Fix you (Marcel/Harry styles)

Chapter 6

SAM'S P.O.V

"..he's with Jake?" I asked

"Yeah their at the lockers" Daphne said, i nodded and made my way to the lockers

I was walking around the hallway looking for Marcel but no one was there, i was about to leave until i heard someone sobbing inside a locker next to me

"Marcel?" I asked, i opened the locker and Marcel quickly came out, he suddenly snaked he's arms around me while sobbing, i was a little surprised at his suddenly hug "shhh Marcel, don't cry" i started making circles on his back to calm him down "what happened?" I asked

"I-i was g-getting my b-books and J-Jake threw me in t-the locker" he stuttered

"C'mon, I'm taking you home" i sight, he nodded, i took his hand and lead him to the car

When we were in the car Marcel was silent in his seat looking at hi lap

"I-i thought y-you were absent t-today" he looked at me

"I was" i said "actually i went to look for you at your house but you weren't there so i came to school and found you in a locker" i chuckled while looking at the road "you don't have to tutor me today if you don't want to"

"I want to" he said eagerly

"Ok" i smiled

When we arrived to his house Marcel's mom didn't noticed he was crying, literally he ran to his room so that she wouldn't notice.

Two hours later i was already tired of math.

"Ok n-next problem" Marcel trailed

"I'm tired already" i groaned "we should do something else"

"W-what do you w-want to do?" He asked

"Let's play 21 questions" i smiled and closed the math book

"Ok" he said

"What your favorite color?" I asked

"Green" he answered "W-what do you l-love doing?"

"Skateboarding" i smiled "have you ever considered contacts?"

"I-i have c-contacts but i d-don't like using t-them" he stuttered, its cute when he stutters

"Can is see your eyes without glasses?"i asked, i really want to see his eye without that thick glass in front of them, he nodded, then i gently took off his glasses and placed them on the table. His eyes were really beautiful, they were emerald green, their still a little red because he was crying just a while ago. His gaze dropped to his lap in shame

"I hate my eyes" he whispered

"Why?" I asked, why would he hate such beautiful eyes?

"E-everyone would m-make fun of them b-back in England, t-that's why i n-never use c-contacts"

He kept his eyes on his lap

"You wanna know what i think about your eyes?" I smiled, he looked at me and nodded "i think your eyes are beautiful"

"t-thanks" He blushed and smiled showing his dimples on his cheeks, i giggled at the effect i had on him.

"Marcel?" I heard a girls standing at the door, she had long light brown hair made into a braid, she kinda looked like Marcel "hey I'm Gemma, Marcel's sister" she smiled

"Hi, call me Sam" i waved at her

"Would you like to eat dinner with us?" She asked

"Actually" i trailed while getting up from my seat "i got to go home now, my mom must be worried already" she only nodded, then Marcel lead to the door

"Bye" Marcel smiled

"Bye"

MARCEL'S P.O.V

I closed the door right after i saw Sam turn on the engine

"I heard your conversation" Gemma smirked

"What?" I asked

"She loves your eyes" she wiggled her eyebrows, i just smiled

"She seems like a nice girl" mom said while coming out of the kitchen

I can't believe Sam loves my eyes...

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