She's Dangerous (Sequel to He's Dangerous) [COMPLETE]

Marcel was back but nothing was the same. It was hard returning to the way they were when they could barely remember it. Without Marcel Ella had to mature, grow up. Although growing up is exactly what Marcel wants to prevent. Once Ella starts growing up, she'll start making the same mistakes that Marcel did and he didn't want her to end up guilty over something
she had no intention to do. Life has been hectic since he got back and it's not calming down any time soon. Marcel and Ella are back in full action with new drama. Lies. Tears. Smiles and memories to be made. Want to follow them on their adventure? Read She's dangerous.


19. Chances





 "Marcel?" I asked, turning my head to look into his beautiful eyes. He looked at me, his eyes accepting my soon coming question.

   "Can you believe this? Our own house, together!" I smiled, my voice quiet as I held my hand up. He laced his fingers with mine, our joined hands resting on my thigh.

   "I'm still surprised you agreed to come love!" He chuckled as I smiled, agreeing with his statement. I stayed quiet, simply replaying his voice in my mind. Deep and raspy, his accent pulling at every word he spoke. It was truly something to marvel over.

   "I am too Marcel...I am to..." I whispered to myself, smiling as his breath fanned over my face, the fresh scent intoxicating my senses.

  "Hey babe, I'm going to go get food, I'll be back soon okay?" I asked, taking a deep breath as I carefully unwrapped his arms from my waist, sitting up.

  "Be quick?" He asked as I smiled, nodding.

   Before I could respond my phone went off, signaling a call. I sighed, sliding it off the comforter and answering the incoming, horribly timed call.


  "Dear Ella, you thought by moving away to Miami, this would all disappear? Think again angel!" A deep voice spoke before the line was cut, ending every question I had formed.

   I kept the phone to my ear for a good thirty seconds extra before pulling it away, staring at the black screen in shock.

   "Are you okay love?"

   "Uh, yeah. Insurance calls, useless!" I laughed stiffly, my phone dropping out of my hands onto the bed, beside Marcel's. I panicked, making sure Marcel couldn't possess it before me, quickly sliding it into my back pocket as I found my keys.

   "I-I'll be right back..uh, yeah. Soon.." I stuttered, rushing out of the house before he could ask any questions which would require my telling what truly happened. I found the closest drugstore, loading a basket with food. Just as I was putting some frozen dishes on top, my phone went off.

   I pulled it from my pocket, my eyebrows cocking in confusion as I looked at the call. 

   Call from ella♥

  Wait, but this is my pho- Oh. No.

   My eyes widened as I turned the phone to find a plain black case. My brain didn't have to think in order to know who's phone this was. Marcel's. Meaning he could easily access anything this person sends.

   I nervously answered, my hand shaking severely as I pressed the phone to my ear, scared.

   "H-Hello?" I squeaked, trying to keep my voice steady and normal.

   "Who the fuck is calling and texting you?" His voice demanded, much deeper and raspier than normal.

   "W-What do you mean?" My mind mentally slapping myself. My stuttering would give it away before anything else had a chance.

   "A guy. Calling your phone and texting. Are you cheating on me?" He asked as I gasped, the basket sliding down my arm ever so slightly.

   "Marcel, why would you think that?" I asked, thankful I didn't stutter.

   "Do you even know what he messaged?" He yelled, my body flinching as I instinctively pulled the phone a few inches away from my ear.

   "I don't even know who you're talking about!" I contradicted, tears brimming my eyes. So much for a new start. Psh, new for us is over rated.

   "This guy! I don't know his name but answer me!" He yelled, louder than before as I took many breath's, trying to calm myself as a few tears curved over the border of my eye, spilling down.

   "No, No I am not Marcel!" I stated confidently as I heard him scoff, my brave exterior slowly chipping away.

   "Yes you are you slut!" He spat as a gasp left both of our lips.

   "What the fuck did you just call me?" I growled into the phone, my shock replaced with pure anger.

   "You heard me, do I have to spell it out?" He remarked sarcastically as I left my basket full of food, walking outside the store so that nobody witnessed my anger.

   "You have the nerve to call me a slut? I've only allowed myself to be taken by you! Answer my question now Marcel, how many girls have you fucked? You're a fucking man whore!"  I shouted before I immediately stopped talking.

   Silence was all that was communicated, both of us shocked by my outburst.

   "You bitch, you fucking lie! I bet you fucked Dylan, Ryder, this mystery guy, me and God knows how many others!" He shouted as I could feel my skin grow hot with how furious I felt.

   "DYLAN TOOK ME BY FORCE! I ONLY LOVED YOU!" I screamed into the speaker, earning a worried glance from pedestrians.

   "Loved? As in you don't love me anymore? Good because I never loved you!" He shouted as my mouth fell open. Without embarrassment, every small tear raced from my eyes as my breathing gradually slowed down.

   "If that's how you feel then, I guess I won't be coming back..." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

   "Ella...I didn't-," He began before I pressed the tip of my finger against the red end button. The largest insecurities I had about myself, he played at. Being called a slut for something I couldn't control? Check. Saying he never loved me? Big fucking ass check. Additional bullet to the heart? More like a bomb.

   I stood with shaking fingers, looking across the road into the endless distance.

   "Guess I have to find somewhere to sleep.." I murmured to myself, still in shock over what happened. I walked a small distances down, finding a park bench as I sat down, replaying the evening in my head.

   Now, with old Ella I would have become anorexic, self harmed or tried to commit suicide, but no. I'm done, say I did it for attention, even though I didn't, but I'm done. If he never loved me than I move on, not another word.

   I sighed laying horizontally on the bench as I internally cursed myself for not wearing a jacket. Hey, you'd think Florida would be warmer at night. I turned so that nobody could see my face, tears continuously streaming from my face.

   How did this go all wrong? Why wouldn't he listen to me? Had I played at his insecurities as he had mine? Had I been the cause of all of this?

   I couldn't focus due to my legs being lifted than set down on something that felt like a body. I looked up to see a figure, my legs resting on his thighs. Due to his black hoodie I couldn't examine his features, but somehow I already knew.

   "What do you want Marcel?" I asked agitated.

   "Ella, just listen-,"

   "Stop it! I listen every time and always end up forgiving you. You only have so many chances Styles and you just used your last one. You never loved me, you said it yourself. So why are you trying to get me to forgive you. What? So you can get me in bed as your fuck buddy while I live along thinking were in love. Or is it so that somebody will kill me instead of you! That was your intention right?" I spoke, my voice cracking severely as I sat up, the weight of my cast making it a struggle.

   "Ella.." He began before sighing, tugging at the loose ends of his curls.

   "You're right. I don't deserve all the chances you have given me and yet I still ask for them like it's money. Just, Ella, never forget this. I was upset. I felt hurt and betrayed. It made me feel like shit and I thought you were the cause of it. I thought you were cheating. I just wanted to make you feel the same pain I did and I would have said anything to be the stronger one. I am so sorry for everything I have done and there's no going back. I am sorry, so so sorry!" He spoke, his voice faltering towards the end.

   As much as I wanted to wrap my arms around him and whisper how everything was okay, I just couldn't.

   "Marcel?" I asked, waiting for his response.


   "You do know I would never cheat on you...right?" I asked, scared that he thought I would. Maybe I had made it seem like I could easily leave him if necessary.

   "I know, I just got so caught up in the moment. If that wasn't somebody you knew...who was it though?" He asked as my heart stopped, my whole body freezing over.

   "Uh-it's, well-you see-," I began stuttering as Marcel eyed me curiously.

   "Before I left, when the person called me. It was a guy and he said, and I quote, Dear Ella, you thought by moving away to Miami, this would all disappear? Think again angel! I-I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you would get angry and do something stupid.." I admitted sheepishly, my fingers fumbling with the hair tie on my wrist.

  "Ella, of course I would do something stupid, but you want to know what? I would do that stupid thing because I love you and want to protect you." Marcel replied as I sniffled, a few tears still wiggling down my reddened cheeks.

  "Marcel. I love you to but...this just can't work anymore." I spoke, my voice quiet and weak.

  "Of course it can't." Marcel spoke, his voice humored yet dead. Great, here comes another famous Marcel Styles mood change.

  "Marcel..what are you so insecure about? Why do you feel that I'm not faithful to you?" I asked, trying to get him to open up.

  "I'm not insecure about anything.." He answered, ignoring my second question as I sighed.

  "Marcel, you can't keep shutting me out when you get angry." I said in truth as I stared out at the darkening sky.

  "Yes I can, go and leave. I'm used to it. I'll go find another bitch to fuck." He spat as I flinched at his words.

  I'll say anything to hurt you as much as you hurt me.

  Was he truly this hurt because what he just said hurt like a motherfucker.

  "I-I'll be by tomorrow to gather my things.." I said meekly as I stood up, looking down at the man whom I loved so much. With one more smile of admiration I walked off, leaving that park bench where quiet sobs were escaping his lips.








hey guys, drama I know but dont worry. I have it all planned out so be ready :) Anywho, sorry it's taking me a while to update, I've been sick all week and today I have to go in for another class. Not school, I take modeling classes although I suck at it. I mean, all the girls in my class are so pretty...and then there's me. Anywho but yeah. Whose excited for Christmas? Do you still want me to do a christmas haul on youtube? Love you :)





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