Marcel's p.o.v:
I finally got an idea to make Y/n, forgive me. I'll make it up to the rest later. I'm going to make Y/n's favourite dinner, for a start. Not a big thing but I hope she will be happy. Then I got little sticky notes and I'm going to write how much I love her on each and every one. I got started on the dinner and once it was finished I placed it in the microwave so she can heat it up when she comes back. I then got started on the sticky notes. 'I'm sorry for everything I said and done to you.', 'you and Gemma are the best sisters anyone could ask for.', 'I hope one day-" but then I stopped. Why am I writing these down? I could just say it to them. I crumpled up the notes and flung them in the bin. Just as I done that they walked in. "Hi Y/-" but she walked right past me. They all did. Edward helped Y/n, upstairs. "Y/n, I made your favourite." "Not hungry." I sighed and went to my mum. "Mum, they hate me." I whispered. She pulled me into a hug. "They don't hate you, trust me. They'll come round eventually." "Why not now. I want to be part of the family again."
