Life with One Direction

Chapter 13: Letter from Marcel

**Megan's POV**

I'm sitting in the bathroom cleaning the cut on Zayns face from the slap he took for me. The slap he took from my father, that monster that had the nerve to come back and talk to me after years of being in prison for what he did to my mother and I.

Oh mum, I don't want to believe him, my mother is okay, the nurses just aren't picking up the phone.

"I'm SO sorry Zayn, really, but... Why? Why didn't your let him hit me?"

"Are your serious Meg? I did it because I love you, and I wasn't about to let him hurt you again." he says taking my hand away from his face where I held a wet cloth.

"Thanks and all, but I was ready for him to hit me Zayn."

"That's why I didn't let him... Before we left the hospital in Washington, Marce told us to keep you safe, because you always tried your best to keep him safe." He sighs. "Here, he wanted me to give this to you." He pulls a letter from his pocket and hands it to me before leaving the room and shutting the door.

Dearest Megan,

I may or may not be out of the hospital by the time you read this letter, I may even be dead, but it doesn't matter, what matters is you Meg, you're all thats ever really mattered to me. The truth is I love you Megan, since day one and you know that, I'm not sure if you remember, but I remember us, I've missed us.

But I hope you remember that I ended us for you, and only you. For your reputation that you held, I didn't want you to get made fun of for going out with a loser like me... It hurt like hell I know, but it was for the best.

I miss you loads and love you lots Megan.

Awkwardly but forever yours, Marcel Styles

The tears are there and I wont stop them from coming. Marcel Styles is officially the sweetest guy ever. I don't mind crying righ now, Marcel is hurt and my mother is dead, my daughter, my beautiful Addison will never personally meet here grandmother.

The brown hair, brown eyes, she'll never see the crinkles by her eyes when she smiled, whenever she laughed, she'll never see the bright pink blush that spread on her cheeks when she was complimented by the man next door who always seemed to like her. Smell her cooking come out of the oven, hear her british accent call her name. There is SO much Addison won't know about her grandmother, and its all my fault.... I know that I shouldn't believe what my father said, but I can't help but think he's right.

If I was there mum could have told me time, and I could have called the nurses, or at least accepted it and told her I loved her. Oh God, I never told her I loved her ecept before I left but..

"Megan! Are you crazy?!" I hear Zayn yell.

I hadnt noticed the razor blade in my hand until he took it from me. I hadn't noticed the blood on my hand and wrist, on the floor and my jeans, or even the pain shooting up my arm.

I saw red, all around, I saw not who I expected, not any of the lads, not the l, saw Marcel.