She's Dangerous (Sequel to He's Dangerous) [COMPLETE]

Marcel was back but nothing was the same. It was hard returning to the way they were when they could barely remember it. Without Marcel Ella had to mature, grow up. Although growing up is exactly what Marcel wants to prevent. Once Ella starts growing up, she'll start making the same mistakes that Marcel did and he didn't want her to end up guilty over something
she had no intention to do. Life has been hectic since he got back and it's not calming down any time soon. Marcel and Ella are back in full action with new drama. Lies. Tears. Smiles and memories to be made. Want to follow them on their adventure? Read She's dangerous.

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49. Memories [FILLER+1 CHAPTER LEFT!]

Hey guys! This is a filler chapter and it's pretty much just memories that Marcella have together :) So if you've been here since the beginning, you've probably already read these scenes but hey, reread them? :)

 

  

   "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. 

 

 

I eventually pulled my lips from his, opening my eyes as his remained closed. I admired the way his eyelashes fluttered open, his eyes looking up at me through the thickness. Whilst biting my lip, my right hand caressed his cheek, looking at him closely. Every little flaw of his made me even more attracted to him.

 

Every imperfection on his skin, every messed up word, every wrong action. I just, I don’t know.

 

‘’Want to go to the club babe?” Marcel asked as I vigorously nodded my head. He chuckled, carrying me out of the room as I sat on his hip, just like a little girl. I giggled as he set me on the kitchen counter, standing between my legs.

 

“Promise me something.” He spoke in a soft tone. I looked at him suspiciously, nodding my head slowly.

 

“That no matter what you think now, you won’t let it affect our relationship!” He spoke, a dead serious tone engraved into his soft beautiful features. I nodded, smiling as I placed a kiss on his soft cheek.

 

  

 "You can't always protect me you know..." I spoke yet again randomly as his leg tensed beneath me.

   "I can try..." he whispered, leaning his warm lips near my ear as a kiss was left on my temple.

   "Im not perfect..." I spoke, another random thought leaving my lips. Im on a roll today.

   "To me you are!" He spoke softly, as I turned my head to look at him, carefully observing him.

   "How did I end up so lucky?" I asked, admiring the sparkle in his eyes.

   "The question is how did I?'' He smiled, gently stroking my hair.

   My stomach still churned but the feeling of love accompanied it.

   His reputation had me fooled, but behind the mask of toughness he held a heart of gold. I felt like no matter what, I'm protected.

   Why had I dreamt about Mia and him? It bothered me, the thought constantly nagging at me. Mia, Mia, Mia.

   "What about her?" Marcel asked concerned, as my head snapped up.

   "Did I say that out loud?" I spoke, my cheeks reddening as he nodded.

   "I had a dream, it's nothing!" I spoke, quickly shutting my eyes as I began to grow tired.

   "If you would just let me in, I'd show you how special you are.'' Marcel spoke before sleep consumed me.

 

 "What's it going to be Styles?" I challenged as he smirked, placing a hand on the couch as he jumped over, capturing me before I could run. I screamed, laughing as I tried my best to push away from his chest.

   "You know how hot I think it is when you call me that.." He muttered in my ear as goosebumps rose, my heart rate increasing.

   "How did we fall in love Styles?" I spoke, smirking as I came to the last word.

   "It's our secret to never tell..." He whispered in my ear, leaving kisses down my neck as I shivered within his touch. The slightest smile tugged at my lips as I wrapped my arms around his tall built frame. Within a fraction of a second, his arms were tightly wrapped around as we let our hug last.

   "Please don't let go!" I whispered in his ear as he nodded, embracing tighter.

 

 "Will you marry me?" He asked as tears flooded my irises. I stood in shock for a moment or two before nodding my head. Emma cheered like an idiot as Marcel wore a goofy smile, sliding the ring onto the finger. 

   "Oh my God Marcel!" I spoke through the tears, my voice higher than normal as I was wrapped in his beautiful strong arms.

   "I love you angel. I know it'd early but I've never been so certain about the way I've felt about somebody." He whispered in my ear as I bit the inside of my neck, nodding as I nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck.

   "I love you so much Marcel Styles." I spoke quietly as I imagined Emma's pleased look from behind me.

   "I love you to Gabriella, so much." He reassured as he squeezed me tighter.

   "I would never!" He replied as I smiled, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck.

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