And We Danced All Night (A Marcel fanfiction)

Marcel has kept it hidden that his brother is none other than *the* Harry Styles--not because he wants to (because he admires his brother with great respect for what he does), but because he doesn't want to live in his shadow. This, of course, comes with a price: He's not nearly as outgoing as his siblings are. When Samara Deanne comes to the top-level STEM school, where he attends, where will his shaky personality take him? Will she change him for the better?


6. Chapter 6


I reached over and grabbed my phone. It was a text from Samara, just like I wanted. "Wake up, sleep! -SamSam." I smiled and wished her a good morning.

Against my better judgment, I fell back to sleep...

I walked into the pool room with my towel clutched in my hands. The thought of swimming scared me to death, but I really needed to learn. Mum was walking in front of me, and Harry was behind me. He was suppose to teach me (which may or may not have been a good thing).

"Marcel, go ahead and jump into the pool, and I'll be in in just a second," Harry instructed.

I looked down at the water and gulped. "A-a-are you sure about this?" I asked him.

"Of course," he answered.

I turned back to the pool and sighed. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself. I jumped in, expecting to come back up. But, something different happened.

I sank.

Lower and lower I went, down into unrecognizable territory. How deep was this pool? I opened my eyes...and I wish I hadn't. There was absolutely nothing down there. It was just so...empty.

My lungs started to collapse. I held my breath for as long as I could, but it was no longer possible. I sank further and further, until I hit the bottom of the pool. Had I given up that easy? Was I willing to die that way?

Suddenly, I saw a girl dive into the water and swim toward me. She didn't look familiar, but that didn't stop me from trying to swim to her. As she got closer to me, I realized something that was daunting:

It was Samara.

She smiled as she wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me up.

I gasped, opening my eyes. I looked up and saw Samara standing over me. "Oh my God!" I shouted, throwing the blanket back and putting my glasses on. "What are you doing here?"

Samara gave me a confused look. "Anne let me in," she answered. "I sent you that text like you wanted me to. What happened? I figured you'd get up,"

I sighed. "I'm sorry, Samara. I must have fallen to sleep again. Do you mind waiting for a bit? I just need to clean up a bit. I don't look too dirty, do I?"

She shook her head. "You might smell a bit, but you aren't dirty,"

I smiled. "At least you're honest," I sat up and got up, going to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair out. I took some gel and styled it, putting it over to the side. I heard a knock at the door.

"Marcel," I looked over. Samara was holding an outfit, something that I would wear (surprisingly). "I hope you don't mind, but I picked out something for you to wear, just for the sake of..." she paused, staring at me. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "That's a nice tattoo you've got,"

I looked down at my side. It was my tattoo of a treasure chest. "Oh yeah. Forgot that was there. Thank you,"

She opened her eyes. "You're welcome," she handed the outfit over. "What does it represent?"

"A verse I once heard: 'For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.' I guess I took it a little too literally,"

"It's nice," she said. "That's actually a bible verse,"

I pulled my dress shirt on. "Which one?"

"Matthew 6:21," she said. "I was a bit of a Bible freak in Hawaii for a little while,"

I smiled. "So, you're a Christian," I assumed.

She nodded. "I've been falling behind, though. I was really hoping this trip would help me get closer to God,"

I laughed. "I think you picked the wrong part of England, then,"

She laughed. "I hope not," She walked out of the bathroom, letting me change into the rest of my clothes. When I got done, I walked out, but saw that Samara wasn't there. I grabbed my bag and walked down the stairs.

Samara was talking to Mum when I walked in. She looked over and smiled. "You ready to go, sleepy head?" she joked, sticking her tongue out at me.

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm ready," I picked up my wallet and went over to Mum. "I'll see you after school,"

She hugged me. "See you, then. Hey, if you're going to go out after school, just text me. Okay?"

"Okay," Samara and I left out and went to her car. "Hey, how did you learn to drive?"

"I actually lived in Yorkshire a couple of years back when my Dad did some work at a university with some scientists,"  she answered. "I had a couple of older friends that taught me how to drive. I came back up a few months ago to get my license,"

"That's awesome," I answered. After a couple of minutes, we pulled up to a coffee shop.

"It's going to have to be quick, considering we're a little behind, but it should be good,"

"Yeah. It'll be good," I said.

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