Fix you (Marcel/Harry styles)

Chapter 42

MARCEL'S P.O.V

I stormed out of the school's doors not bothering to look back. I felt so angry when I saw Sam wrapping her arms around Ashton, Ashton had a bouquet of roses in his hand which meant only one thing; he wanted Sam back. I know Sam will get him back, even if she tells me she doesn't want him back, something inside of me tells me wants to. I don't blame her though, Ashton is better than me in every way.

I bit my lower lip, trying to prevent tears from rolling down my cheeks. This is one of the many things I hate about myself, I'm so sensitive, so weak. I hate crying because it only shows how weak I am, I hate it so much, I hate myself so much. I was about to open my car's door when I felt someone pull me by the wrist. I quickly pulled myself out of the person's grip and looked at the ground in shame of my tears, I hadn't even noticed tears were already rolling down my cheeks. My eyes were glued on the ground and my vision was so blurry because of my stupid tears, my lower lip was trembling causing a quiet sob to escape my lips.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I heard a familiar voice speak, I felt surprised that it didn't belong to Sam. I picked up my eyes to look at the person and furrowed my eyebrows when my eyes met Cynthia's blue eyes.

"W-Why are you here?" I ask, my lips was still trembling

"I was walking into school but I saw you crying so I decided to follow you" she explained, her small hand grabbed mine and squeezed it a little. "What happened?" She whispered

"I- nothing" I say closing my eyes

"Marcel" she says cupping my face in her hands forcing me to look at her, I looked at her blue eyes but moved away from her touch.

"Why do you care?" I snap "it was all a dare, you never gave a fuck about me" this is the first time I snap like this towards a girl but I'm so furious right now, Cynthia seemed surprised but she then sighed and took a step towards me.

"I'm sorry" she says "yes, it was all a dare at first but-"

"But what?!"

"When you found out..I felt terrible" she spoke in a softer voice

I looked at her with a harsh look but then I felt myself relax a little when I saw some honesty in her eyes.

"Just tell me what happened" she sighs taking my hand in hers, I bit my lip looking down at my feet "was it Ashton?" She asks and I nod.

"He brought Sam flowers" I whisper, Cynthia sighed before wrapping her arms around me. "It's okay" she coos in my ear, I was a little taken back but still wrapped my arms around her waist, trying to find some comfort in her.

"Marcel" I hear a voice speak, Cynthia unwrapped her arms and pulled away as soon as she heard the voice speak.

I pulled away as well and turned to look at Sam who was standing some feet away from us.

SAM'S P.O.V

As soon as Marcel stormed out of the school's doors, I jogged behind him but I was stopped when Ashton grabbed my wrist. I looked at his hand wrapped around my wrist then at his red and swollen from crying green eyes.

"So I take that as a no?" His voice cracks

"What?" I ask in confusion

"You're not gonna take me back are you?" He asks, his voice full of hurt and rejection making me feel horrible but I knew I had to run after Marcel because I want him, not Ashton.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, Ashton's eyes fall to the ground before he lets go of my wrist. The bouquet of flowers that were once in his hand are now on the floor as he walked away like he had just lost a battle, his shoulders were down as well as his head. I glanced at him for a moment but wasted no time on running towards the direction Marcel went.

I opened the school's doors and closed my eyes when the sunlight hit my face, the air ran through my hair as I ran towards the parking lot. Some students were standing or just walking around the parking lot making it a little hard for me to find Marcel.

My eyes scanned the crowded parking lot but soon landed on Marcel, I felt my stomach twist when I noticed hie wasn't alone, he was with Cynthia. Her arms were wrapped around the back of his neck as Marcel's arms were wrapped around her waist. She's a small girl so he had to bend down to be able to nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck.

I thought he was mad at her, why in the world is he hugging her? After what she did to him, he still hugs her? She was playing with his feeling for fuck's sake! I hate that girl so much, not just because she's hugging Marcel but she always seems to get on my last nerve. She never liked me at all, I don't give a fuck anyway since I hate her bitchy attitude too.

"Marcel" I speak, Cynthia quickly unwrapped her arms from Marcel as well as him. Marcel turned to look at me, I felt my heart break in pieces when I noticed his swollen red eyes, he was crying. My poor baby.

"weren't you too busy with Ashton?" Cynthia glared at me

I scoffed at her but kept my eyes on Marcel.

"just do it already, Sam" Marcel muttered making me look at him in confusion "just leave me for Ashton already, break my heart already, get it over with!" he raised his voice but he still looks so vulnerable and broken with his red eyes, flushed cheeks and trembling lip.

"Marcel I-" I was about to speak when Cynthia interrupted me

"Oh c'mon Sam, stop hurting Marcel this way" she says. That's it.

"shut the fuck up!" I yell loosing my temper "I'm not the slut who goes out with guys for some stupid dare!"

"don't ever call me that, bitch" she glared

"Stop" Marcel ordered, he grabbed Cynthia's arm her he noticed she was taking steps towards me.

"you know what, Marcel" I say annoyed "talk to me when you know what you want, because I have told you already, I don't want anyone else but you"

"bullshit" Cynthia muttered, I had to use all of my will power to prevent myself from punching this blonde bitch.

Marcel stared at me for a moment before dropping his gaze to the floor, I sighed but turned to walk back to school.

I love Marcel, why can't he see that!?