The Unexpected(Marcel/ Harry Styles) *On Hold*

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Harry's/ Marcel's POV

3 months later

I trudge down the school hallways glumly, keeping my head low and holding my books close to my chest as i pray that no one notices me. I sneak a glance around me carefully and sigh in relief as i spot none of the populars. The populars mainly consisted of: Natalie, the school slut who has slept with 90% of the male population of school with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, Damien the quarterback popular jock with pure black hair and dark brown eyes, Nathaniel Damien's side kick/ best friend with blonde hair and blue eyes, Cassandra with blonde hair and cold gray eyes and last but not least Kale the school's bad boy player who had all the girls he wanted. Kale kind of reminded me of my Harry side, which quite terrified me, he was tall but shorter than me with dark brown/ black hair and green eyes. They were my nightmare and because of them i was even afraid of my own shadow.

Wherever i went i had to look over my shoulder in fear and cower away fearfully at the slightest sound. I had suffered through everything from having my head ducked in a toilet bowl to be beaten to the point i had more bruises than i could count. I had thought of fighting back of doing something, anything but then i would remember Simon's words. I was supposed to be the quiet nerd here, the one that took it all in, that didn't fight back. What hurt me the most though was that no one seemed to care, they all knew, they all watched what happened to me but no one reacted. In fact most of them laughed or if they didn't they would just remain apathetic walking past it like i wasn't even there. At some times i'd think i saw a girl staring at me with sadness flooding her eyes, the girl i first saw when i arrived here but I'd always dismiss it as my desperation for someone to care. I had come to realize that no one cared and no one would care. I was alone absolutely, utterly alone.

I had tried talking to Simon about it, about the bullying and beatings i suffered but he wouldn't listen. He said i was overreacting and that i just had to try and make some friends. Friends, i couldn't be friends with all those cruel, uncaring people. The fact that i couldn't talk to the lads made it even worse, i had to go through everything alone, with no one to comfort me, no one to be there. Out of the corner of my eye i saw a group of girls who hung out with the populars squeal and fan girl over a new found picture of me as a baby. I internally scoffed at the irony, if they knew that I was Harry Styles they would treat me differently, i know they would. Sometimes i just want to scream at them to stop, to fight back, to tear off all those hideous clothes and tell them who i really was but i couldn't, not yet anyways. I promised myself though that when all of this was over, i would come back and rub it in their faces, see how that feels.

I trudged my way to my locker, grabbing what books i needed and dropping those i didn't carelessly inside before closing my locker and walking towards Bio, my least favorite lesson. I mean yeah i know its important but why do we need to learn about how our insides work?

I took a seat in the front of the class because it was difficult for people to tease me when i was right in front of the teacher and this was where nerds sat so i had to keep up appearances.

Mrs. Wills, our Bio teacher was already seated at her desk, grading papers. Mrs. Wills was one of those weird ladies with the squeaky voice who you always assumed to be virgins with 90 cats and a horrible sense of style. Today she was wearing dark yellow cargo pants, a dark green shirt with light purple sleeves and bright red Doc Martens. That's just one of the better outfits on her collection. You should've seen what she wore last Friday.

People started filing in as soon as the bell rang, some shooting me nasty glares before proceeding to take their seats. I slump back in my seat as the teacher starts her lecture and get lost in my thoughts again. I just block out the world and everyone in it,  thinking about the life i had before i came to this hell hole, my friends, things that make me happy. As soon as Mrs. Wills starts talking there knocking at the door before it opens to reveal a petite girl. She has a worried look on her face as she scans the class, her eyes falling on me as i look down to my desk. It's the girl i saw on my first day here, with the stunning dark brown/ red eyes and long dark hair cascading down her back. She was wearing a wrinkled, tight blood red v-neck shirt, black faded jeans and a black leather jacket and if i weren't in class and wasn't dressed up as a fucking nerd i would be flirting with her.