LOSER (ZARCEL)

CHAPTER 3

I woke up to the sound of a conversation.

"Do you think he's okay?" a voice said, in an Irish accent.

Niall?

"He was drunk Niall, of course he'll be fine." another voice said.

Liam?

"Just shut up guys. I'm going to ask Anne what we should do until he wakes up."

Zayn.

My mum? Am I at my house?

"Alright." Liam and Niall said.

I waited a few seconds to make sure Zayn had left, then opened my eyes.

I sat up from my lying position and Liam and Niall looked at me.

"Why are you here?" I asked them, before they had the chance to speak.

"Well, we, I mean Zayn, saw you on the ground at the park, so we took you home." Niall said.

I crinkled my face in confusion.

"Why would Zayn ever do that?" I asked.

"He said it's none of our business.." Liam said.

I was so confused. Zayn actually took me home? The thought of him doing that was just so strange.

As I was lost in thought, Zayn and Mum walked in.

"You're awake!" Mum said, "I'm so glad you're alright Marcel."

She walked up to me, then I remembered. I remember everything that happened.

She put her hand on my knee.

"Don't touch me." I hissed.

Mum looked at me in sorrow.

"Marcel, please. I'm sorry."

"Right."

There was an awkward silence, then Zayn spoke.

"So, uh, you alright mate?" he said.

"Mate?" I asked, "Is this some kind of joke? Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

Zayn looked at me, hesitated to answer.

"I-I don't know. I just thought about all of the times we've messed with you, and seeing you at the park drunk, it just made me rethink my actions. I'm so sorry for all that I've done to you, and I deserved getting beat up."

Did he really just apologize to me? I'm still not sure if I should take him seriously.

"Saying sorry doesn't always fix things, you know." I said.

Zayn nodded.

"I know. It's the least I can do."

"Do you want to make me feel better?" I asked him.

He nodded again.

"Yeah."

"Then leave. You and Liam and Niall."

"But-"

"Please."

He sighed.

"Alright. Come on guys." Zayn said.

My mum walked over to Zayn.

"Thanks again for bringing Marcel back, I was truly wrong. You three are great young men." Mum said.

"It's no problem, Mrs. Styles." Zayn said.

"Please, call me Anne."

Zayn smiled.

Mum gave each of the boys hugs.

After the hugs, the boys left.

I got up from what I know now as the couch in the family room.

"Would you like to explain what happened last night?" she asked.

"No."

She sighed.

"Fine then. But we're getting you a phone tomorrow. I can't let you wander off without any contact from me or your sister."

"Okay."

I walked upstairs to my room and closed the door.

I looked at my clock on the wall.

It was 6:46 PM.

I was out for that long? I even missed school. But I'm glad I did, because I really didn't want to be in school right now.

I sat on my bed, wondering on what I should do, about all of this.

I need to prove everyone wrong. I need to change.

But how can I do that?

I kept thinking, until it came to me.

I can change my looks, like Mum said.

Tomorrow is Saturday so I can go shopping for new clothes.

But I couldn't just do that, I had to change how I act and my personality.

I could try to be more rebellious, all the kids at school seem to like that. The fighting type.

I smiled as I lied on my bed.

Zayn better think twice on what he's doing.