Scarred. ~Dark Fanfic~

I walked down the corridor of my new school, staring at my shoes, when I bumped into someone. I dared to look up. I slowly raised my head to find a curly haired boy, with an evil grin spread across his face. He had green orbs, that penetrated your soul. He wore black combat boots, a leather jacket completed with a skull shirt and bandana. I knew who he was. Harry Styles.

Please note that this is all made up and Harry Styles would never do this.


13. Surprise.

Marcel's P.O.V
I'll change. She's always telling me not to, but if she doesn't want a nerd, and clearly doesn't want a bad boy, then what does she want? Maybe she keeps telling me not to change as a hint to change? Girls are complicated. She's supposed to come home today. I'll have to discuss it with her, but subtly. 

~Later at the hospital~
"Kyra!" I sang as I walked towards her bed.
"Mars!" she laughed.
"So, you coming home today?" I asked, perching myself on the side of her bed.
"Yep." She smiled, propping herself up in her bed. "But not until another hour." She sighed.
"Don't worry." I smiled. "Let's listen to music." I said, pulling my phone out. I played my favourite song, and sang along.
"Marcel.." Kyra whispered.
"What?" I stopped singing, worried.
"You're amazing!" She yelled.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Your singing! It's amazing!" She repeated. 
"Really?" I blushed.
"Yes! Oh my gosh!" She wriggled in her bed. I felt as if a light bulb lit up in my head. Idea.
"Thanks." I blushed, looking at my feet. 
"Kyra?" Said a nurse, who had just walked in.
"That's me." Kyra smiled.
"You can go home earlier. Now." The nurse announced, and walked out.
"She was rude." I stated once she had left.
"Mars!" Kyra laughed. "Who cares, I can go home!" She said, getting out of bed.
"Woah, be careful." I rushed over and wrapped her arm over my shoulder for support, in case she was still a bit weak.
"Marcel, I'm fine." She laughed and removed her arm from my shoulders. "I'll just pack my stuff." She smiled. I nodded and sat on the bed.

"Where's your car Mars?" Kyra asked, walking across the car park.
"Over here." I said, walking towards it. But what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks.
"Hello, Marcel."
"H-Hi." I muttered.
"Where's Kyra?"
"I-I don't k-know."
"Liar." He growled, pushing me over. "Now, where is she?" He repeated.
"Harry, I-I'm not going t-to tell y-you." I said bravely.
"I'll find her myself then." Harry growled. He walked over me, and searched the car park.

Kyra's P.O.V
I hid behind Marcel's car. Harry stormed around searching. When it was clear, I crawled out from behind the car, and pulled Marcel around the side, and to the back.
"We have to run." I told him.
"Ok. Will you be ok?" Marcel asked, worried.
"I'll be fine. He's gone, so let's run. GO!" I whisper shouted. I ran from behind the car, looking behind me for Harry. I ran all the way to a park, with Marcel hot on my heels. We stopped at a park bench to catch our breath.
"We..lost..him." I said in between breaths.
"Are you okay?" Marcel asked, sitting on the bench.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. "We're going to have to walk let's get going." I said.
"Okay, well, I'm gonna drop you off and then go back to mine for a bit, y'know, have a shower and things." Marcel explained.
"Oh, okay, come round after though?" I pouted.
"Of course." He smiled. We came to my house, and went our seperate ways. Marcel was so brave.

Marcel's P.O.V
Change. Change. Change. I need to change, and I know exactly how to.

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