Harry and Emilie dropped me off at my lovely and yet empty home. On the fridge was a small note saying my mum went out with Scarlett's mum and probably will not be home until late at night. Harry helped me to my room and got me ice. I layed there on my bed thinking about again everything that has happened to me and the ones I love. Not just what happened today, but what happened in the past and what will happen in the future. I didn't have blankets on me I was just laying there. I had a lot of bruses, but nothing bad where I would also had to the hospital. I no longer had tears coming from my light green eyes. I instead had the memory faded in my pale skin.
" Here you go," he said as he brought up two ice pacts. I sat up and let out a small groan because everything hurt. " I think you can put them in yourself."
I grabbed them I put one on my penis and the other on my face. I then leaned back and stared at the ceiling it occured to me that maybe the ceiling was missunderstood as well. I mean no one truly looks at it. No one finds it intresting, but we as people need it to live. At that moment I noticed a crack. My glasses had a rack and my two lenses could hardly hold together.
" There broken," I said calmly.
" Wait what?" Harry asked. He was sitting at the end of my bed texting on his Sumsung Galaxy S3.
" My glasses. There broken. He must have broken them when he punched my face."
" Marcel why did you let him punch you? And why do you let your bestfriend date such an asshole? It just doesn't make sence mate."
" Harry its not easy. We have a relationship that is so fragile. Believe me when I got back home all I wanted to do was ask her to be mine, and kiss her. I always felt the disire. Although somthing about her made me feel distant from her in that way. So long story short I want to ask her out, but our friendship is so expensive that taking the chance would make me instantly broke," I said calmly.
" Thats bull shit mate. I know that shes your friend, but your letting her run around with someone who might as well be a criminal. Okay he doesn't deserve her. And you know that so get your ass up and tell her."
" Harry its not that easy... okay...and if Tom finds out that I broke them up he will kill me and make it look like and accident."
Harry sighed and looked down at his phone. I could tell he was frusterated. " Alright."
HARRYS POV
After a while I left Marcel's house. I didn't have a car so I just started walking down a bunch of different streets. My house was about fifteen minutes from Marcel's by car, and by foot it was about thirty minutes away. I couldn't beleive Marcel would just let that son of a bitch almost kill him. Although it made sense it also was very agervating. It was the middle of the night and I could barrly see anything. I didn't need light to understand where I was going. I noticed a house a little smaller than Marcel's. The light was turned on and I notcied my dad sitting sitting at the kitchen table. I walked through the door and everything was quiet. My father looked at me and cracked a small smiled.
" Where were you?" he asked.
" Oh you know out with friends, I replied. My dad had dark brown hair. Almost the colour of mine except not curly at all. Actully more as a buzz cut. He also had a little bit of scruff right below his chin. And brown eyes that reminded me of Scarlett's. He looked back down at the bill infront of him and did not look happy. He looked very knackered. I sat down beside him and I felt a lot of sympathy for him. My mum died a few years ago and its been hard for him to get back on his feet.
" Dad I have work tomorrow we can gather up what we have an i'll-"
" Harry no those are your savings and I wont let you do that. You work to hard," he said and and looked back down. " I will figuar it out." My dad was a journalist and he didn't make very much money.
" Dad I want to get rid of some of my tattoos," I was a little nervous to tell him because he did pay for a lot of them.
" Well if thats what you really desire it than do it, but you will have to pay for it on your own." I started walking up the stairs to call Emilie when I was stopped by more wisdom. " Harry I'm glad you have friends," he said with again a small crooked smile.
" I am too."
Truth is my dad is a journalist for a small newspaper company, and a stuggling artist. When my mum died it was a little hard for him so he wanted to live closer to my sister. Thats why we moved. Gemma's always been the favorite child. Which quite honestly I don't understand why, but I know I finally have better friends.
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FanfictionLife has it's ups and downs. Marcel isn't like everyone else, but maybe that's a good thing. Although everything does in fact happen for a reason.
