A few weeks passed and Marcel and I were getting closer every day. I was so happy and so fortunate to have him in my life. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I love him so much. I’ve known since the day I met him. I never knew that I could fall for someone this hard, not after such a short time of meeting. This is something I’ve always dreamed of.
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I was just getting home from school. I put my bag on the counter and went into my room. I heard someone in the bathroom then remembered that Marcel told me there was something wrong with the pluming at his place so he asked if he could take a shower at mine.
I got out a cookbook and began to read, I was planning on cooking something for Marcel tonight. Something special… He walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. I ran up to him and kissed him. It took him a while to respond, but after a few seconds I was wrapped in his arms and my hands were grabbing onto his wet hair.
I pulled away and smiled, but my smile slowly faded away when I looked at his chest and saw tattoos. Marcel didn’t have tattoos…
“Harry!?” I screamed in confusion “Oh my God!”
“No! I’m so sorry I – I!”
I can’t believe I just did that. I ran out of my room and went into the living room.
How could I have not noticed? I just. I need a minute.
He then came into the living room now fully clothed.
“Mary, are you alright?” he said softly
“I don’t know… I just. I’m sorry.” I stuttered
“No, no… it was my fault too. Do we tell Marcel?”
“No! Marcel!” I cried “He’s going to be crushed!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. We don’t have to tell him until you’re ready.”
“I don’t know what to do!”
I sobbed softly into a cushion. I could tell that Harry didn’t want to say anything. He just stood there.
“If it means anything now Mary, I should’ve stopped you…”
“Just… please go. I’m sorry. I just can’t with this.”
He slowly walked out and I continued sobbing on my couch.
A few hours later I fell asleep. Marcel came in through the door and jumped on top of me playfully waking me from my slumber.
“Haha, Marcel!” I smiled with excitement
“MAAARRY!” He laughed while poking me gently on the sides “So how was your day love?”
“It was….”
I remembered what I did…
“Um… it was fine. How was yours?”
I faked a smile… it hurt so bad to lie to him. The guilt.
“Um, are you okay.”
“Haha, yeeah! So tell me, how was your day?”
“Oh, well it was great! I’m going to go get some clothes at my house and take a shower here, is that alright?”
“Of course, I’ll start making dinner”
“Sounds great ha, I’ll be right back.” He smiled
He kissed me and left
I don’t know what to do. I’ve never felt so guilty. How could I live with him not knowing about what happened between me and his brother? How can I pretend that nothing happened? I have to tell him…
A few minutes later Marcel came back and went in the bathroom to take a shower. I began to cook and when he came out we had dinner. After dinner we sat on the couch and watched T.V.
“I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here”
I went into my room and texted Harry. I needed to tell Marcel and I wanted him to help me explain what happened.
Come over. We need to tell him.
Are you sure?
Yes. I feel terrible about it. Please come over and help me.
I’ll be over in a bit
I walked into the living room and sat next to Marcel. Harry walked in and my stomach felt like it was slowly getting stabbed.
“Um… Marcel?”
“What’s going on?”
“Um… I… I need to tell you something.”
“Okay what?” He said innocently
“I kissed her.” Blurted Harry
Marcel stood up in shock and looked at me in disbelief
“Is this true?!”
“No, Marcel I did it! I didn’t mean to though I swear! Marcel please, believe me I didn’t mean to!”
“Um… ah… well, well... what happened?” he said hesitantly
“He got out of the shower and I ran up to him and kissed him. Babe I swear I thought he was you. I don’t know what happened I guess I kind of just forgot you were a triplet in that moment…”
“It wasn’t all her fault. I kissed her back. I’m sorry mate.” Said Harry
“Wait, you kissed her back!? Harry, how could you do this to me!?”
We all went silent. There were tears already running down my cheek.
“Mary no, please… don’t cry.”
Marcel sat down and wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m sorry, I thought he was you! I didn’t mean to I swear!”
“I know… it’s fine, please.”
“No it’s not I should have known”
“It’s okay, it didn’t mean anything right?”
“It didn’t.”
Marcel looked at Harry. Harry didn’t say a word.
“It didn’t mean anything… right?”
Still… not a word from Harry.
Marcel stood up.
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Harry, Edward And Marcel
FanfictionA story for those who love fanfics but hate to read long stories. Authors Note: I wrote this when I was like 14 -StylesTheYoung Quit commenting things like "Isn't it too early for them to get married?" Yes. It is. And I know. I wrote it. It's a fre...
