The Person You Are (Marcel Fan Fic)

Marcel is just a nerd. Right?


7. 7

I didn't know what the hell to do. 

I stayed sitting in my seat, frozen. Incapable of acknowledging the previous events.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Georgia, he....he thought...." Cassie groaned in frustration. 

"Do you want to go see him? Talk about it?" She asked, I shrugged. "What happens to Marcus?" I asked remembering that I had to make sure he was ok.

"They'll take him to the hospital to make sure no serious damage was done. I was surprised, I expected him to look a lot worse-" she suddenly stopped.

I lifted one eyebrow, "You mean Marcel could have done worse?" I asked. I honestly didn't know what to call him. Marcel? Harry?

She looked at her shoes, "Lets go." She said turning around and fighting through the crowd.

People were still fighting but I saw what I needed to. I will never go to another boxing match again.

My whole body was shaking. Everything didn't seem real, the guy I saw fighting my brother didn't seem real. 

Cassie led me through a tunnel that led to a hallway with many doors. We stopped at a door that said, 'Champ.' 

Cassie knocked and the door flung open revealing Harry. He was sweaty, and heavily breathing. But I caught something, he also seemed nervous.

"I'll leave you two to talk." Cassie mumbles and when she leaves I feel slightly frightened without her presence. 

Harry moves to the side to allow me entrance.

Hesitantly I walk in, very intimidated by this large man.

He lets out a breath and puts his hand through his hair. "I don't know how to explain.." He says looking down.

I shuffle my weight from side to side, "How about, what's your real name?" I asked calmly.

"Harry Styles." I couldn't help but stare at his body. The way his sides are curved but not in a feminine way, and how the ink of his tattoos is spread perfectly over his skin.

"I don't like when people stare." A deep desperate voice plays into my ears. I blush violently, "Sorry."

Harry opened his mouth to speak but his door burst and cameras were everywhere. All in his space, shouting questions about if he thinks he'll win the championship or what his exercise secrets are. I try to move out the door but a hand grabs me.

"Liberty park, 10 o'clock." Harry's gravely voice rumbles. I nod and scoot out of the room before anyone could ask questions.

I turn to look one last time and Harry has a grand smile and is laughing with the interviewer. Boxing isn't his only talent.


I sit in my car and process everything. Marcel is Harry. Harry is Marcel.

Then it clicks, the way he beat up Eric without a scratch on him and how he knew Eric's moves before he made them.

The way he always wore long sleeves to cover his tattoos. Though one question rang through my mind.

Why cover up? Why be Marcel and not Harry? 

Everything he did, the way he acted, it was all an act. I let the tears roll down my cheeks even though I didn't know why I was crying.

My thoughts were interrupted when my cell phone went off. "Marcus?" I greeted.

"Hey Georgia.." He groaned.

"What hospital are you at?" I asked frantically. "The one on Chapin road."

"I'll be there in 5."


Marcus' face was all swollen. To think that Harry caused this, I pushed the thought out of my mind. "He can go." The nurse said.

I nodded and grabbed my brothers hand leading him to my car while he held an ice pack to his head. "Thanks George." He mumbled sitting in his seat.

We got home and thankfully my parents had decided to go out to dinner. I didn't want to deal with their questions or make Marcus think about his opponent and make the connection. 

I put Marcus' arm over my shoulder and helped him up the stairs to his room. "George, you alright?" he asked plopping on his bed.

I sighed and nodded, "Yep. How about yourself?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded, "A little beat up but doing OK. Thanks again for everything." He said and laid down. 

I checked my phone, it was 9:30. I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet Harry at the park.

He scared me to be quite honest. The anger in his eyes and the rage. Why would I get involved with him?

But I felt I owed it to him to explain himself. 

I quietly sneaked out of the door and into my car. Damn, I was really doing this.


I walked into the park and sat on a bench. It was dark and freezing. I hoped he would get here soon.

I kept looking around but no sign of Harry. I got up and squinted to see if I could see a person.

"Hello babe."

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