Beat Still

Chapter 28: Beat Still

Surprise bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. (lol is anyone else obsessed with that?)

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*Marcel's pov*

"Hi, how may I help....you."

I took a step away from the doorway as he took one step forward, holding out his hand.

"Hi. You must be Harry. Is Marcel here?"

I stared at his waiting hand as I registered what he just said to me. Why would he think I was Harry?

As a reflex I attempted to push my glasses up on my nose, but I realized they were not there. So that's why he mistook me for my brother.

When he figured out that I would not shake his hand he laughed nervously and ran a hand through his shiny, black hair.

"It-it's me..." my voice was barely above a whisper.

His eyes widened in shock and realization as he took in a sharp breath.

"Mar? You have...curls. Where are your glasses? Are you wearing sweatpants?"

I did not know it was possible to feel anymore uncomfortable than I already did, but as his golden eyes searched all over my body, I figured out just how possible it was.

Choosing to ignore his 'stating the obvious' rant, I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.

"How'd you find out where I live?" I found myself gaining more confidence as the seconds passed.

Partially because we were on my territory, and I feel safe in my own home. But mainly because he was sweating as if just my presence made him feel vulnerable-which of course gave me confidence.

"I hate to admit this but, I followed you one day and-"

I immediately attempted to slam the door, but he catches it quickly.

"Please Marc, let me explain please!" He begged and I shook my head, trying not to hear what he was saying. I know it's illogical, but whatever.

"Go. Away." I reached for the door knob, but he gently grabbed my hand.

"Mar-mar please..."

"Do not call me that! You don't get to call me that anymore!" I shook my head furiously and put my hands over my ears.

Why is he doing this to me? I was finally over him! I mean sure, Louis just broke my heart too, but that only helped me to be over him quicker.

"Please. Can't we just go back to being Mar-mar and Zaynie-poo?" he had tears in his hazel eyes, I want to wipe them away but I cannot be concerned with that right now.

"No."

There was no way that we could ever be what we once were. He did things that I will never forget. He said things that he can never take back.

"Then will you at least let me apologize for everything I did? Neither of us will ever be able to fully move on if we don't talk about this, Kid."

My lips almost formed into a smile at his use of my old nickname. What he called me when we first met, and for most of our relationship.

He only began calling me Mar-mar after I changed his pet name to Zaynie. Before I simply called him Z or, as of late, Him.

"Fine come in. But if you try any funny business, there will be four boys here ready to kick your butt in less than three minutes, got it?" I opened the door wide and motioned for him to come in.