Half A Heart (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Marcel

"I'm Marcel" He announce sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"Willow, Willow Martin pleased to meet you sir" I said as we both laughed and tried to keep a serious, business me gave as we shook hands but failed epically and ended up laughing or in Marcel's case guffawing and snorting.

"Have you covered algebra in Pythagoras yet?" He asked me pointing to his textbook covered in various different questions.

"Yes, I covered it last term down in London" I told him surprised at how far ahead I was or rather how far behind they were, I couldn't quite decide.

"Hmm, I had that problem too, I moved here last year, I used to live with my gran but she passed away so I moved in with my brother, mum and dad. I was far ahead, as you appear to be but I simply had to wait until everyone here caught up" He sighed and pushed his glasses up.

"How long were you ahead for?" I asked him becoming alarmed, I can't stand having to be re taught a course, I would simply hate it.

"Well, about two terms, I just did the work again, I mean sometimes they used different textbooks than my old school but, unfortunately, it was the same type of questions, I sort of zoomed through it, being smart and all didn't help" He snorted and I smiled warmly with him.

"That doesn't sound good, my dad would have it, he has gone all education is your future, education is amazing and you need your education" I moaned and Marcel chuckled.

"My mum and dad want what's best for me but aren't overpowering, see growing up with my brother they don't have too high standards, he can be a bit" He said pausing "Difficult, likes to do his own thing" He concluded and I nodded.

"Hmm I get what you mean strong headed and will stand for what he believes in and thinks what's right won't let anyone change his mind, that's all to familiar" I smiled at memories flooded through my head.

"I suppose you could say that but what my brother believes in can be wrong, so very wrong and destructive but he doesn't care" He told me frowning as the bell rang through the classroom.

"Maybe talk to you later Marcel?" I asked him unsure if I was jumping the gun and bing too friendly.

"Yes, definitely, I would love that" He told me shooting me a toothy grin which I gladly returned as I picked up my bag and left the classroom. When I stepped outside I felt something pull my arm from behind, I spun round to see what it was but I was greeted by a who rather than a what.

"You and Marcel, huh" Laura nudged me as we began walking down the corridor. She looked at me with her eyebrows raided expecting me to announce I had a 'crush' on him.

"No, Marcel is a lovely boy, but I don't fancy him, he has been nice to me and is a friend no more, just a friend" I confirmed strong, not doubting my statement.

"Sure, whatevs" Laura said sarcastically making me laugh and playfully hit her arm.

"Yes, sure, I do not fancy Marcel" I told her firmly a smile tugging at my lips as she skipped round me in circles blowing kisses and making love heart shales with her hands. I laughed a bit but my joy immediately vanished when I saw the tattooed five walk down the corridor. The boy who had first ever spoken to me and told me about his territory' was at the front hen there was two behind him and Niall and a hoy with black quaffed hair with a caramel bit of dye in his quiff followed. The boy at the front spotted me and looked me up and down a devilish smirk appearing on his lips.

"Alright love" He greeted winking at me as he walked past me tin his possy following him and they just kept walking down the corridor in the opposite direction, rude, who does that?

"Oh my god!" Laura exclaimed her eyes wide as we began walking again Laura no longer skipping round me "Harry was winking at you, HARRY STYLES was winking at you Willow, you, he is the most popular, feared person in this whole god damn school and he winks at you and says alright love to you on your first day, oh my god" She said her jaw nearly on the floor, stunned. I would love to have bit bumped into him this morning because if that's Harry Styles that has 'claimed me' apparently.

"So that's who Harry is, hmm I wondered, I don't like him" I stated as Laura stopped and stood next to a group of pupils lining up outside a drama classroom with the number 207 on the door. I quickly whipped out my timetable to check I was at the correct class and to my delight, I was.

"There is no choice in liking him Willow. He is bloody Harry Styles, the most popular person in this whole school, everyone knows him, watch this" She told me as she turned to a group of what appeared to be year 9's.

"Hey, I'd watch out Harry's coming here" She told them, lying because we had just watched harry go the other way. I watched as the cheery children's faces changed to looks of pure fear. A chorus of 'shits', 'runs' and 'please no' went round the group as they must just imagine themselves being slammed repeatedly into the hard wall by Harry, I pushed the though to the back of my mind as I tried to tell the children that Harry would not do anything like that, well not now at least.

"No, no, no, Harry isn't coming he went the other way, sorry she got confused, it's okay" I told the petrified children and their faces relaxed a bit and thanked me but their pace walking down the corridor wasn't one of ease, i think the were just afraid I was lying.

"That was a shame Laura, the poor children were petrified, the ginger haired one looked like he was hoping to vomit" I scolded her and she just shrugged.

"That's Harry for , you saw how scared they were and those were just random kids, I have never seen Harry do anything to them but by the looks on their faces he has, you would be lucky to find a child in this school who hasn't been a victim of Harry's abuse" She told me and my face changed to an expression of horror.

"The poor children, so fragile and he is so big, so brute like, that's not fair, I really don't like him" I declared when a question popped into my head, "Laura, did Harry ever do anything to you?" I asked her and she nodded, shivering.

"He used to absolutely hammer me because I was the small wee, specky, geeky kid, with crooked teeth, that's me, but since then I have discovered the evolution of contact lenses, braces, and Topshop" She laughed whereas I found no humour in the situation, if in a different context, perhaps I would have laughed at the last part of the evolution of contact lenses, braces and Topshop but her first six words replayed and replayed in my mind as her first six words replayed in my mind 'he used to absolutely hammer me.'

What sort of sick, vile child does this for entertainment, at that age I was out and about on my bike, playing cards, dressing up Barbies that sort of thing as he was hunting down poor, innocent children like prey and battering them, remorselessly, I would picture, sick. The thought made me feel sick to my stomach, what sort of person does that, he can't even be seventeen and this is what he does in his spare time.

I could just imagine him grabbing a small, freckled boy by hood and slamming against the wall.
His fist colliding with the helpless child's face.
The blood ?appearing on the boys bust lip.
His fist colliding with his stomach, one last slap to the face.
The. The small hoy falling to the floor, with nobody to help him.
Harry's boot finding it's way not the boys already injured stomach and then leaving the small boy there, to help himself and Harry's cronies cackling behind him and sniggering at the small boys pain, their amusement, Harry's adrenaline, there is only one word that comes to mind;

Sick.