He's dangerous [COMPLETE]

"Who's that?" I asked, eyeing the mess of curls that downed yet another drink.

"Oh, that's Marcel. He used to be the biggest nerd in school. One day something inside of him snapped and completely changed. He got a bunch of tattoos and beat up every kid who bullied him. Stay away from him, he's dangerous." She spoke as he looked over at me.

I tried to stay away, but despite how he had changed, he was the one thing that could keep me from failing Algebra. I didn't want to spend time with him but I had to.

Will it stay as a simple tutor?
Or will their be more going on then tutoring?


48. even though he can't hear *two chapters left*


   Ellas POV


    Something had seemed off about Ryder today but I ignored it, as I cried in bed. I just couldn't stand being without Marcel. I need to stop acting strong. Truth is...I'm not. I'm an emotional wreck. I looked over my mirror in memory of when I smashed my fist through my old one. Oh well...wont hurt again.

   I got up in an angry rage, walking over to my mirror and sending a punch to it as the glass shattered, flying towards the ground as multiple cut me.

   "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" I cursed, tugging at my hair. Before I knew it I had sent a punch through the wall, a hole into my bathroom evident. I stared at my hand, unaware that I could do that. I ignored the searing pain as I collapsed onto my bed, crying. Of course. What else did I know how to do? 

   Blood from my hand smeared onto my face as they mixed with the tears, creating tears of blood. Why? Why me?

   I can't believe how down my life has been. Two months since Marcel left. Two months I haven't seen his beautiful face.

   "Please Marcel...please...I can't...I can't do this anymore!" I whimpered, wiping my tears as even more blood smeared onto my face.

   I was convinced I was never going to see him again...because, well I wont! It's been two months, I need to get my head out of my ass and look at reality. This isn't some book where he will come running back. This is life where you lose things no matter how much it hurts!

   "Mom...dad. Why did you leave me?" I cried, tears misting my hands, making them slip down my face.

   I stood up, tearing off all my current clothes until I was left in my undergarments, rushing into my closet and finding Marcel's shirt.

   I smiled, holding it close to me as I pulled it over my head, making sure the closet door was closed before I sat back down on your bed.

   "I wish you could hear me...be here for me. I wish I wouldn't have over reacted but right now, talking to somebody I love when I know the can't hear me is the only way keeping me safe," I paused, looking down at his shirt as I clutched, bringing it to my nose.

   "It still smells like you...Marcel. I never washed it. If I were to wash it I wouldn't be able to smell the same scent you always held and that's what helped me imagine that you were right next to me all along." I sniffled, smiling. If only he heard me. I looked and sounded like a disaster.

   "I'm sorry for kicking you out. I wanted to prove that I wasn't an object but Marcel. If being an object is what it takes to be with you than I'd spend my whole life being your object!" I smiled, every word coming truthfully from my heart.

   "Remember how I said I'm afraid of commitment...afraid of love?" I spoke, quietly, gaining confidence.

   "I-I don't think I'm afraid anymore. I can one hundred percent say that I am completely, foolishly in love with you. We're almost to four months...not that you're counting. Still, it relaxes me. It's such a short time and half of it I couldn't even spend with you but I know that you're the one for me..." I paused, taking a few more sniffles.

   "You told me to follow my heart and do what I want. Well, my heart leads to you! You said you knew I was the one for you when I was still unsure but now. Now I understand how you felt. Like nothing else mattered, just each other. I always said love was something I would never feel because it'd make me vulnerable to being broken but Marcel. It would be an honor to have my heart broken by you!" I slightly giggled in all honesty.

   "Even though you can't hear or see me, I will always love you no matter where you are. I don't know if you've moved on...I certainly haven't but no matter what girl you love, just remember me. I will always love you more!" I finished, releasing the handful of material I had in my hands.

   "I love you Marcel and I'm not afraid to say it anymore..." I smiled, now finishing what I had to say. Every word was true. I let silence settle in beside me and it began bothering.

   "Actually...it kind of feels good to talk even if nobody's listening..." I spoke, ready to continue.

   "I never thought I would feel this way. That first time I saw you at that party. Well, I wanted nothing to do with you! Yet somehow I got involved. You're everything a girl could ever want. You make her feel special, you're extremely handsome. Beautiful. Funny. Protective. Sweet. I mean...you're perfect!" I spoke unable to sum my feelings up for him.

   "And I mean...come on you're damn hot!" I laughed, weights slowly lifting off my shoulders.

   "We had barely known each other and you let me into how your life used to be at Walmart. Oh goodness...Walmart. Did you know I just visited the exact spot we sat and talked? Just imagine. Thousands of people will walk over that ground not knowing that's the spot I fell in love..." I spoke, feeling extremely cheesy although every syllable, every word was true.

   "I don't know what to say. Marcel Styles. You are the absolute worst yet best thing that has happened to me. It's amazing how you can fall in love with somebody you didn't even notice the first time you met them. I'm in love with your smile. I'm in love with your voice. I'm in love with your body. I'm in love with your laugh. I'm in love with your eyes, I'm in love with you." I sighed, my emotions being let out through something nobody will ever know I spoke.

   "My heart feels perfect because you're inside of it. I was no one special, just another average girl who became desperately in love with you. I miss you all the time Marcel, you don't even understand how crazy you drive me. Your simply existence makes my heart flutter. Marcel...forever is a long time but I wouldn't mind spending it with you!" I spoke, wishing he could hear this.

   "I'm sorry for kicking you out, you probably hate me but know this. I want you to be happy, no matter what girl your with. I want you to be truly genuinely happy. Even if your with another girl, as much as it will kill me, if your smiling...than I will to!" I spoke, finally finishing. Okay. Now I think I'm done.

   I took a deep breathe, cuddling into my blankets as tears slipped from my eyes. All the things I've wanted to say have come out and now that they have I couldn't feel more relieved.

   I felt horrible considering I had Ryder but I wasn't fooling anybody. Marcel was the other half of my heart, the one person made for me.

   I fell asleep, thinking what it would be like if things had turned out differently.




Okay so all the comments ive gotten so far are marella shippers! Well. i am to so I cant explain. Anywho, since we all are I decided to make this chapter pouring out Ellas feelings. Its always in her pov but I felt like you still didnt truly understand the boundaries of her love for marcel. well yeah. she though marcel didnt hear her but he heard every word and it made him smile like an idiot. the girl he loved loved him back!

aww okay so im starting the last chapter right now, the next will be extremely short just so I can save drama for the last ;) okay, hope you enjoy:DAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH





okay, love you and hope youre ready for whats coming, its going to be a long one ;) love you <3 byeee :D Xxx




if you read this all comment 'i got my popcorn and tissues, im ready for the last chapter!''. :)

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