My nerd

Marcel pov

I ran home not caring about the whispers I heard as I ran past some classmates. I walked inside the house and slammed the door behind me. "Marcel styles! We do not slam doors in here!" Mum yelled, "Sorry..." I mumbled. I walked to my room, I tossed my stuff to the floor. I sighed as I plopped down on my bed. I wish I was like Harry. Perfect, adored, loved, popular. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face into it and cried the tears I've been holding in. I heard the door slightly open, "Come in" I said. I felt the bed sink as someone sat. I looked up from my pillow to meet the eyes of my brother, "Marcy... What happened? Why were you crying?" He asked. I looked at him confused but then realized there must have been tear stains on my cheeks. "It's nothing" I replied, Harry sighed. "Marcy, it apparently isn't nothing! As far as I'm concerned it something serious, now why were you crying?" He asked again with a more stern face. I fiddled with my fingers and took a deep breath before answering, "Louis said he would never love me.." I mumbled. Harry looked at me with disbelief, he then pulled me into a tight hug. "Marcy, anyone who doesn't love you is stupid or crazy. Who cares what louis thinks, if he doesn't love you so what. He doesn't know what he's missing." I smiled at the words Harry said. But I then frowned. "Harry, I do care what Louis thinks. I always have." I said feeling a new set of tears form in my eyes. Harry pulled me closer and tighter into the hug and played with hair that has lost it's gel and is now curly and messy. Harry played with my hair for a couple minutes then I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning tucked in my bed and glasses on my dresser, Harry must have tucked me in. I yawned and got out of bed and got on my regular clothing attire, gelled up my hair, brushed my teeth, and ate breakfast. I walked to school, as I was walking I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around to meet those gorgeous icy blue eyes that only belonged to the one and only, Louis Tomlinson. "Y-Yes?" I asked, he sighed before speaking. "I'm sorry.." He mumbled, I choked on my own spit. Louis Tomlinson was telling me he was sorry, this was a shocker for me. "It's ok, I guess?" I said, it sounded more like a question. he looked at me and his eyes darkened. "You guess?!" He shouted, I flinched. He was very scary when he was yelling: "I just apologized to you! Something I didn't want to do, but I did! And all I get is a lousy I guess?!" He yelled. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and threw me to the ground, kicking me very hard to the stomach. He left me there groaning in pain. I stood up and walked, well limped, to school. Maybe I was right. Maybe Louis doesn't love me.

Notes

Hey! So I haven't wrote in a while because I didnt actually think people read this. But they do so huzzah! Anyway thanks for the feedback and suggestions! I love you all. Rate. Comment. And subscribe. All directioners unite!!!! ~N.S