CHAPTER 5
~Stacey~
“Seriously?” I laugh before sipping my new cup of coffee.
“Yeah! They are crazy but I love them to death! They’re the best band mates I could have ever wished for!” He smiles.
We’re actually having a nice conversation, something that was one of the things I never thought would happen today. I thought we were going to have a conversation about the past, telling each other about all the mistakes and stupid things that happened but it’s like Ma..- Harry doesn’t even want to talk about it… But why did he invite me then? He wants to start over?
Maybe he does… but doesn’t want to tell me that, afraid of my reaction…
“M..- Harry? Can I ask you something?” I ask him.
“Yeah sure!” He answers after he swallowed the cookie he was munching. He raises an eyebrow probably wondering what I have to say to him.
“I actually have been enjoying this, can’t we just forget about everything and start over?” That wasn’t that hard, I actually think I missed him and I’m so happy to see that he actually didn’t change that much. Yes he looks like a whole different person but he’s still Marcel inside, and I surely don’t think that’s a bad thing.
As soon as the words leave my mouth I see his expression change completely. His green eyes become cold and wide all of the sudden, his mouth drops and his small smile fades.
“What?” He says so loud it’s almost a scream.
Alright, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“You want to forget everything? Unbelievable! You have no idea how many times I tried to do that! I tried everything Stacey, but everything pulls me even more back into misery!”
“Maybe this is a good thing! Maybe I can help you to move on with your life and leave it all behind you!” I try, but it seems to make him even angrier.
“Oh now don’t start acting like you give a fuck about me, don’t start with saying we should start over again because it’s all your fault! If you never did what you did back then we wouldn’t even have to start over again!” He stands up from his seat, his index finger pointing at me as he screams out the words.
Oh so that’s how we’re going to do this? If there’s something I hate it’s people who blame you without looking at themselves first, and Marcel knows that!
“Don’t start with blaming everything on me! You ever thought about the fact that it was maybe your fault too! I only want to help you, can’t you understand that? But if you don’t want it, fine! Go back to that misery of yours, but don’t start blaming other people for your problems!” I hear myself screaming out the last part.
“I don’t want your fucking help! I think you never even cared about me! I started over with my life, and if I may say, I did a pretty good job at that!” He screams back.
‘I never cared about him!’ That’s the biggest bull shit I’ve ever heard, and that’s another thing he knows very well. Since when did he even start lying?
Ah probably to point where he became famous and never told anyone about his past.
“Oh of course you did” I say sarcastically. “A few seconds ago your were telling me that you’re still in misery! So, I don’t think you finished that job so carefully! I guess your IQ lowered with every useless tattoo you got on that body of yours!”
For a second he looks a bit taken back but quickly recovers himself and opens his mouth.
“Dears?” The voice of the older waitress interrupts Harry who just wanted to start screaming again.
Our heads, which are both red of anger, shoot towards her. “Could you please finish this conversation outside or in our living room?” She asks politely. I look around, noticing all the eyes fixed on us, some people looking worried other irritated. I immediately feel my head heat up even more, feeling totally embarrassed. You don’t have a fight in the middle of a café.
“Of course! I’m so sorry!”I speak just above a whisper. “We’re done talking anyway!” With that I grab my coat, glare at Harry and quickly walk out of the café and into the rain.
I don’t even mind wrapping the coat around me and let the cold rain cool me down.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been that mad at someone. A long time since I’ve actually felt hurt. A long time since someone lied to me in the face like that. What an asshole! And not to forget that I thought he was still Marcel inside! Marcel would’ve never said those kind of things.
Why is this actually getting to me like this? It isn’t supposed to!
I walk inside the grocery shop which I encounter after walking through the dimmed streets for a couple of seconds. Without thinking I grab Ben & Jerry’s out of the freezer and some strawberry bubblegum and walk towards the check out. There are only four things I need when I’m down, confused or just feel fucked up. Ice-cream, strawberry bubblegum, Gossip Girl and my best friend.
Within minutes I reach my home, which is surprisingly very close by the little café I just was.
“Val I need Gossip Girl!” I scream as soon as I close the door behind me. Valerie shows up in the door frame of the kitchen. Her worried eyes landing on the groceries in my hands.
“I’ll get the DVD’s, you get the spoons!” She speaks up before disappearing again.
***
“You want to talk about it?” Valerie speaks up.
I look up from the third episode of Gossip Girl we’re watching and blow a pink bubble as I think how to answer her question. Do I want to talk about it? Should I tell her?
“I don’t know!” I honestly answer. Slowly I turn my focus back on the episode as I feel Valerie staring at me.
“You know you can tell me everything” She tries. I can’t tell her! Even though I have the urge to chop his head off, I can’t start telling his secret! I’m not a bad person!
“I know, it’s just complicated” I tell her, my eyes still focused on the TV.
“Alright, but you know I can murder anyone for you! You just have to ask!” She takes me in a hug while I laugh at her words.
I can’t keep it a secret for her, I have to talk to Harry again.
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Fanfiction‘Our past makes us the people we are today’ was once said. Harry Styles is no exception, but what no one knows is that his past isn’t the one we know. There’s a reason he has all these tattoos, he’s drunk a lot and keeps a diary. But it’s somethin...
