Falling Unbreakable (Harry Styles and Marcel Styles Story)

◻Chapter Four: A Love You Can't Deny

IF I DON'T PUT SOMETHING LIKE **Harry's POV** AND THEN IT'S MARCEL'S POV (Because if you haven't noticed, almost all is narrated by Marcel, because Marcel is the main character.

.) BUT IF I PUT **End Of POV** THAT MEANS IT'S NO ONE'S POV, LIKE THIS ONE, THIS CHAPTER STARTS WITH MARCEL'S POV. THANK YOU

I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE STORY SO FAR, EVEN IF IT'S KINDA BORING BECAUSE IT'S JUST THE BEGINNING. BUT I PROMISE TO BRING THE BEST SHOW EVER. AND PLEASE DON'T LEAVE, THERE ARE MORE EXCITING THINGS TO HAPPEN IN THE FUTURE CHAPTERS.

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT...

-Kyla .xx

Do you know that feeling when you have done everything but it's still not enough? When it's really your very best and people are still not satisfied? When you really try to fascinate everyone but it doesn't work? Dang it. But just I'm probably talking about the Science project, we got B-. Not any more deeper, just a science project. Nothing more, nothing less. No, seriously I mean we really do our best for that project, I want to complain. But I have done nothing, I want to say that just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it's wrong. Our teacher isn't that good to judge a project.

"I had the best dream, Marcel." Charlie told me the time that we were going to pass the project a while ago, "No, you don't, Charlie." I replied, "Why do you think so?" He asked, "Because the best of the best dreams happen when you're awake, 'cause you can make it real." I explained, "In my case, I can't make it real." "Why? What do you dreamt about?" "I dreamt about my brother, Percy. He was still alive, everything is just ok." "But..." "But he's dead, forever." "No, I was about to say 'But I'm just trying to be more poetic' but you interrupted me." "Oh sorry, but you kinda make sense. The best of the best dreams happen when you're awake. Just being true to life. I shouldn't take your thoughts for granted." "But..." "But..." "But..." "But..." "But we used the word 'But' in our conversation like 10 times..." "Yeah we should stop." "I agree with you this time." Then we both laughed. Just a good flashback to start my 4th period, Math.

I used to sit with this wierd misunderstood asian girl who don't even talk, I even wonder if she can understand English. But today's Math class, I sit with Annabeth, Charlie's girlfriend. I just realized she is a fan of Miley Cyrus, because she is just drawing a pop-art of Miley Cyrus in her notebook and not paying attention to the teacher. "What are you doing?" I asked even if I know, "Well . . .I believe it's pretty obvious, drawing Miley Cyrus." She answered, "Why? Why can't you just listen to the teacher?" "Aint got time for that. And I'm doing this because I can." "So just because you can, you will do that?" "Yes, if you have anything in your power to do it, do it, because some people can't. Just like that girl in the front do you think she can draw without the teacher noticing it?" "Well . . . Uhm . . . No. But you can go Zipline across Pacific Ocean with only your foot has support?" "I'll probably do it. Because I have the guts to do it. The less you care, the happier you will be, so take risks. Do everything, regret nothing. Replace the fear of the unknown with curiosity!" "What if you fall? And never good enought to swim back?" "Well . . . It's just okay. Like what I said, do everything, regret nothing. It's just either I suceed, or I learn. And what if I don't fall? Before you quit, try." "You overcome the word 'Well' in your sentence, and you're going deep." "It's a metaphor of my thoughts. Well . . . We already have a deep well. As deep as my thoughts." Okay, I get it. But I really don't. I just think I get it.

Life makes sense. No, this day makes sense. No, half of this day makes sense. People love, People hate; People die, People live; People judge, People respect; People reject, People accept; People trust, People lie; People fail, People try; People Laugh, People cry. And you don't know why. They say Life's a bitch. If you're doing it easy, you're doing it wrong.

After the 4th period, as I walk through the hallway, I saw Charlie again and I remember the next class is Art class, or the 3 period me and Charlie are together this day. But before art, is lunch. "Let's just find a seat before we order." Requested Charlie, "Okay." I replied, "Oh there's one!" I added. I wonder why nobody sits in there. Other people are standing while eating even if there's still a seat, silly people. "Okay let's just sit there." We sat there and everyone stares at us. We ate until someone comes to us, "Wait a minute . . . why are these geeks here?" I turn around a see that it was that 'Luke' "Shut up, Luke. You were just like us 3 years ago." Charlie defended and all that 'Luke''s friend were like "oooooo..." "But that is the past now." 'Luke' corrected, "So what, just because it's the past doesn't mean is don't happened." Charlie replied. "But I don't live in the past anymore. So just move our way out because this is our place." "You don't own us." "I own this place." "No you don't. This is made for all." "I don't care. Just move." "Don't make me tell everyone your secrets." Charlie said that almost ended up their converstation until that 'Luke' broke the whole silence. "I never liked you." He said. "Do you think I do?" Charlie responsed. 'Luke' just hold him and whispers "We need to talk." to him. 'Luke' drag him somewhere no one would see them. I realized Annabeth was with luke a while ago but now stayed to the vacant seat together with Luke's friends, I asked her "Annabeth, where are they? What will happen?" Annabeth doesn't reply but she gave me that I-Don't-Know action. One of their friends asked Annabeth if she knew me and she said no. I felt so small.

It took them like 15 minutes to talk. 'Luke' come back in the seat while me and his friends are just there, standing. Yes it's really 'Luke' because I can't mention his name without proper introduction. "Move!" 'Luke' shouted whilsy he pushed me a bit, "I said get out!" He added. I just run, running out of no where. And then someone in a hoodie get me, and put me here in an unknown room. It was dark.

OKAY AUTHOR'S NOTE AGAIN, I HOPE YOU FIND THIS CHAPTER NOT AN ORDINARY ONE... BECAUSE IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, THIS IS DEDICATED TO YOU ALL SUICIDAL READERS... LIFE MAKES SENSE... JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU CAN CRY, YOU CAN SCREAM, BUT NEVER EVER EVER GIVE UP... SOMEONE LOVES YOU AND CARES ABOUT YOU, LIKE ME. EVEN IF I DON'T KNOW YOU. THIS CHAPTER OFTEN CONTAINS WISDOM... STAY STRONG. AND NEVER LOWER YOUR HEAD TO ANYONE WHO CRITISIZES YOU, YOUR CROWN CANNOT DROP MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS.

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