And We Danced All Night (A Marcel fanfiction)

Marcel has kept it hidden that his brother is none other than *the* Harry Styles--not because he wants to (because he admires his brother with great respect for what he does), but because he doesn't want to live in his shadow. This, of course, comes with a price: He's not nearly as outgoing as his siblings are. When Samara Deanne comes to the top-level STEM school, where he attends, where will his shaky personality take him? Will she change him for the better?

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9. Chapter 9

Samara and I didn't talk for two weeks, which was nothing but torture for me. I sought constant counsel from Harry, who eventually left tour to come home until this was all straightened out. That made me feel guilty because all of the fans that One Direction had would be missing their favorite (or, that's who the media has made out to be their favorite), and that wouldn't be good for anyone.

"You didn't have to come out here," I said to him.

He shrugged. "Well, you know me. I have a bigger care for family than anything else in the world. If I were in trouble, I'm sure you'd be right there to help me through it, right?"

"Right," I replied. Even though I was a little glum, it was true. "What do you want me to do? How can you help?"

He held his hand out. "Give me your phone,"

My eyes got wide. "I don't think she'll answer--"

"Trust me about this," He gave me those pleading eyes that were way too much to ignore. If Mum found out I'd said no to him when he had those eyes, she'd have a fit for sure.

I sighed and handed the phone to him. "I trust you,"

He smiled. "Good,"

Immediately he started to type away on it. He spent a good five minutes before I asked, "How much longer will it take? And what are you even doing?"

he held his index finger up. "I'm finding out some good information that you'll need to know,"

"Can't you tell me?" I asked.

"I'd rather tell you all at once. This is quite a bit," He paused, thinking to himself. "On second thought, I'll just let you read the messages. It'll be a lot easier than trying to explain how she feels. It's already enough that I'm having a hard time figuring out what she means. 'Cause, you know, girls these days,"

I laughed.

He handed the phone over to me and I read through all of the messages:

Harry: Hey, it's Harry. You know, Styles? Marcel's brother?

SamSam: Uh, hi. What's up?

Harry: I hear that you're upset at Marcel right now.

SamSam: A little, yeah.

Harry: Why's that?

SamSam: I feel like this whole thing between us has been a lie! I mean, he tells me he doesn't have ANY siblings, then all of the sudden he has THREE? That's rather hefty, isn't it?

Harry: I suppose that's a big one. You do understand why he lied to you, though, right?

SamSam: Not really...

Harry: It's because of me. I mean, look at me. I'm Harry Styles. The famous one.

SamSam: yeah...so...?

Harry: Soo...that means that he's exposed to a lot of it with me.

Samsam: What's  your point?

Harry: My point is this: If you had an older sister who was very famous worldwide, and some boy came along out of the blue and started hanging out, just because you were in a class together, and everyone in the world knew your last name, wouldn't you be suspicious of them? Even just a little?

SamSam: Huh...I never thought of it like that. But how would you feel if you met someone and everything that came out of them was a lie.

Harry: I'm sure not everything that came out of Marcel was a lie.

SamSam: But how can I know? That's his word against my own.

 

I looked over at Harry. "She really feels this way?"

He shrugged. "I suppose. You could just call and ask her. But if she feels that way, then you need to fix it,"

I sighed in exasperation, laying my on my bed. "How am I suppose to do that? Every time I try to even begin having the conversation about this, she just turns off and builds a wall around her," Harry looked at me funny. "What?"

"Are you sure she built that wall by herself? Or is she hiding behind one that's already been built?"

I closed my eyes. In my mind, he was right. There was a lot of stupid things that I did to hurt Samara.  Lying was probably the worst.  But I was confused as to how to break down that wall, especially if it had already been built by someone else.

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Samara:

SamSam: I'm sorry, Marcel.

 

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