Outcast (Marcel)

Marcel is the school nerd. Katie is the school 'it girl'. What happens when these two worlds collide.. And one of them has a secret nobody can know about...?

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21. Chapter Nineteen.

*1 week later*

 

I'm running. I'm running to Harry. I'm running as fast as I can but I'm getting no closer, then I see the bullet, slowly slicing through the air and piercing his delicate skin. I watch as he falls to the floor, desperately clutching his side, I watch as Edward runs, I watch as the blood slowly oozes out of his side, still  I'm running. He calls my name, the desperation in his voice is unmistakeable, he needs me, but still I cannot reach him. I watch as his soul drains from his eyes, as his  emerald orbs that have lit up my world so many times turn slowly to a lifeless grey. I watch as his body disintegrates before me, the last thing I hear is the strangled cry of my name. Katie.....

 

"Harry.." I whisper, waking up from my recurring nightmare, I find myself asleep sat on the floor, my head rested on Harry's hospital bed, both my hands clutching his. I study his face for any signs of life. None. Only the slow rise and fall of his chest indicate that Harry is alive in there. "Oh, Harry, please  wake up, I need you..."

"Excuse me, miss," Says a voice behind me, "It's time for Harry's surgery. I'm Rachel, Harry's nurse, I'll keep you updated on how everything goes, the surgery is going to take a few hours, then it's going to be a while before he comes out of his induced coma... Perhaps you should go home, get washed up, catch a few  hours sleep? You seem to have been by his bedside almost 24/7, go and get some rest, we'll give you a ring when everything's sorted and you can visit."

"S-surgery? Why didn't anybody tell me?"

"Well, it's risky but it's the only chance your boyfriend's got.."

"Oh." Is all I can  manage. "Can't I come?"

"No love, I'm sorry, it's quite a complicated procedure, I'd recommend you go home."

I nod slowly, taking it all in... surgery? Risky? Oh god, it's all my fault, if I hadn't gone off with Edward... If only I'd gone with Harry, how could I be so reckless?

 

I stumble out of the hospital, lost in thought, what if he dies? What if the operation goes well but he had brain damage, he hit his head pretty hard when he fell? What if he doesn't remember who I am?

"Oops, sorry sir, I wasn't really looking where I was going," I murmur, keeping my head focused on the ground.

"Katie?" My heart stops. Everything stops. The only thing still working is my heart telling me to run, run, run, run.

"Edward?" I gulp, slowly lifting my head to look at him. It's him alright.

"Hey! How are you? How's Harry?" He chirps cheerfully. What? He almost killed his brother and he has the nerv e to waltz back in here as if nothing happened.

"I-I.. You almost killed him! You should be in prison! You're a monster, you almost killed your brother!"  He places his index finger on my mouth stopping my words.

"Shhh, I am in prison, babe." He winks, "I'm on bail, I've got two weeks before they sentence me."

"B-but, you almost killed him!" I hiss, "What are you even doing here?"

"You know the word 'kill' is a bit harsh, and come on, he punched me! Nobody takes on Edward Styles." He growls, leaning towards me, his voice suddenly becoming more serious, "I'm here to see my lil bro if you must know."

"The one you almost killed! I can't believe you had the nerve to show up here, you pig!" I spit in disgust.

"Hey! Don't get clever, you cocky little shit! I'm his brother!" He barks, grabbing my wrist, "I have rights!"

"Rights to get the hell out of here! I don't care if your the God damn king, you shot him! You almost killed him! You're a murderer, a cold-blooded murderer!"

"You're just heading for trouble you- you..."

"He's in surgery." I whisper.

"What?"

"He's in surgery. Because of you."

"S-surgery?"

"Yes. Please Edward... just go. And don't come back?" I beg.

"Yeah... but, Katie?" He breaths, "I'm really, truly sorry. About everything."

"Good." I whisper harshly, turning my back to him, walking off with my head held high. I will never, ever forgive that man. He killed my Harry. Oh, Harry. I love you.

 

                                          

 

 

 

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