Blinded by the Lenses - a Marcel Styles fanfiction

#blindedbythelenses chapter 29!

MEGAN'S POV

"Okay, so are you guys gonna tell me why I shouldn't be dating Will?" I was starting to get angry, which was pretty amazing considering I was in the back of a limo with Harry Styles.

The Styles cousins— wow, still can't believe they're cousins... or that Marcel didn't even tell me they were— looked at each other like they were mentally arguing about something.

"It's just... you could do better," Harry said nonchalantly, his lips turning up a bit. Ouch, my heart. He has such a pretty smile.

I mean, if Harry was offering to be his replacement, I'd take him up on it in a heartbeat. But Will... he was so sweet. Every girl in my school had probably dreamed of being in my shoes at some point.

"You deserve so much better," Marcel reiterated, glaring a bit at Harry. "So much better."

Yeesh, was it just me, or did these two really hate their cousin?

I looked back and forth between them. What was I supposed to say? Will he always been so wonderful to me. He was kind and sweet and very attractive. That Styles blood really was something magical. I wondered what other hot cousins they might be hiding from me.

"He's not as faithful to you as you deserve," Marcel blurted out, looking angry at himself for saying it, at me for not knowing it already and at Will for not being perfect. He had a tendency to go from nervous to chill to angry if you pushed the right buttons. And obviously my relationship with Will was a pressure point.

"Are you sure you're not just jealous?" I retorted.

He looked at me, mouth agape, shocked and probably a little hurt. It was low for me to say that, especially after our kiss the other night... especially because I kind of enjoyed it.

"Megan..." Harry spoke again, this time trailing off uncomfortably. He shifted to rub the back of his neck, messing up his hair just a little. "He's right."

My head spun suddenly, as if something had just hit me smackdab in the middle of my face. I could be so blinded sometimes.

"Does that mean... An... my..." I struggled to put the words together. No, that couldn't be. My best friend? My boyfriend? They would never... they couldn't...

"Yeah," said Marcel. "I've wanted to tell you, and then last night I... but..."

All this trailing off was driving me crazy. As much as it hurt that my friend and boyfriend were both going behind my back and disrespecting me, I didn't have time to think about that. I didn't WANT to think about that. There were so many other things going on beside the two people closest to me stabbing me in the back.

Plus, it honestly made me feel a little better about kissing Marcel. Not that I felt too guilty to begin with—I had been rationalizing what I did since it happened, and I honestly felt like Will shared in the blame to begin with.

"Do you want me to have your friend banned forever from all One Direction concerts? I can do that," Harry said. I wasn't sure if he was joking or serious, but it made me smile. He smiled in return, which made me smile more. I turned over toward Marcel as Harry put his hand on my leg and I felt a shiver up my spine. It wasn't just interviews. Harry knew just what to say in real life too.

"Thank you," I mouthed to him. I took a deep breath and leaned back in my seat. I didn't get to ride in a limousine every day, after all.

After just a couple more minutes, we arrived at the back entrance of a plain-looking hotel. Was this a Comfort Inn? This is Harry Styles. Why would he be staying in a two-star hotel?