at work on the weekends and he always picks up. Maybe I should call his work. But what if he doesn't pick up from there. My phone started ringing and I quickly answered it, hoping it was Louis.
"Louis?" I asked sheepishly, but a feminine voice replied. "Marcel? It's your mother. Are you at school today? The secretary called and said that you weren't there." I groaned softly, my heart dropping to my stomach of not hearing Louis' voice.
"Sorry, I... I wasn't feeling well. I stayed at Louis' house while he went to work..." I took a deep breath, "Has he called you?" I bit my nails nervously, waiting for her reply. "No, honey. I haven't. Isn't he at work though?"
"I don't know. I always call him at this time and he picks up. Nobody's even there at that time since it's a week day and he always knows I'm calling at this time and-."
"Marcel, you're rambling," She cut me off, "I think Louis is a big boy. He might just have his phone turned off." Marcel sighed, running a hand over his face. "Okay, mum. Love you."
"I love you too, sweety. Are you okay?" I looked down, and around the small lounge area. "Yea..." I whispered, "I'm fine."
"Okay, well I've got to go back to work. I love you."
"Love you too." Marcel muttered, hanging up the phone quickly, and dialing Louis' work. "Hello?" A gruff voice muttered into the receiver. "Is uh... Louis Tomlinson there?" The man laughed loudly, slowly turning it into a small chuckle.
"The punk got arrested. I heard something from in the kitchen that he murdered someone. I knew something wasn't right about that boy. Now, I have work. Bye." With that, he hung up, making me drop the phone.
I put my hand over my mouth.
No.
He didn't hurt the man that much, did he? I quickly picked up the phone and dialed my mum again.
It rang over and over until she picked up again. "Marce-."
"Mum! Please you got to drive me to the police station!" I yelled into the phone. I ran a hand through my hair as she started speaking. "What? Honey, what are you-."
"Just come pick me up and drive me there! Now!" I hung up and got my shoes on running out the house and pacing back and forth on the front porch. Why hasn't he called yet? Wouldn't he get a phone call or something?
This is all my fault. If I didn't run out of the house with him running after me, I wouldn't have someone trying to rape me and he wouldn't have beaten the shit out of him. Why do I fuck every single thing up?
Where in the hell is she? I pulled on my hair roughly, groaning that my mother wasn't hear yet. "Dammit! Hurry up!" I yelled loudly. Then, a car pulled up. "Marcel, get in now." I heard my mother sigh, unlocking the passenger door.
I quickly ran to the Mercedes and opened the door, clambering in and closing it. "Drive. Now." I growled heavily, making sure she turned the steering wheel to turn onto the street. "Marcel, can you please tell me what's wrong?"
"Fucking hell! Fine if you have to get in my business! Louis was arrested. Now drive." She looked at me with a bewildered look and pressed down on the gas pedal a little more to increase the speed. "Sorry... I was just caring about-." I cut her off with a scoff.
"You didn't seem to care about anyone when you didn't tell me about the brother I never had and I will never meet."
"I'm sorry..." She mumbled again, "Why is he in jail?" I looked away, kicking down on the floorboard out of frustration. "I'm not saying anything. Just keep driving." I looked down at my hands and they were shaking. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
"Mum, can you hurry up?" I asked quietly, trying hard for my voice not to crack from the tears building up. "He'll be okay..." She trailed off, unsure of what she was saying. I screamed out and clenched my fist, slamming it into the passenger side window.
"No he fucking won't! He killed someone and it's my motherfucking fault! Stop the damn car!" She pressed on the breaks, making the car jolt us forward slightly. I opened the door and slammed it shut after I got out, the glass concaving into the car as I ran down the sidewalk.
I heard the door slam again and my mum's voice call, "Har- Marcel! Please come back!" Tears ran freely down my face as I heard the name almost slipping out of her mouth. My knees gave out, causing me to collapse on the ground, sobbing loudly.
Why couldn't I be Harry? It's clearly what everyone wants me to be. They always call me by his name I don't know why but they do. Maybe because they want me to be like Harry. Maybe if Harry was still alive, Louis would be in this mess. It's all my fault.
I let out another sob as I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. "Honey, sh, don't cry. Everything is going to be okay. You'll see him. Sh, please don't blame yourself." My mum wrapped her arms around me as I buried my head into the crook of her neck.
"Mum, why do I have to mess everything up?"
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