When nerd becomes bad boy. (Harry/Marcel Dark)

Chapter 11

*Marcels p.o.v*

I CANT BELIEVE IT. MY BROTHER KISSED HER. HE DID IT AGAIN. UGH, THIS IS WHY I DONT WANT HIM IN MY LIFE.

I knew it was a good idea to follow her, I know it was wrong, but im glad I did.

I ran towards them and before she had time to push him off, I yank him off onto the sand.

I didnt know how else to take out my anger, so I jumped on him and punched him over.....and over....and over.

Until I heard Cameron shouting at me,

"MARCEL, MARCEL GET OFF!!"

I couldnt stop, I was fucking furious.

"STOP.STEALING.THE.GIRLS.I.LOVE. IM SICK OF YOU!!" One final punch, and he slides out of my grip and runs off.

By the time he was off the beach, Cameron was in my arms, safe. I close my eyes in relief, she was mine again.

*Camerons p.o.v*

Marcel, how were you so strong?" I ask him, surprised he knew how to punch like that.

"Well, I didnt play poker the hole 2 weeks I was away from you..." I feel him smile against my forehead.

"I started boxing, for this exact reason. To protect you."

I look up at him, still in his embrace.

"You didnt have t-"

"I wanted to." He says. I smile at the fact he cares about me so much.

"Which reminds me, I got a match tonight. Wanna come?" He asks. Its not like my mum would care.

"Sure." I scream, kinda excited.

"My gym isnt that far, lets go." He grabs my hand and walks us off the beach. 10 minutes later we arrive at what feels like a stadium, which in a way was a stadium. It was huge!

"Woah." Was all I could say.

We cruised in, and the first thing I smelt was sweet. Gross. He lead me down a couple of hallways, and into his dressing room.

"So how long is training?"

"Training? I have a match tonight." He says.

"A-a real match? But what if you get hurt?" I ask, getting scared.

He comes towards me and kisses me, then rest his forehead on mine, his eyes locked on me.

"Nothing will happen. I promise. I would never leave you."

He kisses me again to reasure me, I believe him. He will be okay.

"Okay, I need to get dressed, you should go sit in the crowd. Match starts in about 2 minutes." He tells me. I nodd and make my way out.

"HAY!" Marcel yells to me, I turn around.

"I love you!"

I smile and walk out. I find a seat quiet close, a lot of people have showed up. I sit and wait, then, the lights go dim.

"WELCOME EVERYOBODY." I hear over to microphone.

"In this corner we have a gentleman weighing 109 pounds, who goes by the name of Marcel Styles."

The crowd roars and screams. Marcel walks up with his shorts and hoodie on, waving to the crowd.

" And in this corner we have a boy the same age weighing 113 pounds, who goes by the name of Andrew Daniels."

Andrew? OH NO, ANDREW!!! From school. But I thought he had injuries from when Marcel threw him into the lockers. Guess not.....

Marcel obviously didnt know who he was vsing, because once he saw him a light sparked in his eyes. Oh no........

"Okay boys, we want a clean fight." They boys nodd in agreement. The reif backs up, "3......2.......1....FIGHT!"

They start to jump around the ring, waiting for someone to throw the first punch. Of course Marcel went for him first, throwing a punch for his head but missing. They went for a good 30 seconds, the crowd was so loud, may as well thought I would join in too.

"GOO MARCEL WOHOOOO!!"

Marcel looked at me and smiled, as did I. But my smile disappeared when I saw what happened.

Andrew hit a straight punch to the face of Marcel. Then in the gut, then another to the head. Marcel feel to his knees in defeat. He was crying, but to finish Andrew took one final swing at his face. Marcel feel down to the bottom of the ring.

The crowd went dead silent. People were shocked about what just happened.

Tears fell from my eyes.

"MARCEL!!!!!!"

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THANK YOU FOR READING!! Kinda left a cliff hanger for yah. Hahhar I hope you enjoyed this weeks chapter, hope it wasnt bad. Love you all!!!xox Byee!!

-Shayla