Fix you (Marcel/Harry styles)

Chapter 35

*caution: self-harm*

MARCEL'S P.O.V

"What are you doing here?" I ask Ashton who was standing by Cynthia's door frame.

"Where's Cynthia?" Ashton asks ignoring my question

"Ashton" Cynthia says looking between Ashton and I.

Ashton pushes me aside and enters the house, his expression was harsh. His eyes never leaving Cynthia, as I looked at him in confusion.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Cynthia asks crossing her arms over her chest. "You're suppose to be at school"

Us too, I thought

"Tell him the truth" Ashton blurs out pointing at me.

"What truth?" I take a step forward and look at Cynthia for an answer.

Cynthia bites the inside of her cheek, her arms still crossed over her chest. She avoids my eyes and sighs deeply, she looks down at her feet as Ashton and I wait for her to speak up. "Cynthia" I say, this time she looks up at me.

"It was a dare" she answers but I keep my lips in a thin line.

"What was a dare?" I ask

"She never gave a fuck about you!" Ashton says coldly, throwing his hands in the air. My lips patted and my eyes turn to look at Cynthia once again.

"I was your girlfriend because of a dare, Marcel" Cynthia explains.

I shook my head vigorously in disbelief, my hand begin to shake and turn into fists. I felt the anger start to boil within me, I was looking at the ground not being able to look at Cynthia. She lied, she fooled me just like Sam did last year.

"You lied!" I yell, I felt my voice deeper than usual. "How could I be stupid enough to let you in!? I'm such an idiot!" I tell myself and ran my fingers through my hair.

I turn and walked towards the entrance wanting to leave this house, I felt a hand on my shoulder; it was Ashton's.

"Marcel, wait" Ashton says but I ignore him and walk out the door.

I rush towards my car and drive off, I didn't even look back. I wanted to leave, I feel so pathetic. I thought she was different, I thought I was loved by her but I was terribly wrong. Why anyone love me? I'm just a loser who nobody cares about, I'm just a shy, pathetic and ugly nerd.

I stop in my house's drive way, I hadn't even noticed the tears streaming down my face until everything that surrounded me was blury. I got off my car and rushed towards my house, I stopped at the door and started to look for my keys, I couldn't see clear. I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes but accidentally dropped my keys.

"Fuck" I cursed and kneeled down to grab my keys. I tried to unlock the door but my stupid tears filled my eyes again, a sob escaped my lips. "Stop crying" I sob covering my eyes.

"Marcel, what happened!?" I heard Gemma's voice, she was standing by the door frame.

Instead of answering I wrapped my arms around her, she sighed and wrapped her arms around me tightly. "What happened?" She pulled inside and sat me on the couch, as she was holding my hand tightly.

"Why does everybody hate me?" I sob

"I love you, Marcel" she confessed but I shook my head

"You're my sister" I answer "you're obligated to say that"

"Tell me what happened" she orders

"Cynthia" I say not being able to from a complete sentence "she was only with me because of a dare!"

"Marcel" she whispered

"Just say it!" I glare at her "tell me 'I told you so'!"

Instead of saying a word, Gemma wrapped her arms around me again but this time I didn't. I got up from my seat and rushed towards my room closing the door behind me. I took a seat on my bed and rested my face on my hands,trying to stop the sobs.

After some minutes, I stopped crying and Sam popped into my mind. I just wish she was here to hold me like she use to, to tell me everything was going to be alright. I just want to be able to kiss her lips once more, but I know that all of those things she did once were just lies.

I turned to look at my restroom's door, which was shut. I rolled up my sleeves and took off some of the bracelets covering my wrists, revealing my scars. I walked into my restroom and looked under the cabinet; there it is.

I took the shiny blade in my fingers and couldn't help but let a tear roll down my cheek.

Sometimes I feel like this blade is the only one who's been loyal to me, it always take the pain away and make me feel numb.

I slide the blade on my skin and winced when I felt the familiar pain on my wrist. I did once again and again and again.

"Marcel!" Gemma shrieked with terror, standing by the bathroom's door frame.

AWW POOR MARCEL :(

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