Reaching Out. (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen.

Bella's P.O.V

I shouldn't be doing this. Letting him come into my house yet again only to know how it will end up. He will be leaving here even more annoyed with me then he already is. The way he's already acting I can tell this will not turn out well and I'm going to dread every single minute of this night.

"So, let me just say what I need to say with no interruptions and we can get through this easily with no problems."

Marcel nods satisfied and raises his eyebrows at me with a smirk by the way he planned out with words causing me to roll my eyes and raise my eye brows as well. If he thinks talking to me like this is going to go somewhere he better get a reality check because there is no way that I will let him treat me like shit.

This is the thing with Marcel. He thinks he knows best and is better then everyone else. Just because he changed his look into tight skinny jeans and t-shirts that it his toned body perfectly doesn't mean he is better then me, or anyone else for that matter.

I know I shouldn't be listing all the amazing things about Marcel, his body, eyes, face, hair, tattoo's, everything is perfect -- 

"I also really need to tell you something and I want you to be the first one to know because its hard for me to even think or talk about but I know it needs to be done and be brought back." Marcel says looking at the wall behind me not bothering to look in my direction.

Tell me what? How he is dating Alicia and they've been dating since before so he needs to bring back this shit and hurt me for his and Alicia's own amusement. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a camera somewhere set up in here so they can watch this over and over and make fun of me.

Sighing with a nod I scoot back on my bed making no eye contact what so ever at the curly haired boy in front of me. I shouldn't be nice to him, so maybe its my turn to be mean and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

"Why don't you just go tell Alicia all your problems. She'd let you get in her pants, again, because she would feel sorry for you. I don't understand why you keep coming back to me if you know you are going to treat me like shit then go run off and make out with Alicia."

"I've only once had sex with Alicia and its not like its the first time I've ever has sex with anyone so you shouldn't be jealous of Alicia. Be jealous of all the other girls I've had it with."

What? Where is all this coming from. I don't care in the slightest that he's had it with twenty, thirty, any amount. It doesn't affect me in the slightest. But when the way he said it with the damned smirk on his face and the tone in is voice, it got me both annoyed and a little jealous.

Groaning I shake my head and bring my knees up to my chest, hugging my legs. For a quick second I glance at Marcel who is still grinning like a mad man his eyes glued on me. I don't understand him in the slightest.

"Can you just tell me and get it over with. Then you can go and do whatever the hell you want with Alicia and you both can be happy."

Shaking his head rather quickly he stands up and walks over to the window peering out of it before leaning against the wall looking at me.

I watch as he runs his large hands through his hair letting a deep sigh out. Dropping his arm back down to his side his hands almost look like they are shaking. Is he nervous?

"I don't know what you've been told, or heard or anything but I need you to know that I don't have feelings towards Alicia at all. Yes, I've been spending a lot of time with her but that is only because you have been ignoring me and being all pissey and I don't want the drama its quite pathetic actually."