One Direction, R5, and 5SOS Imagines<3

Marcel Imagine

"Hey Marcieeeeee!" I exclaimed as I ran down the hall to greet my best friend. 

Marcel just scoffed and walked faster.

"Marce,  what's wrong."  I asked him, clearly concerned.

Marcel just walked faster, and I tryed to keep up with him. 

What was wrong today? Why such the bad mood?

Did something happen in his last class?

Oh, I hope they wern't causing him any trouble. 

Marcel's never gotten bullied before.

Has he?

"Marcel, please, tell me what's wrong." I asked him pleadingly.

"You! That's what's wrong!! I thought you were my best friend! I've been brutally harrassed physically and verbally everyday since I came to this stupid school! What have you done to stop it? Nothing! Leave me alone whore!!" He barked, stopping to stare at me.

I'd never seen Marcel like that before. I felt a mixture of pity and guilt. Was I really that blind? For this whole year, I wasn't able to see him being bullied. What else did I not know? On that same thought, how much of his appearence has he been hiding from me? That last split second when he turned to look at me, I saw the green in his eyes, the fire burning through them. For the one split second, the Marcel I'd known forever, became dark.

I watched him run ahead of me, I sat there broken. 

"Marcel." I whimpered. 

I ended up skipping school for the rest of the day, and from what I'd heard, so did Marcel. What shocked me was that he actually skipped.  

I was so taken back by his sudden rage that all I could think of doing was to cry. Marcel had been my best friend for years. Where did his sudden urge of anger come from? 

In the middle of my current crying session, the doorbell went off.

"Gabs, someone's at the door for you!" Mom called from downstairs.

"Comming." 

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw a boy my age with wild curls and black sunglasses on. He was wearing a plain black tee and a pair of black skinnys. 

"Um, hi. Do you..erm..wanna come upstairs?" I asked this strange boy, gesturing toward my room. 

He awkwardly shuffled up the stairs and we both settled in my room. 

"Have you- have you been crying?" He askes me, with a sympathetic low voice. 

"Yeah." I said nodding my head.

"I'm so sorry. I-I really shouldn't have said those mean things." He admitted, his voice wavering.

"M-Marcel?" I asked, completely shocked at his sudden transformation.

"Mhm." He said, tears prickling his eyes.

"But, Marcel! Why didn't you tell me! I could've helped you!"

"No, Gabby, I couldn't put you through that."

"Where did all this come from, by the way? I never knew about these tattoos? And the deep voice? And the curls?"

"Gabs, the reason I looked like such a nerd was because I didn't want to be stereotyped from my grades. Growing up I had intended to be exceptionally smart, and I didn't want looks getting in the way of that. But now I see that if I want to protect myself, then I need to show how I really look. I always had natural curls, and my voice was always deep. I'd gotten these tattoos over time, and right now I'm wearing contacts. Please, I'm not any different than what you always knew, I just look different. I am so sorry for everything I said this morning, I had just finally snapped and I couldn't take it anymore." He pleaded.

"It's okay." I sighed. "I guess I was just blown away by your sudden anger, you were my best friend for ages and I thought I lost you."

Marcel sighed.  "Gabby, I don't know if I wanna be friends with you anymore."

I felt my heart brake in two. 

"What?" I whimpered.

"I wanna be your boyfriend."

Five simple words. 

Had he really felt this way? 

Do I feel this way?

Of course I do.

I felt the tear prickling my eyes again.

I couldn't make out words now, so I simply nodded.

"Yes, yes Marcel." I cryed.

"Hey gabs?" He asked me.

"Yea Marcie?"

"I'm going by my middle name now. Harry."

I smiled and engulfed him into a bear hug.

"I love you." He said, whispering in my ear.

A/N lol, sorry that one was so long, I just really got into that one. XD