Transformation (Marcel FanFic)

Transformation 40

~Forty~

Before I knew what I was doing, I was shutting the car door, roughly may I add. The adrenaline in me was so high right now I couldn't even process what Harry was yelling at me. I knew it may have been important, but I ignored him and walked straight into the cafeteria.

"You, Mr. Styles, are here by suspended for a week, as for you Mr. Tomlinson, you are suspended for three days. As for you Harry, for intervening in this predicament, are suspended for two days" Mr. Wagner, the principal said.

I was in a fuzz at the moment. I heard what he was saying, but I was more than confused. My mum and Louis' mum sat on the side as Mr. Wagner gave us our punishment. I could see the disappointment in her eyes as she just sat there, staring creepily, may I add.

"You are all free to go now." He motioned us out. Mr. Wagner was an alright guy, but at this very moment I hated him. He didn't deserve my hate, well, because he was, as I said, an alright guy. He was in his late 50s, and kind of reminded me of my grandfather.

I walked out of his office and straight passed Harry, who was trying to get Louis to talk to him. My mum walked swiftly ahead of me, not bothering to even look me in the eyes, or even mention a single word to me. She slammed the door the minute she got in the car, but I couldn't blame her, I was a mess. I cautiously got in after her, knowing that If I say anything wrong she'll flip her lid.  

 Her head was against the steering wheel, and her breathing sounded like Harry's did an hour ago. She put her head up after a few minutes, and she started the car.

"What about Harry?" I whispered.

"He has a car." Her tone was harsh and cold. I didn't push the question after that because I knew she would eventually just let everything out. We started driving down the rode until she finally spoke up.

"Your father is at the house. You-You're going to be spending some time with him."

"You mean living with him. I know, I heard you conversation with him." My words came out harsher than I intended.

"You did?"

"Yeah. Now stop the car." I instructed. She kept driving, and it irritated me. "Stop the car mother. Stop it now!" She slammed on the breaks and I jolted forward. Before she had time to protest, I unlocked the door and ran out.

"Marcel, where are you going?! Please just stop!" I didn't though. I just kept running, my feet seemed to know where they were leading me to, but I honestly didn't know where I was going. I was just running in the direction that I had always thought was my escape.  

Louis

Harry had left after my remarks about the lad I had been with. I didn't blame him, it hurt me as I oh-so bluntly talked about another man's hand on me. I could feel my chest tightening as the words poured out of my mouth.

I didn't even enjoy it to be honest. I hated the feeling of some stranger's hands on me over Harry. His hands were so gentle, but rough at the same time. I would never let someone else touch me the way he only can.

Sure, I said those things, but only to hurt him, and I accomplished my mission, but I felt so dirty after. The guy didn't even feel good, I didn't even let him finish. When I felt his hands on me I imagined Harry, and how we loved dancing with me. But as much as I forced myself to believe that it was Harry, the sicker I got because I knew. I knew that it wasn't him, and it didn't matter how badly I wanted it to be him. I pulled away from the asshole before he could get what he wanted. I wasn't a baby, I knew how to defend myself, and that's just what I did, and well, after that I threw up. The thought of his hands on me hurt me more than when I broke Harry's heart because I knew that that would hurt him more.