The Person You Are (Marcel Fan Fic)

Marcel is just a nerd. Right?


16. 16

Weeks went by and Harry and I were strong as ever.

I knew I could trust him with lots of things.

I hope he knew he could trust me. 

With his persuasion, I had been going to his boxing tournements. 

Not that I didn't want to go and support him, but those images of him getting punched and bleeding aren't pleasant. 

At the boxing arena is where we now lie.


"COME ON LAD GIVE HIM A PROPER HIT!" Cassie screamed  at the top of her lungs. 

I laughed at her excitment, "Don't laugh at me." she nudged me. 

Her friend Zayn was battling it out with another boy. "Do you like him?" I asked. 

She was defensive immediately, "What?! No, we're just friends. He already has a girlfriend." her voice full of saddness and hoplessness.

"Who's his girlfriend?"

"WOO! ATTA LAD! And her name is Trisha Matthews. She's a year in front of us." Cassie yelled for Zayn and still held our conversation. 

I nodded and left the conversation not wanting to sour Cassie's mood. We had become better friends now and I was glad 'cause I needed one and Cassie was the bestest friend I could ever asked for. 

"I'm going to get a soda." I leaned into her ear. 

I walked up the consession and luckily no one was in line.  As I turned with soda in hand, a different hand snaked around me and pulled me into a body.

"Harry, don't scare me like that!" I playfully hit him. 

He chuckled, I noticed he was shirtless and in his little boxing shorts. "It's almost time for your match! Get out there!" I shooed him. 

He shook his head, "I needed a little good luck kiss."

The expression on his face quite cheeky, but I smiled and pecked his lips. "Now go and win." I smacked his butt. 

"Woo, feisty! I like this side of you babe." He smirked. 

I ran back to my seat and saw Zayn and his oppenent walking off. "Who won?" I asked Cassie. 

"Zayn!" she clapped and smiled. Her smile contagious as it spread over my face as well.

A voice announced it was now my lover's turn to battle.

Harry walked into the light to be visible. 
"Who is he going against?" I asked Cassie.

"We won't know until the announcer announces." she replied. 

"AND FACING HIM IS LOUIS TOMLINSON!" The speaker rang and the crowd roared. 

"Oh no. Oh shit. God." Cassie mumbled. 

"What? What's wrong?" 

"Blood is about to be shed."

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