Only time will tell (punk louis and nerd harry)

I told you...

(Marcel's POV)

Louis had dropped me off at home about 5 minutes ago, but I just stood in front of Gemma's door contemplating if I should knock or not. After about standing there for 15 minutes I reach my hand toward the door about to knock when the door suddenly opened. Gemma's tall figure walked through the door stopping right in front of me.

"OMG MARCEL! You scared me, what are you doing?!" Gemma shouts.

"I..I..I was just gonna talk to you about um what happened between... Uh you and L-Louis b---" I was cut off by Gemma's yelling.

"MARCEL!! Marcel, I don't want to talk about it, who even told you?" She's shaking now.

"Louis did." I was nervous "I'm sorry Gemma I'll just go to bed." I started to walk away down the hall when a hand was placed on my shoulder "No Marcel, I was rude I should be sorry, I'm just not in the mood tonight, maybe tomorrow?" Her voice was sincere.

"Sure." I simply answered before rapping my arms around Gemma's neck pulling her in tightly, for a hug. Gemma quickly hugged me back, as we pulled away she spoke softly, "please, Marcel don't trust him." I nodded my head and turned away.

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That night I couldn't fall asleep, all I could think about was Louis, Louis this Louis that. I hated it!

Gemma told me to stay away but how could I? Just look at him, his light baby blue eyes, the way his hair flopped over his eyebrows. His small but fit body that I towered over, his amazing smile and laugh. The way he acted around me, just everything about him was perfect. I was so mad at Gemma, why can't I talk to him? He's not bad, well not to me that is.

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-the next morning-

*crash*

I sprint up from my bed and rushed down the spiral stair case to find my sister laying on the floor.

"GEMMA!!!!" I shouted as I dropped to the floor helping her up. Her limp body fell onto mine as I lifted her up. She had cuts all up her legs. I sat her on the bar stool at the counter.

"What happened?" I asked walking over to the sink and grabbing a wet washcloth to wipe up the blood on her leg.

"I was um, I was cutting a strawberry. And I had a um flash back of um..." Her voice trailed. "FLASHBACKS OF WHAT GEMMA?!" I yelled in her ear basically.

"Flashbacks of... Louis." The shameful look on her face was more defined. "From when he cheated on me. Thats what made me drop the knife. Then I thought of when he tried to get me back and I wouldn't date him again so he... he..." her head fell down, she fiddled with her figures. "What did he do Gemma?" I faintly asked. She huffed out a breath, "He then b-beat me. Thats w-" She was cut off by me, "HE BEAT YOU! as in hitting and punching?" I was shocked. "Yes Marcel. Thats why I had fallen to the ground. I guess I fell onto the knife." The bleeding on her leg was getting worse.

"Lets get you to the hospital." I stated before picking up gemma from the stool bridal style and running to her car. "Marcel Harry Styles you can't drive. You only have your permit."

"Ands you're an adult, so I can drive." I flopped her into the passenger seat before climbing into the drivers seat. The drive to the hospital was short since everything in this town was so close to eachother. I handed my phone to Gemma telling her to text our mum and our brother to tell them what happened and where we are.

Our older brother, Edward Styles. He was one year older then Gemma, He was more protective to her than me. When I lived with my dad in Worcestershire He lived with our mum. I never really saw him because he moved out when I switched school. The only memory that I have of him is from the holidays. Basically he acts just like louis. He has a bunch of tattoos, pointless ones, his lip, nose, eyebrow, and ear are all pierced, and he thinks he's all cool because he wears all black. He tends to act like a dick towards me. But if something happens to Gemma, all hell will break lose.