Marcel’s POV:

I walked out of the club room not wanting to see Isabel at all, but she wouldn’t stop at that. Se grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving, “Marcel. Really what happened? Is someone bullying you because of me?” she looked hurt.

I glanced over at Liam, and let a sigh out, “It was just a misunderstanding between someone and I.” I was mad with her, but I still wanted to talk to her about last night, about her and Zayn. Something just seemed really fishy.

Isabel reached out and gently stroked my face, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were being serious, I thought you were just trying to get me to talk to you.”

I moved out of her reach, pissed with her explanation, “It doesn’t matter anymore. What’s done is done.” I left the room, leaving her and Liam alone.

I stormed down the hall and towards the library when I ran into a girl named Annabel who was in my class, “Hey Marcel. Do you have a second?”

I slowed down, cautious with anyone who talked to me, “W-what do you want?”

She glanced around as if making sure no one was around, “It’s about Isabel.”

I perked up to her name, worried that there was something really bad going on involving her, “What’s wrong?”

“She told me this last night, and I’m afraid she won’t tell you at all…”

I could feel my heart racing as I waited for her to finish her sentence, “She told me she likes you, but is afraid that Harry will get mad at her.”

I stepped back from her, knowing her game, “You know if Zayn is telling you to tell me this, just leave it already.” I turned around to find a different place to go to.

“Zayn? What do you mean?” she sounded worried as she rushed after me.

I glanced at her to see if I could see any lies on her face, “nothing.” I muttered.

“Is Zayn bullying you?” she stopped me and peered at my bruises.

“No. just leave me alone.” I shrugged her off of me and took a quick turn back where I came from knowing she wouldn’t follow me down this hallway.

“Marcel! She really does! Just believe me!”

I shook my head, trying to ignore her words.

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Harry’s POV:

I came to school a little bit early after texting Isabel and her telling me she was going to school early to talk to her friend. I hope she was doing better, after dropping her off last night; she seemed to be in a worst state of mind.

I sat on the steps of the school building watching as a slow drizzle started to appear, wondering if it was bringing bad luck with it. I took a deep cleansing breath and made my way into school. I caught Isabel towards the end of the hallway, and I was about to yell out at her, when I saw she was with that Liam kid again. I felt a twinge in my chest, “Hey Harry.”

I turned around to see Niall and Zayn together, “Hey Niall.” I glanced over at Zayn who was staring daggers at me, “Zayn.”

We just nodded at each other, when I turned back, seeing the two turn a corner and disappearing. I frowned wondering where they went too; she already shrugged me off with one question involving that kid, this time she wasn’t going to. I took a step towards the turn when Niall stopped me.

“I’m having a party tonight, want to come?”

I glanced back at the hallway muttering, “Sure.” Trying to hurry after them.

“I hope your father is in good health.” Zayn replied dully.

I turned to him frowning at that, remembering last night when I got home. How my dad screamed and yelled at me about making him look bad because I left the event early, “He’s the same as always.” I turned away and hurried down the hallway so that I could catch up with Isabel.

“I hope he approves of Isabel! I hope he doesn’t make them disappear like the others!” he yelled at me.

I quickly turned the corner, Zayn’s words ringing through my ears. Damn him!

I crashed into Isabel, “Harry?” she looked shocked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I muttered, pulling her to me and squeezing her tightly. My dad was good at making people disappear that didn’t benefit him. He did it to my friends; he’s done it to my girlfriends. This time I wasn’t going to allow him to take someone I've been wanting forever away from me.

“Are you sure you are okay?” she hugged me back.

I breathed her in, as I caught a movement in the corner of my eye, that Liam kid was fidgeting awkwardly, “What are you doing with him?” I let out.

She turned in Liam’s direction, “Liam? He was just helping me with something. But really, what’s wrong Harry?” she peered up at me, her eyes so beautiful and unique.

I kissed her nose, as she scrunched it up smiling at me, “Please don’t ever disappear on me.” I finally whispered.

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Isabel’s POV:

“Please don’t ever disappear on me?” he whispered sadly, a cold shiver going down my spine, as Eleanor’s words rang through from last night.

I pushed out from his reach ignoring his hurt expression, “What’s wrong Harry? You can let me know.”

He frowned staring over at Liam, “Just my dad being an asshole.”

I turned to Liam, pleading with my eyes for him to leave, it was like he understood, because a few seconds later he went down the hallway and into the clubs room, “What about your dad?” I finally asked, hoping this could be the breaking point to know what was going on.

“He just feels that I have to have friends and girlfriends that have good backgrounds only. He freaked out on me last night.”

“I’m sorry.” I hugged him tightly, feeling his tension relaxing.

He sighed out loud, “Want to go somewhere? School is just somewhere I don’t want to be right now.”

I nodded my head, as he took my hand gently and led me back to the front door. I noticed it was raining out, as I groaned, “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Just the rain.”

“You don’t like the rain?” he looked curious.

I pouted, “No, it makes my hair all frizzy.”

He laughed at that, “That’s why you don’t like the rain?”

“Hey don’t laugh at me! I look like a crazy beast!”

He bit his lip, giving me this adorable look, “Let’s see if that’s true!” his eyes lit up with mischief.

“Harry no!” I screamed as he scooped me up and ran down the stairs with me on his shoulder, “Harry put me down!” I hit his back, trying to squirm out of his hold.

I could hear a few girls giggling at us, making me turn red. He spun us around, as the rain started pouring, “I want to see monster Iz!” he chuckled.

“Harry I'm soaking wet! We have school!” I screeched as he dropped me from his shoulder. I went to make a run from him, but he caught me, his big arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me against his chest, my back soaking the front of his shirt.

“I can’t wait to show you how much I’ve been waiting for this day, and how much you really mean to me.” He whispered into my ear, his whispers tingling down my body.

I tried to turn to face him, but he held on tighter, “Harry?”

He softly chuckled, “I don’t want you to see what I look like right now.”

I escaped from his arms, turning as he covered his face, I caught his cute blushing face, “Don’t look at me!” he whined.

I smiled deeply, walking over to him, as the rain drenched the both of us to our bones, kids running into the school to not get wet, “You’re so cute Harry.” I pulled his hands down from his face, as he peered down at me, a half grin on it.

He bent down kissing me. It was like magic, kissing in the pouring rain. He picked me up and spun me around, lowering me down right above his face, as I placed my hands on either side of him, giving him a long passionate kiss, Marcel’s face blurring my mind.

I frowned against Harry’s kiss, “What’s wrong?” he let me down, worried.

“Nothing, just thinking how I’m going to get a new pair of clothes with school starting soon.” I made up an excuse.

What Marcel said when he came back after he left us, when he grabbed my arm and stormed out of the club room with me, yelling at me to stop playing games with him. He looked so hurt and devastated, as he said Annabel told him that I liked him. I was furious with her interfering, and his hurt expression I just couldn’t tell him the truth, so I lied. I lied to his innocent face, I told Marcel that I loved him, when the one I loved was standing in front of me, I have been in love with Harry for so long, that I felt my heart breaking out.

Harry grabbed a strand of my hair, curling it around his finger, “You look sexy in the rain.”
I smiled up at him, warm drops sliding down my face, hidden amongst the cold rain drops. All the faces of the happy girls came to mind, how they were happy I did this for them. Annabel’s happy face that she was able to be with Niall, even as it was a game. The hurt expressions the girls made when they saw the list the boys had planned out. The happy nerdy face of Liam who seemed to be ecstatic when I was talking to him. Then there was the hurt face of Marcel, who didn’t believe me, and have every right to be skeptical. Then there was my breaking heart, as it tore open with what I was about to do.

I gently pushed up on my toes, kissing Harry gently, “Isabel.” He whispered against my lips, I could feel his smile spreading, as the tears flowed more, knowing I wasn’t going to have this smile for myself anymore.

“Harry…”

He looked down at me, still smiling, water dripping off of his cute curls, “Yeah?”

“I have to go.”

“Oh alright.” He looked slightly hurt as I walked past him.

He rushed over to me, “Want me to drive you home real quick so you can get clean clothes?” he laughed at that.

I turned on him, “Harry please don’t be nice. I mean I-I…” I clenched my teeth in pain, this was for the good of everyone else, I didn’t need happiness, as long as others had it, I would be okay, “I don’t want to see you anymore.” His smile dropped as he furrowed his brows at me.

I turned quickly running up the stairs to the school, as he grabbed my arm and spun me to him, his eyes not as bright as they used to be, “What do you mean?” his voice cracked.

“We’re breaking up.” I yanked my arm away from him, so that he wouldn’t feel me shake with sadness.

“What did I do wrong?” he asked, hurt.

I’m sorry.” I whispered as I ran into the school, leaving a hurt Harry behind me with my heart.

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Marcel’s POV:

I glanced outside, noticing Isabel being spun around by Harry. I didn’t think I had the balls in me to yell at her, or let alone tell her to prove it to me. She took off so fast after that, which I had to follow. I looked away knowing it was all a game. It was stupid of me to think there may have actually been a remote chance. My chest tightening with the pain, “She broke your heart?” I glanced up to see Annabel in front of me.

“no.” I muttered pushing away from her.

“She likes you Marcel.” She said following behind me.

“No she doesn’t, nor do I care if she doesn’t.” I tried to escape her persistence.

“I think you should wait just a bit longer.” I turned around, as she disappeared into a classroom.

I frowned, but still curious. I walked slowly back to the front door, peering out, as I saw the two kissing, I looked away, feeling stupid for believing Annabel.

I stood there for a few seconds, took a deep breath and walked away, as I felt a cold hand grip my arm spinning me to them, “I did it. I’m no longer with Harry.” I could see the mixture of tears and rain sliding down her face, as she walked away.

“That’s not how I wanted you to prove it.” I whispered, holding onto my hurting chest.

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Harry’s POV:

I stood there for god knows how long. I stared up at the gray sky, the rain pouring down on me and down my face. I knew this rain was going to bring bad luck, but I didn’t think it was going to take my heart and the one girl I wanted to do everything for. I grabbed onto my chest, feeling a new pain that I have never experienced before, “Hurting Harry?” I turned around to a smirking Zayn.

Notes

:( poor Harry