I stand at Nora’s door, trying to hone in on the conversation to get some idea of what happened and what I hear, shatters my heart. “We kissed, I mean, I kissed him.” I hear Nora admit to Sam and I just tune out the rest of the conversation. I walk away from the door, making my way to my room. This always happen to me! No matter if it is Harry or the other lads, no one wants to be with me. I bump shoulders with someone, distracted by my own rage. “Watch it you fucking asshole!” A high pitched voice shouts. “Sorry.” I mumble, not even stopping. I reach my room and I grab my phone and shove it in my pocket, picking up my duffel bag and going to my car, driving to the gym. “This is bullshit.” I keep muttering to myself. I arrive at the gym, going inside. “Marcel!” Crystal greets me and I nod at her. “We haven’t seen you in awhile, same private room?” She asks and I nod my head solemnly. “Mr. Chambers, come out here, Marcel is back.” Crystal says into the intercom type thing on her desk. The door on my right opens and Spike walks out. People mistake him as a scary guy because he has the piercings and the tattoos and the spiky hair but he actually is pretty nice, he just has the bossy sort of way of doing things. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Marcel, I haven’t seen you in ages, what brings you back?” He asks and I tense my back muscles. “Stress,” I say simply and he nods. I follow him to the blue doors and then close them behind us. There are mats all over the floor and punching bags hanging from the ceiling. “Alright, might want to start stretching.” He says but I shake my head. “I need to hit something.” I insist but he shakes his head. “You will pull something, stretch first.” He says but I shake my head, my eyes narrowing. “Alright,” he says, taking me toward the middle of the room and I stand in front of a punching bag. The words that Nora said runs through my mind and I throw a punch at the bag, I grunt, throwing another punch, it barely even moves, just like the first time. I throw a left hand and then right hand punch. “Come on Styles, you can do better than that.” Spike says and then an image of Niall with his hands all over Nora pops into my head and I start throwing punches that even Spike winces. The image is still burned into my mind but now it’s like a video, I hear Nora say his name, not mine. I grunt, punching the bag with so much force that it comes back and hits me and I flop down to the ground. I press my head to the mat and groan. “What’s up Marcel?” Spike asks and I sigh. “Nora.” I say simply and he sits next to me. “What happened?” He asks and I prop myself up on my elbows. “She kissed another guy.” I say and he nods. “Ah, young love.” He says and I roll my eyes. “What do I do?” I ask and he looks away thoughtfully. “You can either talk to her about it or drop her.” He says, shrugging. “Wow, thanks for the help.” I say and he shrugs again. “I will think of something, I need to do something.” I say and he nods. I get up, grabbing my duffel bag and going outside. I pick up my phone and dial the sheriff’s office. “Officer Downey is speaking,” a deep, rough voice speaks. “Hey Downey, its Marcel, call off the search for Niall Horan.” I say and he clears his throat. “Have you found him?” He asks and I smirk. “Yeah, you could say that, nice talking to you.” I say, hanging up. No more Niall.
Wow, Marcel, just, what. -Over&&Out