Fix you (Marcel/Harry styles)

Chapter 1

SAM'S P.O.V

Some people say that, your youth years are the best years of your life. Well if that's true, then there must be something wrong with me. I have been through a lot, sometimes I think life is just not for me. There's days when I wake up and I wish I didn't, there's days when I don't look forward to anything. I don't want anything, I don't enjoy anything. But somehow I keep myself alive. I still don't know why but I do. It's hard. I don't choose to be like this. I don't choose to be that sad teenager, people confuse my lack of interest in life as a the "teenage phase" but that's because they don't know shit. Maybe that's why I am always angry too, I take out my anger on not only myself but others. That's my cope. How I let my feelings out. That's how I maintain myself sane.

"Good morning, baby" Mom says as she enters the kitchen with a smile on her face. Her smile is always there and to this day I don't get how it keeps its place there. Because what I've gone through, shes gone through. But I'm grateful of her smile because a part of me knows that I stay in this life for that smile.

"Morning" I mumbled looking down at my almost full plate of food.

"Remember you have an appointment with the psychiatrist today" she says while taking eggs out of the fridge and I just nodded, thinking of the reason why I even go to therapy; suicide attempt. That day. That was the day not even mom's smile could make me want to stay. I'm still here and now I have to go to therapy for it. I fucking hate it.

I walked out of the kitchen and grabbed my skateboard to make my way to school while listening to my usual songs. Most of my way to school I dozed off with the music and just enjoyed the time I had left before going to school and be surrounded by the people that I hate the most. Unfortunately, I arrived to school, so I picked up my skateboard and made my way in.I had my skateboard in hand as I walked down the crowded hall, someone bumped into me which caused me to drop my skateboard. It was a girl walking with her friend. 

 "watch where you're going!" I pick up my skateboard 

"Bitch" she muttered to the other, I stopped where i was. The hell did she just call me? I turned to face them, feeling that familiar anger boiling inside of me. Don't get me wrong. I usually wouldn't react to this but today I had to let it out. I really don't want to keep up with their shit right now but I can't help it.

"What did you just called me?" I asked through my teeth and standing in front of her, she wasn't tall or short she was about my height

"Nothing" the girl half whispered

"That's what i thought" I smirk and make my way over to my locker, I love that every time I confront someone they just back off because they know i have this 'temper', everyone except Jake. He's always on my ass, yeah I might have slept with him once. But it was only once, it was a way to distract myself I guess. To let everything out in another way other than anger.

Jake is one of the 'popular' guys in school, he thinks he owns this school just because he's the captain of the football team and has a lot of girls after him. He's pathetic. I walk into my math class completely ignoring Mrs. Parker.

"Why are you late for class?" Mrs. Parker asks raising her eyebrows.

"I had a meeting with the president" I answer with sarcasm making everyone else laugh.  I made my way to my seat all the way in the back of the room.

"Well lets see if the president can get you out of detention, leave now!" She says, just like I knew she would. I knocked on the detention room and the familiar man opened the door Stan, he's in charge of detention and since I'm usually here I spend a lot of time with him

"Again?" He sighs while raising an eyebrow, I just chuckled and enter the familiar room. There were other students in the room but most of them were asleep or listening to music

"What did you do now?" He asks

"I was late for class and tried to be funny" I say nonchalantly, he just shook his head and sat on his black leather seat. The class phone started ringing breaking the silence.

"Hello" Stan answered pressing the phone to his ear, listening to whatever the person on the other line was telling him "OK" then he hung up.

"They want you in the office" he said to me 

When I got to the office Mr. Crouns the principle, was already sitting in his office.

"Hello, Miss. Harris" the principle says while I stood in front of his desk.

"what?" I rudely reply

"You were sent to detention again" Mr. Crouns stated and i just nodded from the not so new words "for being rude towards your teacher" 

"I-" i was interrupted by Mr. Crouns

"And since you never learn your lesson in detention, you will be given a different punishment" he said and i just raised an eyebrow waiting for him to continue "Miss.Harris there is a new student and he is here for a reason, he was bullied and harassed by his class mates at his old school, so he is a shy boy and right now he needs at least one person to be nice to him"

"What are you trying to imply?" I asked while raising from my seat

"I want you to show him around school, be nice to him, make him feel comfortable here" he sat up "he is also new to this country, he comes from England"

"What? Why me?" I ask, hell no i don't want to waste my time with a dude with social problems. He's a real dumbass for choosing me to be nice to him. Me? Nice? 

"It'll teach you some sensitivity and maybe get you a friend. I know you tend to be alone. Maybe this is what you need" he said

"What?" I raise my voice , who do he think he is? I don't need a friend. Give me sensitivity? What the fuck.

"Watch your language" Mr. Crouns warns "You either do this or go back to that Juvenile facility."

I don't want to go back there either. 

"Fine" I sigh in defeat "whats this guy's name?"

"Marcel"

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