Marcel stood, looking down at me. We were both in shock, although I knew why I was. Why was he? He pulled me into his embrace and I was too shocked to pull away. Not to mention I felt safe in his arms. No, no. It's been two months without him and I've been doing fine. I moved on, and him arriving here won't change a thing. If it could have, I would have been melting in his arms the moment I opened the door. After a moment, I pulled from his embrace, looking up into his eyes. I had forgotten their shine, and the pigment of the jade green.
I had forgotten his rosy lips and how he'd continuously swipe his tongue over them. His tattoos, and the piercings that went through his eyebrow and lip. His strong, muscular body and his dominating height. I wish he would talk because the last thing I forgot was the one I missed the most. The sound of his voice. All I remembered was he had an English accent.
"I missed you so God damn much!" He spoke, and I nearly melted at his words. Having him in front of me was like a dream and a nightmare all bundled up into one. I was about to respond but Marcel's eyes focused on something behind me, darkening. I arched my eyebrows, turning around as my eyes fell open.
"Michael..." I trailed off, standing in the middle which happened to be the most awkward position. They stood, glaring at each other and as much as I loved Michael, I was happy I was closer to Marcel. I could tell both of them wanted to beat each other's faces in, along with the curiosity of who each of them were. Michael glared at Marcel, walking towards me.
Being the defensive person he is, Marcel gently urged me behind him, blocking me from Michael in which way I was thankful. He was amazing but when Michael got mad, it was best not to be around him because he would do any and everything to prove he was the stronger one.
"Who the fuck are you?" Michael snapped, slitting his eyes as I watched in fear. Marcel's arm was still behind his back, holding mine protectively. Why was I allowing him to bring me comfort in such a time, I'll never know.
"Marcel, who the fuck are you?" He asked in disgust, as Michael smirked in pride, straightening his posture.
"Michael. Ella's boyfriend!" He spoke proudly and I felt Marcel's grip tighten on me. I had prayed mentally that Michael wouldn't say that but of course, luck was never and would never be with me. So instead I moved on, hoping Marcel wouldn't bash his face in and feed him to the birds in the sky.
"Ha, and you think that'll last?" Marcel retorted, rolling his eyes.
In an instant, Marcel was pinned up against the wall, Michael sending a punch to his jaw. I winced, as blood filled Marcel's mouth.
"Marcel!" I shouted, wedging myself between Marcel and Michael. Marcel shook his head, protectively pushing me behind his tall frame. At least Marcel was taller then any of us.
"Wanna hit me again pretty boy?" Marcel challenged and another punch was sent to his already bruised jaw. Why did he have to show up? Things were perfectly normal and his arrival only messed up everything I had pushed myself away from.
Instead of challenging him once more, Marcel fisted his shirt, slamming him against the wall and slamming his fist against his temple. He went out like a light as Marcel dropped him, his body falling limply onto the ground, "Michael!" I shouted, rushing over to his body. I pressed my ear to his chest and I was so happy to hear a heartbeat going. Faint, but still there. Tears escaped my eyes, as I pressed my lips to his forehead, propping him up against the wall. I stood up, looking at Marcel with hatred.
"How could you?" I yelled, my voice cracking. Marcel set his jaw, gently grasping my forearms. It felt odd considering his personality right now differed in so many ways from the way he was holding me.
"Ella, I can't fucking do this! This is worst then the last time this happened, and you want to know why? You don't fucking love me anymore! I need you, I fucking needed you and you left. I can't blame you but God damn it, if I spend one more minute without you, I'll break!" Marcel seethed, angry at the compassion he had for me. My features softened as I sighed, his hands dropping from my arms.
"Marcel. You had your chance and you used it until there was nothing left. I chased after you but you were always one step ahead and I'm done with running. I've run out of breath!" I answered, truthfully but each word still stung my heart. Minutes ago I was confessing how I missed him but now I was telling him he lost his chance.
"You're done with me? What are you wearing?" He asked.
"Your sweat-," I paused, looking down with guilt. This is exactly what he wanted. He wanted to manipulate me into falling back into this never ending cycle. I tugged at the sleeves awkwardly, still gazing at my feet.
"Exactly. Ella, just admit it. We're miserable without each other! Please, please, please. I'll change! I promise but I can't let you go, not now, not ever." Marcel begged and it enlightened me somehow. I was always the one begging and pleading and now that it was his turn, it brought a small smile to my lips.
"You know what Marcel? You want to know everything I think?" I prepared, narrowing my eyes as he nodded pleadingly.
"Okay. I hate every fucking thing that happens right before I fall asleep! Every mistake you've ever made, every word you wish you've never said, every moment that you made me cry rushed through my mind. Yet, you know what? All I can do is cringe and pretend nothing ever happened! Each night, I lay awake, memories of us together, catching in my mind. It drives me fucking insane! I want you no where near me but I want you right next to me at the same time! I don't want your hugs or kisses but I still want you here holding me!" I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I hate you but I love you! I feel like throwing you off a cliff then rushing to the bottom to catch you! You took everything from me and yet I still give you things to take! You're the fucking worst but absolute fucking best thing that's ever happened to me! I hate you so fucking much Marcel Styles but you want to know what? I fucking love you! I love you so damn much!" I finished, letting out a huff. There he wanted to truth and I gave it.
Instead of staying silent, Marcel answered back with his own words.
"You know what? Watching you walk out of my life doesn't make me bitter or cynical about love! Rather, it makes me realize if I wanted so bad to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it would be when the right girl came along. Guess what Ella? You're the fucking girl! You're the only fucking person I can think about! You cared for me when nobody else did and I fucking love you! You're right! I'd always push you but I'd always be there to catch you! I need you. I need you so fucking bad. Your smile. Laugh. Eyes. Body. Love. I need and I want everything!" He shouted in rage, his face red as I flinched.
"Then why did you let me walk away?" I broke into sobs, as Marcel's eyes softened at my broken state.
"Because you deserved better." He answered with a long sigh.
"No I don't. I don't want better. I want you." I cried. His fingers tilted my head, forcing me to look into his eyes. Without another moment of hesitation, our lips were hastily pressed together, his hands pulling me closer and closer, allowing me to fall back into something I was all to willing to be trapped in.