Falling Unbreakable (Harry Styles and Marcel Styles Story)

◻Chapter Five: Truth About Things

It was dark. "Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed in fear not knowing who it was, "Don't panic, Marcel. It's just me." I heard a groagy voice, I tutrned around, and little did I know, it was just Harry. "Harry! You sc-scared me!" I said, "Sorry, Marcel." is his response. "I just want to know what happened?" He asks, "What happened on what?" I asked back, "I don't know, I heard you name on two students talking. I heard Luke's name too. What happened?" He stated, "Well . . . it happened." "What 'it'? Tell me!" should I tell him? "Mmmm . . . Hmmm . . . " is all I replied. "What?" He asked more, "Wait, look at the time. It's our Art Class already, bye Harry!" "Ok, let's talk later."

I lied, the Art class wont start already. I really have no idea of telling him about what happened. I'll just lie, again. I don't want to make things grow bigger, because it's not that big, I just skipped lunch for one day, that isn't that bad, right? Or is it? Or is it not? Whatever. If we regret things nothing will change anyway.

Time flies fast, it's already time to go home. On the way home, Harry keeps asking me what happened and here I am, telling him I'm tired to explain even if I'm not.

"No, Marcel. Seriously, what really happened?" He's still curious but I think I really have to tell him this, "There is a vacant seat, we sat there. But then the 'Luke' said it's his property, then we get out on that seat, then . . . that's all." Istated whilst I'm still keeping my feels, "There is nothing much wrong with that, right?" I added. Harry has no response, he just moved on his room and so I do, I want to end this day.

Why can't this day just end? No, I mean there's nothing good with this day. It's full of bullshits.

8:00 pm. Atlast time to sleep.

I woke up and the first thing that pops in my mind is where Charlie come when luke and him go to somewhere. He don't attend Art, maybe he cutted classes.

Our first period today is English, so sad I'm not sharing this class with Charlie. But the cute burnette girl named cat is here. She is so insidious, but I don't want to talk to her because I know I'm so gawky and I might mess things all up, and I might appear like a raconteur because I want to make our conversations grow bigger. I was still mesmerized by her.

"Is this your pen?" She asked me with her cute accent that shocks me because I can't believe she talk to someone like me, "Ahhh . . . " is all my response, well it's all that comes out of my mouth, I am in crux. I want to talk to her but I have no guts to do that and besides I have nothing to say, "Marcel? You are Marcel, right?" "Ugh . . . yes, I am M-Marcel." I murmured, "So . . . is this your pen?" She asked, "Uhmm . . . No . . . No! T-That isn't mine." I uttered with smile on my face to show friendship, or maybe to show I like her. But the that is my pen. She just leave that pen on the floor.

So, Class . . . Class . . . Class . . . Class and class. Then English class is finished. My next period is History. We pack up our things in English and the started moving in our next class. I come to get my pen that I told Cat it not my pen but actually my pen near her chair. Then I noticed there is a phone left in her chair, wait . . . It's her phone, but I don't know where she is, maybe I'll just give it to her later when I saw her. I will not going to open this.

It rang, I said I'm not going to open this. It rang again . . . And it rang. Okay just a peek. Oh it's from Charlie's girlfriend, Annabeth. It says here 'Caaaaaat please don't show anyone the video.' That is the last text. I don't think it's bad if I reply, 'What video?' I texted her back. She replied fast, 'My video with Luke.' She said. What video is it? Whatever is it I will not reply, I will not watch it or whatever. I accidentally clicked the Notes, oops! And then I accidentally read it, 'Whoever you are, I know you are not me because if you are me I wont look at the Notes. Please return this to me because I always misplace this Phone, haha. I just want to tell you that Annabeth and Luke's video isn't in this Phone, it's isn't in the PhotoVault. The password of the PhotoVault isn't 2883 that means cute, okay it's not here! Go away!"oops! I've read it all. Sorry not Sorry.

I open the PhotoVault because the video isn't there. I use the passcode 2883 that means cute because that isn't it. I saw only one video. Wait . . . is this porn? I played it, it was Charlie's girlfriend Annabeth and Luke making out! I also looked at the un-passcoded section of this photovault, I saw a couple of pictures, pictures of Charlie and the 'Luke.' Are they close? Look, and I remember Charlie said he know some of the 'Luke''s secret. Sure am I not looking like a detective here.

If there is a video of Annabeth and Luke and why is there a couple of pictures of Charlie and Luke? In one phone? And it's in Cat's phone?

"What is that, Marcel?" I hear a voice from my back, I turn around and see who it was. It was . . .