Transformation (Marcel FanFic)

Transformation 32

~Thirty Two~

I was cold, wet, alone, and possibly dead. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I even agree to give Jordan a ride? Oh, right, because I'm an idiot who thinks I have actual friends, that's why. I could be at home, asleep, or catching up on some valuable homework time, but no, I was here, in a holding cell. Why I decided to struggle was absolutely stupid, but I just had to make myself the victim. But.. isn't that what I always do? Make myself look like the victim? Time and time again I try to be Marcel, the cool popular kid, but not, I end up being Marcel, the dweeb that no one likes. 

The fact that I got arrested puts a dry, and awful taste in my mouth. But the fact that I got arrested by none other than Jordan Murray's father makes my blood boil. I knew for a fact that Jordan called his precious father in order to get back at us for leaving him out in the rain. I could already picture my mothers face... Dear god, my mother she's going to be so disappointed in me, as if she already wasn't. Without a doubt she's going to blame this on Joanna, I can already hear her nagging tone in my head.

"Styles, calm down man. You'll be fine." Calum called out from across the hall. We were all here; me, Calum, Luke, and Michael in our own holding cells, making sure none of us tried anything. 

"No, I wont be fine. You don't get it, my mum is going to kill me." I stopped pacing, and slid down the side of the wall. I brought my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. "I cant be here." I whispered. How could I have been so naive? Why didn't I tell him to get out once he took the bag out?

I was in my own little world when the sound of heels made their way down the corridor.  It snapped me out of my daydream, but I knew a nightmare was about to appear. Not only will I never here the end of it from my mum, but Gemma and Robin will certainly put in a few of their own words as well. 

"Marcel Styles, you have a lot of explaining to do." I looked up to see a guard letting me out as my mother stood there in pure shame. Her arms crossed and her face emotionless. I had failed her, that's all I could think. I had let her down, I didn't actually do anything.

"You're free to go." The guard told me as I got to my feet.

"What about the other guys?" My politeness began to show again.

"Their parents haven't picked them up yet." She simply said, and walked towards the main office 

I turned to face my mother, and she still hadn't spoken one word to me. "Mum, I can expl-" She turned on her heels and walked away, not allowing me to finish. This was going to be harder than I anticipated. My mother, I loved her to death, but she was a stubborn women nonetheless, so I know for a fact this isn't going to be fun.

I stepped outside letting the wind hit me on my way to the car. Wait- 

"They didn't give me my stuff back." I shouted due to the fact that she was far off in front of me. "They have the car keys, I'll be right back." I turned to go back to the building when my mother finally spoke.

"No they don't. I got Harry to pick the car up and your stuff is in the car." She opened her door, and automatically started the car. She was beyond mad, I knew it, and I she was fully aware that I knew. I didn't want to upset her more, so I followed her actions and got in.

The drive home was more than uncomfortable. I didn't know what I was going to do if she wasn't willing to talk or even listen to me for that matter. I needed to clear the tension, but every time I opened my mouth, nothing came out.  When we pulled into the driveway, she still said nothing, and walked straight into the kitchen. I wasn't sure if I should follow, so I did, yet she stayed silent. She wasn't going berserk, she was too calm, she had been too calm since she picked me up from the station, and that scared me. 

I b-lined out of the kitchen, taking my time, hoping that she would hopefully speak up, but nothing. I made my way up the stairs and walked to my room, or that was the plan. I stopped in front of Harry's room to hear who he was talking to.

"I don't know why he's acting like this." The voice that was just oh-so familiar to me spoke. "He was never like this, why now?"

"Because he wants attention, and you know what, it's working alright. I don't know, I just- I just don't want him to end up like the people you see on TV." Harry spoke up.

"You think I do! Your poor mother is distraught Harry. Do you know what she told me? She told me that she didn't want him to end up like your dad. Shes scared Harry, and we need to make her not be. She's done trying with him Harry. We need to help Marcel."

"You think I don't know that, Amie. Even Louis' tried to help him but he doesn't listen to anyone. He's being a stubborn arse. I love him, I do, but after what happened today at lunch, I know he wont talk to me."

"What do you mean? He's the one who came up to the table and started talking about her." 

"He saw us kiss." He replied as if it were nothing. I heard the bed creak, and my stomach tightened. I heard soft murmurs, and then silenced sobs. She was crying, and I couldn't do anything about it.

That's when I remembered what the boys told me in the car. I didn't do anything either when she found out about her dad, hell, to her I still don't know about the whole situation. 

"Look, Amie, come on don't cry. Shh, it's okay."

"No it isn't.. He-He saw us kiss, Harry. That was supposed to be a joke, but he saw!" She began to frantically ramble. I could only imagine her flushed face, her red and swollen eyes, her face, her beautiful, beautiful face only metres away from mine if I were there with her.

"It's going to be okay, really. Don't worry about it right now alright. We need to think of a way to help him, okay?" I can imagine her head in the crook of his neck, holding on to him for dear life. Her soft cries, the tears leaving her eyes and falling on to his shirt. "You have to talk to him."

"What makes you think he'll listen to me?"

"Trust me, he will. He's in love with you. You're in love with him. He'll listen to you."

You're in love with him. The words replayed themselves over and over again. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. She was in love with me, and I her, and apparently the entire school knows it.  I let the conversation end there, and walked to my room.

I sprawled out on my bed and just smiled at the ceiling. The day was absolute shit, yes, but now was all that mattered. I had overheard a conversation I wasn't supposed to, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I was content, but then it dawned on me. She's in love with me, but she's with Harry? This whole thing had been a cover up. She never liked him, she was making me jealous. I really wanted to be mad but I couldn't because I was doing the same thing to her with Joanna, and I shoved it in her face.

"I need to talk to her." I began to talk to myself. "Now, before she leaves." I jumped out of bed and ran to the door but I was stopped dead in my tracks.

"Hi, Marcel."

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