He's Changed. (A Marcel/Harry Short Story.)

Chapter Three

WELCOME! This is chapter three! READ ON! THERE IS A SURPRISE AT THE END! WHAT IT IS? I DON'T KNOW!

NOW HERE IS CHAPTER THREE!

*THREE WEEKS LATER*

“To the left

To the left

Mmmm to the left, to the left

Everything you own in the box to the left

In the closet, that's my stuff

Yes, if I bought it, baby, please don't touch (don't touch)

And keep talking that mess, that’s fine

Could you walk and talk, at the same time?

And it's my name that’s on that jag

So go move your bags, let me call you a cab

Standing in the front yard, telling me

How I'm such a fool, talking 'bout

How I'll never ever find a man like you

You got me twisted

You must not know 'bout me

You must not know 'bout me

I can have another you in a minute

Matter fact, he'll be here in a minute (baby)

You must not know 'bout me

You must not know 'bout me

I can have another you by tomorrow

So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin'

You're irreplaceabl­-“

“Hey,” I shout at my sister, Valerie who turned off my sappy music. “I was listening to that!”

“This is stupid Darcy!” Valerie shouts at me and for a minute I believe her, but then Marcel, I mean Harry crosses my mind and my sad mood returns and I return to my bucket of Chunky Monkey ice-cream. “You shouldn’t be crying over some boy who broke your heart and he’s not even worth it.”

“Yes, yes he was!” I burst out crying, stuffing my mouth with the ice-cream again. She gives me a ‘really’ look and I stick my tongue out at her, feeling the stickiness of the dry tears on my face and I quickly grab a tissue and wipe my face.

“C’mon, let’s go to the new club downtown; you could drown your sorrows in vodka and tonic!” She attempts to plead to me and I realize one flaw in her plan.

“You realize that we’re only 17 right?” I smirk at her, thinking I could get away and stay home and mope.

“Trust me, I’ve got everything covered.”

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I could hear the music--Animal by Martin Garrix--from outside the club and I pulled my jacket closer around me. The name of the club was Fireball owned by one of Harry’s ‘friends’ named Zayn. The kid was filthy rich and he loved to brag about it. He had a different Porsche for every day of the week, literally.  I was madly jealous and I couldn’t help but huff at the fact that after all the things Zayn did to him when he was Marcel and now he’s all buddy-buddy with him. Gosh, I hate him.

Valerie pulled me ahead with her and I drug my feet in the ground, hoping to stall her, but me being me, forgot she was on the football team--(American football) since she caused a big ruckus about it when they wouldn’t let her try out and she went to court with it and won—so, she lifted me over her shoulder and into the club. I just huffed and let her continue to carry me into the unknown. As soon as we made it in, I suddenly was hyper. Well, since everyone else was hyper, it rubbed off on me and now I can’t contain myself. I hopped off Valerie’s shoulder and grabbed her hand.