My Friend Marcel

Annie's dad has moved around a lot, and she has never been really able to make many friends. Finally her dad gets a steady job in a tiny town outside Cheshire, named Holmes Chapel. When Annie starts a new school year at Holmes Chapel Public High School, she meets a nerdy boy named Marcel Styles. As she gets to know him better, she realizes that he's not the geek everyone thinks he is. Annie gets Marcel to open up and become himself, and they become fast friends. But soon, Marcel finds himself falling for his friend...what will happen when her biggest secret is revealed? Will Marcel still like her? Or will this secret tear Annie and him apart...forever?

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13. Confronting Harry...

We all stared at Hannah in shock. She blushed and looked down. “Wait…that was your first?” Zayn asked. Niall squeaked. Harry and I exchanged looks. Hannah cleared her throat. “I think it’s my turn, right?” She spun the can, and it landed on Harry. “Truth or Dare.”

“Truth.”

“Okay…” Hannah’s eyes rested on me, and she grinned. I felt my stomach drop, as she looked at Harry, then at me again. Her mouth twisted up into a smirk, and I whipped out my phone and texted her.

From: Annie
Don’t. You. Dare.

From: Hannah
Payback, mi Amiga. ;D

Hannah put her phone away, and smirked at Harry. “Tell me the truth. Do you like Annie?” Everything fell silent. Harry paled. I dropped my head into my hands. Hannah, Zayn, and Louis all looked like they were about to burst into laughter. Harry cleared his throat.

“Um…I like her as a friend…”

“You know what I mean.” Hannah pressed. “Do you like like her?”

Harry swallowed. “I don’t know yet.” For some reason my heart pinged when he didn’t elaborate on anything.  Well, that makes things a little easier for me…so why don’t I feel happier?  I straightened, and looked at the clock.

“Oh, wow, it’s nearly midnight, I should go.”

“Aw, c’mon, Annie!” Louis whined. “Stay a little longer.”

“Yeah, Striker, stay for a little bit. We can start Toy Story!” Liam said hopefully.

“Oh, I love Toy Story!” Hannah clapped. Everyone looked at me, and I sighed.

“I’m leaving at two.”

X************************X

“You know you’ve seen Toy Story too much when you can quote the lines from it.” Harry whispered in my ear. I nodded, and watched Niall slowly put his arm around Hannah’s shoulder.  She looked at him, and leaned up, then whispered something into his ear. He grinned, and whispered back. She blushed and smacked at his chest. “Ann, are you mad at me?” Harry persisted.

“Why would I be mad at you?” I asked, concentrating on Woody talking to toy soldiers.

“Because I didn’t say I liked you.”

“Oh, because my life revolves around hoping that you would like me, Marcel.” I snapped.

“Shhhhhhhhh! This is my favorite part!” Liam shushed.

“Li, the whole movie is your favorite part!” Louis pointed out.

“Exactly, so shut your traps.” Liam threw a pillow at Louis’ head. Harry got up, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door.

“What the heck are you doing?” I hissed.

“We need to talk.” He pulled me into the kitchen. He ran a hand through his curly hair, and leaned against the counter. “What is going on with you? Ever since Hannah asked me that stupid question, you’ve been mad at me. You can tell me. I’m your best friend.”

“Yes, Marcel—“

“Harry.” He interrupted. “You always call me Harry. I like that better than Marcel.”

Harry…” I amended. “Yes. You are my best friend. And that’s it. That’s all you can be to me.”

“What?” He looked so confused.

“I can’t like you, Harry. I won’t let myself.”

“So are you saying you do like me?” Harry asked, hope lighting up his eyes.

“I’m saying that I like you. A lot. But I'm not allowing myself to have something other than a close friendship.”

“Why?” Harry asked, running a hand through his hair again. “What deep dark secret are you hiding that you can’t tell me about? You tell me everything!”

“Not everything, Harry. Not everything. And I can’t get into a relationship right now.”

“I’m not asking you for a relationship. I’m asking you to trust me.” Harry stepped forward, and grabbed my face in his hands. I tried to pull away, but he just locked his arms around my waist. “Ann…let me in.”

“Hey, are you guys making popcorn—” Louis walked into the room, and froze when he saw us. “Oh. I'm interrupting something, aren’t I? I’m just gonna…” he pointed to the door over his shoulder. “Go…” he backed out of the room and closed the door behind him. I pulled away from Harry.

“I have to go.” I whispered, then hurried from the room. I ran down the hall, grabbed my jacket, and raced out the door down the street. I ran down the road, tears freezing on my cheeks. No, no, no this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening…

“Annie!” Harry ran out after me. He grabbed my arm, and we stopped in the middle of the lonely street, snow falling all around us.

“Harry, please…” I felt tears going down my cheeks, as my breath turned to fog in the winter air. “Please, just let me go…”

“No!” Abruptly, he grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me to him. I squeaked, and he brushed the bangs from my eyes. He bent down and pressed his lips to mine. I froze. The wind stopped blowing. The trees stopped swaying. The snow from the sky stopped falling. Time stopped having meaning. He slowly kissed me softly. I felt my hands slide from his chest to around his neck, playing with his curly hair. As he pulled away, both of us were left breathless. I let out a shaky breath.

“Harry…I can’t…” Tears began to flow down my cheeks, and he raised his hands to my face, gently wiping my tears away. He rested his forehead on mine.

“Don’t cry, love.” He said, in his deep, low, slow voice that I loved. I liked this boy…I mean, really liked this boy.

“Please…” I gasped out. I closed my eyes. “Please don’t make this harder…”

“Ann, I’m never going to stop fighting for you.” He tilted my chin up. “Let me in, love. Please.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Stop fighting me. Let me in.” I sighed shakily.

“I can’t…”

“Why?”

“Because I’m afraid you won’t want me anymore…”

“Oh, Ann…” he kissed my forehead lovingly. “Nothing you could do could make my feelings for you go away.”

“What about when I tell you I killed someone?”


 

 

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