My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

My mind had been shattered and picked apart piece by piece by one man. He didn't mean to. He didn't even know he was doing it. I guess we both picked and teased at each other's brains at some point, bringing each other out of the big picture, dragging the other out of reality... pulling each other out of focus. {Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction}