His Other Side

Haley has been bullied since 6th grade. So as she enters the 12th grade, she is just ready to end it all. But then a handsome, geeky plot twist named Marcel Styles totally changes her life forever. But she soon starts to notice some odd behavior in her new friend. Does Marcel have a dark secret? Will Haley discover something in him that she never imagined?


6. I Think I Love You

~Thanks so much for your answers to my question! I will continue on with Marcel for a while as you all wanted.~

I finally made it through the crowd. Marcel looked at me, and then back at Brandon. He sighed and then smiled at the 6 foot tall football player standing in front of him. Then he just simply turned around and walked away! So I followed him.

"Marcel!" I yelled to him. He turned around and stopped walking. I went up to him. "Why did you react like that?" I asked him. "Like what?" he asked. "Like, you know, you smiled at him. And then you just walked away!" "Well, violence is never the answer, Haley." he told me. "But for a second there you looked like you were going to punch him!" I said. "Well...I don't think I would have anyway..." he said.

"Well, do you want to sit down?" I asked him. "I really should get cleaned up don't you think?" he said. I looked down at his sweater. It had a few stains but nothing really noticeable. But he had soup all over his face since Brandon flipped Marcel's tray of food up. His glasses were covered in food and I was surprised he could even see. I giggled. "Yeah. Let's go." I said.

We walked out of the cafeteria and towards the bathrooms. "What is this?!" I yelled as we approached the bathroom doors. There was a sign on the doors of both bathrooms. They read 'Keep out. Remodeling in progress'. My school has very little money so there is only two bathrooms in the whole school. One boy's and one girl's. And both of them were non-enterable.

"Now how am I supposed to get cleaned up?" Marcel asked me. "Let's go to my house really quick." I suggested. Marcel's eyes grew wide. "You mean...like...ditch?" he asked real uneasily. "Not exactly. We'll come back after we are done. Besides, I only live two blocks from here." I told him, walking towards the doors. "Are we allowed to?" he asked his voice shaking. You could clearly tell that this was a first for him. "Yeah. I do it all the time!" I told him. Which was the truth. I normally go home for lunch and then come back and my teacher's are fine with it. It was actually Mrs. Brown's idea in the first place.

So Marcel and I went out the doors and started walking. About five minutes later we arrived at my house. We walked in to my room first so I could get a few things. While I was looking through my closet, Marcel said "I notice the posters on your walls. One Direction, right?" "Yeah. They are amazing." I told him.

We stood in silence for about a minute before Marcel spoke up. "Who's your favorite band member?" he asked me. "Oh. I don't know. They're all great but if I had to pick I would probably say...Harry Styles." I said as I pointed to the curly-haired brunette boy on one of the posters. For some odd reason, Marcel seemed a little shocked by my choice. "Really? Well, why do you like him?" he asked. I laughed. "Cause he's hot and has a heavenly voice! Duh!" I told him. "But other than that, he seems like he is a really nice lad and he looks fun and sweet and, I don't know. Just everything about him seems so...so perfect." I continued. Marcel chuckled and said something quietly to himself. "What did you say?" I asked him. "Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just talking to myself.  I do that a lot." he responded.

We walked into the bathroom and he sat down on the sink. I wet a cloth and gently started wiping the sticky food off his face. Once I was done, I took of his glasses and started cleaning them. I handed them to him and he put them on. "Do you mind if I use your shower?" he asked. "No. Go right ahead." I told him.

I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom. I sat on my bed and let out a long breath. I was just thinking about random stuff but Marcel would always pop back into my head. Eventually he was the topic of my little inside-my-head-talk. I kept wondering if I liked him or not. I mean yeah, I liked him as a friend, but did I like him, 'like that'? Sure I had some feelings for him, but were they serious?

I started hearing some noises coming from the bathroom. I stood up and put my ear against the bathroom door. He was singing! It was all muffled because of the water and stuff but I could still make out the words. It was a song that I didn't recognize.


'And we danced all night to the best song ever, we knew every line now I can't remember how it goes but I know that I won't forget her, cause we danced all night to the best song ever'.


Just then the water stopped running. I ran back to my bedroom. "Oh crud. I don't have any clothes!" Marcel yelled. "Maybe my brother's clothes will fit you." I told him walking towards my brother's room. My brother, Grant, left for College about a year ago. He was my best friend; the one person who really understood me. So when he left, I had no one. But then luckily Marcel came along.

My brother didn't have ANY clothes that looked like Marcel. So I just settled on a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and some black boots. I walked over to the bathroom door and lightly knocked. Marcel opened the door just a crack and stuck his hand out. I handed him the clothes. "I'm really sorry if the clothes aren't you're style but my brother is more of a skinny jeans kind of guy, you know?" I said.

After about five minutes the bathroom door opened. Marcel was wearing the clothes I picked out for him. He had his hair styled like normal and he had his glasses on. "Wow." I said. He looked amazing!!! He was just so sexy in those jeans and that shirt and you would NEVER know that this was Marcel Styles.

"Do I look okay?" he asked me. "Okay? You look awesome!" I told him. He had his shirt tucked into his pants like he normally does. I chuckled and pulled it out. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Making you look even more sexy." I told him.

I looked up into his beautiful green eyes. He looked so perfect. I just couldn't help myself. I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips against his. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me in closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck. After about a minute we pulled away from each other. He had a smile on his face.

"Wow." he said. "What?" I asked him. "You're so beautiful." he told me. My stomach filled with butterflies and I felt myself blush. "Well you don't look too bad yourself." I said to him. "Do you want to go back to school?" he asked me. "Not really, but..." "I don't either." he interrupted me. "Wait, what? Marcel Styles DOESN'T want to go to school?" I said in shock. "No. I want to spend time with you." he said to me. I smiled and looked at the ground. "Well, I guess we don't have to go then. But what do you want to do in the meantime?" I asked him. "I could use a nap." he said yawning. "Well okay." I said.

I walked into my bedroom. I took off my shoes and climbed into my bright blue bed. Marcel took off his shoes and started walking towards the couch. "Marcel." I said. "Yes?" he responded, looking back at me. I smiled and patted the spot on my bed next to me. "Are you sure?" he asked me. I nodded my head. He smiled and climbed into my bed. I scooted closer to him. He wrapped his long arms around me. I nuzzled my head into his warm chest. "Marcel?" I said looking up at him. "Yes, Haley?" he said looking down at me. "I think I love you." I told him. "Haley, I think I love you, too."

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