Torn » h.s./marcel

Epilogue: I Missed You

Epilogue: I Missed You

Allie's POV

I paced in my room, picking at my cuticles. I eventually began to nibble at them, then I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. Then I buried my face in my hands.

The waiting was killing me. I couldn't wait any longer. He was late. Why wasn't he calling me? He should've called me by now!

I finally lost my patience and I took out my phone. I held down the number one button until my phone was ringing, then I put it beside my ear. I hadn't stopped pacing; I continued on.

"Hello?" a familiar voice asked me, and I sighed in relief. I stopped walking.

"Marcel!" I cried. "Why weren't you calling me? I was beginning to worry!"

"You shouldn't be," he said to me. "I'm fine."

"You didn't answer my question. Why didn't you call me?"

"Oh. I guess I just... forgot, is all."

My heart dropped like a stone to the pit of my stomach. He forgot. He forgot to call me.

Marcel was different. He had changed. He was world-famous now, known to all as Harry Styles from One Direction. But I didn't care about that. To me he was Marcel, the nerd from Holmes Chapel, who helped me become who I am.

"You... forgot?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Oh, come on, Allie, it isn't that big of a deal. You couldn't have waited, like, fifteen more minutes?"

"Fifteen?" My voice cracked, but I swallowed hard to conceal it. "Marcel, you promised me you'd call me everyday at exactly 5:00pm--"

"Wait, hold on," he interrupted. "You're still calling me Marcel? Just call me Harry. Everyone does."

"But Mar--Harry, you also told me to call you by your true name," I reminded him.

"Geez, I seem to tell you everything, don't I?"

This wasn't right. This wasn't the Marcel I had come to know and love. He was becoming an asshole, changed by fame. But we promised we'd stay true to each other. Our relationship was built off of promises, truth, and trust.

I heard laughter on the other end of the phone. My grip on my cell tightened.

"Who's over there with you?" I asked.

"Just my friends. You know, One Direction."

"Yes, I know who One Direction are," I said coolly.

"Hold on a minute, Al."

I could hear Harry's voice as he told his friends to be quiet, he was on the phone. I heard another voice say something, but the words were incoherent. Harry laughed in response.

I felt so out of it. I should be there, with Harry, with his friends. I should be on tour with them, making sure they don't get into trouble and have their heads screwed on straight. I should be with Harry, where I could be with him and love him anytime I wanted. It wasn't fair.

"Alright, I'm back," Harry said. "What were we talking about?"

"This isn't working, Marcel," I said.

"I told you to call me Harry--"

"Let me finish," I cut him off. "You're not who you used to be. You're starting to become a real jerk. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you get to treat me like I'm something on your to-do list."

"Allie--"

"I'm through with your shit," I went on. "When you think you're ready to come back to this universe, with all of the 'normal' people, with me, you know where to find me. But until then, we're on a break."