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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15. My Story

Harry’s POV

“What about when I tell you I killed someone?” Annie asked, looking up at me with tear filled crystal blue eyes. I felt my mouth drop open.

“What?” I whispered.

“That’s the reason we left London. I killed someone.” She looked at me with sad eyes. I took a step back, and she paled. “See? Now you're afraid of me.”

“I’m not!” I insisted.

“Then why aren’t you hugging me anymore?” she asked softly, tears pooling in her eyes. I reached for her, and she jerked away. “No. See? I told you. And now you hate me. I'm a murderer. I killed someone.”

“Ann, are you sure?”

“Yes!” Annie yelled. I jumped. She has never raised her voice at me. Never. “I saw her die, Harry. I pushed her, I heard her scream, I held her as she died waiting for the ambulance, I heard her say she loved me! Why would she love me? WHY? I killed my own MOTHER, Harry!” My heart nearly stopped.  “And it was so stupid…so stupid…I was just so angry…I shoved her…she tripped and fell and hit her head so hard…” Tears were rolling down her cheeks now. I reached for her, and she pulled away. “No! I don’t deserve it! I don’t deserve to like anyone! I don’t deserve anything but to be alone for the rest of my life! And that’s what I’m going to do, so just…leave me alone, Marcel!” She shoved me away, and ran down the street.

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

Annie’s POV

I ran down the road, tears pouring out my eyes. Stop crying, you idiot, just stop! You don’t deserve to cry, so just stop! I frantically wiped my tears away, and took a deep breath. Suddenly my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen.

From: Dad
Hey, honey, I’m going to bed now, so text me the time when you think you're coming home. I love you.

From: Annie
Headed home now. Go to bed dad, I’ll talk to you in the morning. Love you too.
I put my phone in my pocket, and was just walking down the road. Suddenly my phone buzzed again, this time with a familiar ringtone. With a Little Help From My Friends by the Beetles… Harry…

Stop it. Stop. You don’t deserve someone like him. You don’t deserve anyone. Just let it go… But I couldn’t let it go. I took a deep breath, and answered. “What?”

“Annie? Oh, thank God. Where the heck are you? It’s one o’clock in the morning! You can’t be running around alone!” Harry yelled. I pulled the phone away from my ear, wincing.

“Harry, I’m fine. Why are you calling me?”

“You need to talk.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Do.”

“Not”

“Ann…” I could hear the weariness in Harry’s voice. “Please. I don’t hate you because of what happened with your mum. I would never hate you. You're my best friend, the one who makes me laugh, the one who makes weird faces and is hyper when on sugar. Where has that girl gone?”

“Harry—“

“No, listen to me.” I could hear his voice clearer, and suddenly someone touched my shoulder. I yelped, and whirled around. Harry stood there. He hung up his phone, and grabbed my shoulders in his hands. “Nothing you could do would make me not like you anymore. I never could. You saved me, Annie. Yeah, I had the boys, but they are still boys. You…I can talk to you, and I know you won’t tease me or make fun of me, and make me feel small. Ann…” He swept my hair out of my eyes. I tried to look away, but his emerald green eyes were hypnotizing. I swallowed hard. “Annie…” He said again. I have to tell him…

“Gwendolyn…” I whispered.

“What?” Harry whispered back.

“My name is Gwendolyn Anne Jenkins. I was named for my mother, but after she…died…I changed my name to Annie. Then we moved, and I would just introduce myself as Annie Jenkins. It hurt too much to call myself Gwen after my mom died.”

“Gwendolyn…I like that name…” Harry looked into my eyes.

“Well, then you can call me that.” That came out of my mouth faster than I thought. He smiled.

“Ann, what happened?”

“I cant tell you now. I need to get home. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“All right. Meet me at Starbucks at noon, okay? You can tell me then.”

“Yeah.”


 

 

The next day, I hurried down the road, the snow swirling around my face. I kicked through a clump of snow, and it sprayed out onto the street. Suddenly a horn honked. I looked up, and Niall stuck his head out of a car window. “Hey, Annie! Where you headed?”

“Starbucks!”

“Cool, I’m driving right by there. Need a ride?”

“That would be great!” I got in, and he started driving.

“Hey, I have a question…” He began in his adorable Irish accent. “And this may sound totally egotistical, but I really need to know—“

“Yes, Hannah likes you.” I smirked. His face turned red.

“R-really?”

“Yup. I can tell these things. I am a woman. Believe you me.”

“She doesn’t really seem like it though.” I stared at Niall.

“Oh, my goodness. You are such a boy.”

“…thank you?”

“Niall, she likes you! I can tell! How can you not know this?”

“Because…I’m a boy?”

“Niall…” I sighed. “She likes you. Do you like her?”

“I don’t know…”

“Well, I don’t know…She is kinda loud sometimes.” I smirked.

“But that’s just her personality!” Niall objected.

“And she really likes Josh Hutcherson. Maybe a little too much.” I studied my fingernails.

“Hey, now. He’s an actor, she’s a teenage girl. It’s not like she’s gonna marry him or something…”

“And she just seems kind of sheltered to me—“

“She just moved to a bigger school! Her last school only had like, 300 people! Give her a break!” Niall scowled at me. I smirked.

“You know, for someone who isn’t sure he likes her, you sure are putting a lot of effort into defending her.” Niall blushed, and started stammering. “Oh, look, Starbucks! Thanks for the ride, Nialler!” I opened the door and jumped out, then paused, dug into my pocket, and produced a scrap of paper. I scribbled some numbers on it, then handed it to Niall. “Here, this is Hannah’s number.”

“Thanks, Annie.” Niall took the paper and stared at it.

“Hey Niall?” I said. He looked at me. “You break her heart, I break your face. Got it?”

“Yeah. Definitely.”

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

I walked into Starbucks, and took a deep breath. “Well, well, well…what have we here?” I mentally groaned, and turned around.

“Hey, Allie…” I said, trying to hold back my contempt. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, why are you here?” Allie put her hands on her hips. “Need to start your shift cleaning toilets?”

“No, that’s my weekday job.” I said sarcastically. She made a face at me. “What are you going to tell me, that my kind isn’t wanted here?”

“No, I just don’t want you to go into debt because you needed your caffeine charge.”  I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Aw, did someone not have her coffee this morning?” She mumbled a swear word, and I grinned.

“Watch your back, Jenkins.” She hissed. “No one likes you any ways…why are you still at our school?”

“Because I have friends other than jerks that only stay with me because I’m popular.”

“Yeah, right.” Allie got in my face. “Wait until your greatest secret is out. Wait until you are embarrassed beyond belief. Where will your friends be then?” Just then, Harry walked in. She looked up, and saw him, and backed up a bit. He walked up to me and her.

“Hey, Annie. Hey, Allie.”

“Hi, Marcel…” Allie said flirtingly, then looked at me. “Remember what I said, Annie.” She wiggled her fingers in a wave. “Toodley-Oodly!” She adjusted her jacket, winked at Harry, then flounced away. I rolled my eyes.

“What was that about?” Harry asked me.

“Oh, nothing…Just Allie being…Allie.”

“Oh. Well, lets get some coffee…” He placed his hand at my lower back as we ordered, and I have to admit…it felt…nice. Really nice. Like I was wanted. We sat outside, in the small park and watched the children play in the snow. I sighed, and sipped my mocha. “Annie…” Harry whispered. I stared into my drink. “Gwen…” I flinched, and he smiled sadly. “Sorry.”

“Well, you wanted a story…” I sighed. “I'm gonna give you one.”


 

 

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