The Styles Triplets

Chapter 18

McKenna's POV:

"Harry, I'm going to have to think about it" I told him. I took my hands out of his and walked back to the table with Marcel.

Marcel looked up at me with hopeful eyes. I could see he was just on the verge of tears and I didn't want to cause him that pain. "W-What did he want?" Marcel stuttered.

"Nothing" I lied. "He just wanted to apologize."

"Umm.. T-this may be weird, but what exactly happened with you two... I mean three?" Marcel asked clearly knowing there was something wrong between Harry, Edward and I.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I know that he knew I was with Edward. But, when that happened he went all rogue and started dressing like Harry. I mean that wasn't a bad thing, but it wasn't for the right reasons. It was for me, not for himself. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. That look in his eyes that told me how much he was hurting inside. I knew though that he didn't want me feeling that way about him. I knew I had to tell him. "I- well, I" I tried to find the right words. "You see, Ashley came by one night to Edwards before I was coming over for, ugh dinner" I decided to leave the whole sex thing out. "She gave Edward a picture of me and Harry. When I got there we sort of got in a fight about trust issues and then of course Harry had heard everything. I felt like I was caught in a love triangle and I didn't want to be in the center. So I told them I needed my space. Now that I think about it though, I never apologized to Edward. I just sort of let him go. I don't even know if we broke up."

Marcel looked at me, that hope shattered. He didn't say a word, but I knew what he was thinking. He knew I was going down that road again to one of his brothers and not him. Why couldn't I just choose the good guy for once? What was wrong with me? "I think you should give Harry a shot," Marcel said catching me off guard.

"What? Are you serious?" I asked him.

"I think you owe it to yourself to see if you really have feeling for him or if its just infatuation. I don't really know what you saw in Edward, but obviously that didn't work out" he said. "Sorry, that was harsh." But, he knew I needed to hear it. "And when you're ready for someone who's not going to hurt you and just love you for you, I'll be here with open arms," Marcel said. He was suddenly the smartest guy in the room. Well he already was book wise, but now he was proving to be more mature than I knew. "So go, go to Harry. I'll be fine," Marcel said.

I really wanted to do what he said but a part of me wanted to stay with Marcel. He really was the good guy, but he said he would be there. Maybe I did owe it to myself and Marcel to find out what I wanted. Then when I was ready, I could be with him. Maybe I just had to get hurt enough times to realize that I wanted to be with someone better. I kissed Marcel on the cheek before leaving. "Thank you," I sincerely told him.

I walked over to find Harry sitting alone. No girls were around him. Maybe he really was trying to prove a point. "I- I think we should take it slow and just see where it goes," I told him as I sat down next to him.

He smiled widely making my insides flip.

Marcel's POV:

'If you love something set it free, if it comes back to you its yours forever.' I told myself trying to convince myself more than anything. I was really sad to let McKenna go but I knew that she had unsettled business with Harry. I couldn't do that to her knowing she still liked him. I had to be the bigger person no matter how much I hurt. I looked up to see another girl standing there. I recognized her from something but, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Oh that's right she was in my calculus class.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"No go right ahead." I said as she plopped down next to me.

"I hear McKenna and Harry are together" she said. I wondered how she knew that so fast then again it puzzled me how everyone at this school knew everyone's business. "I'm Margie by the way" she added.

"I'm Marcel"

"I know. I've seen you in calc. I always wanted to talk to you but I was scared" she confessed. "You were always with McKenna. But, now I thought I would finally come and talk to you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Had someone actually like me for just being plain old Marcel? Or was this some kind of prank the football team set up. It seemed like it could be. Another part of me wanted to believe her though. She seemed like she couldn't possibly have a mean bone in her body. Maybe it was wrong to let down my guard but I was just happy that someone else was talking to me.

We got to talking and I found out we were more similar than I could have imagined. She was lonely like me. Well, that was when I wasn't with McKenna. But, she was clearly gone for now. Maybe I should give Margie a shot. She was nice. After all, McKenna who?