Scarred. ~Dark Fanfic~

I walked down the corridor of my new school, staring at my shoes, when I bumped into someone. I dared to look up. I slowly raised my head to find a curly haired boy, with an evil grin spread across his face. He had green orbs, that penetrated your soul. He wore black combat boots, a leather jacket completed with a skull shirt and bandana. I knew who he was. Harry Styles.

Please note that this is all made up and Harry Styles would never do this.

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Kyra's P.O.V
I was setting up my house ready for a film. Sweets, popcorn, and pop. I had just put the last can of pop on the table, when the doorbell rang. Ah, that should be Marcel. I opened a can of pop and ran over to the door. I swung it open, but it wasn't Marcel.
"Erm, can I help you?" I asked, confused. The boy was quite good looking, he had a bag with him, with curly hair, and a old tatty t-shirt. His jeans were so tight, it looked like he'd just dipped his legs in paint. He looked a bit like a popstar. He gave me a puzzled look. I took a sip of my drink.
"Ky, it's me! Marcel!" He explained. I spat out my drink and my mouth dropped open.
"What?" I whispered, looking him up and down. "What have you done to yourself?" I asked, astounded.
"Thought I'd try a new look." Marcel shrugged, and stepped into my house.
"O-Okay?" I said, still stunned. "Why?" I asked.
"Well, I always get bullied because I'm a nerd, so I changed my look." He shrugged again.
"But Marcel, I liked you!" I told him, sitting on the sofa. It went silent.
"Yeah, my personality. Not my look." Marcel commented.
"Marcel looks don't matter!" I explained.
"Clearly they do.." Marcel whispered.
"Marcel, there's more to this. You can tell me, you know you can." I said kindly. Marcel sighed, and fell on the sofa.
"Okay. Well, there's this girl.." He began.
"OH MY GOD! Who is it?" I said excitedly. Marcel glared at me and playfully rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, right. Sorry. Carry on." 
"Well, we are really close, but I thought she wouldn't like me because I was a nerd and she would be embarrassed to be seen with me." Marcel whispered, not taking his gaze off the floor.
"Mars, it would be a privilege to be with someone like you, nerd or not!" I said reassuringly. "So, who is this girl?" I asked.
"Oh, erm.." He mumbled something.
"What?" I asked.
"It's you okay! I've loved  you for ages. Your eyes, your smile, the way your hair effortlessly falls past your shoulders, your amazing personality, and your warm hugs." Marcel blurted out. I sat there in shock.
"M-Marcel.." I began.
"I'm sorry Kyra." Marcel whispered, standing up. I grabbed his arm and yanked him back down on the sofa.
"Marcel, you didn't have to change for me. I loved you for you!" I explained.
"Wait..you loved me?" Marcel whispered.
"I always will Mars..but you don't have to change." I told him.
"You love me?" He asked again.
"Yes Mars." I smiled.
"But I like the new me." Marcel explained, still smiling.
"So do I, so as long as your comfortable, stay." I smiled.
"Tonight?" Marcel asked.
"What about tonight?" I asked, confused.
"Dinner? You and me?" Marcel asked shyly.
"Would love to." I smiled, and pecked his cheek.
"See you at 7." He smiled. I got up and walked to my room to get ready.
But...where's Harry?

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