Harry felt disgusting when he walked into his house – he knew he just destroyed Marcel’s chance for love even though Marcel probably never had a chance to experience real love with Louis.
Sighing, he walked into his room and pulled the glasses of his face, placing them on the night stand as he shook his hair, trying to get his curls back.
He dumped down on his bed and slowly started to untie the shoes that he then kicked off, watching them bounce against the opposite wall before he let himself fall back, his body hitting the pillow.
Harry didn’t bothered to think about what Marcel would feel – he knew his little brother would be hurt, but this way of being hurt was better than being betrayed and humiliated in front of the entire school, at least that’s what Harry thought.
He turned around and grabbed his remote, turning on his TV; not caring that he stole wore Marcel’s clothes. Harry pulled the covers over him as he flicked through the TV on the search for a movie that would distract his mind for a little while as he stopped at a program that showed “Dear John”.
“That’ll do the job,” Harry muttered and tossed the remote onto his night stand, snuggling into the pillow.
~
Marcel was sitting on his bed. It’s been about two hours since he came back home after his appointment and he kept looking at his phone, checking for new text messages from Louis but disappointment came over him every time he unlocked his screen and an empty screen greeted him.
That made his mind think – Louis always texted in class and he always texted Marcel asking him how he was doing, even when he was him half an hour before. It was weird, but Marcel shrugged it off.
He pushed himself off his bed and walked downstairs, grabbing a glass of ice tea which he took back to his bed. When he arrived, he sat down on his bed, took a sip from the ice tea, feeling the cold liquid running down his throat as he almost instinctively grabbed his phone, unlocking it only to find out he has no test messages – again.
Maybe he’s busy or his phone died, Marcel told himself and grabbed his laptop, opening it. He typed in his password and clicked on Google Chrome and went on an online site for movie streaming and clicked on a movie that seemed interesting to him and leant back, watching the chosen movie.
~
(The next morning)
Marcel walked into school, beyond confused. Louis used to pick him up the last days and this morning Marcel waited until he was destined to be late for school, but his boyfriend never showed up.
Marcel hurried down the halls and stopped in front of a door, taking a deep breath and knocked, opening the door. He immediately felt thirty pairs of eyes on him and the teacher’s eyes pierced right through the nerdy boy.
“S-Sorry,” Marcel stumbled. “I missed the bus.”
The teacher simply nodded and Marcel walked to his seat, sitting down next to Louis.
“Why didn’t you pick me up?” Marcel whispered to Louis but Louis didn’t bothered to look at Marcel, he just kept staring at the black board, copying everything the teacher said into his notes.
“Louis!” Marcel said eagerly and Louis just rolled his eyes, purposely turning his body away from Marcel which left the nerdy boy even more confused while he placed his book on the table.
~
As the bell echoed through the halls, Louis hurridly stuffed his stuff into his bag and walked to the door of the classroom.
Marcel raised his eyebrows, zipped his bag up and ran after Louis, grabbig his shoulder so Louis was forced to turn around and look at Marcel.
“What is wrong with you?” Marcel asked incensed and Louis, who was about to turn around again stopped and glared at Marcel.
“More like, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Louis replied angry and Marcel raised his eyebrows, perplexed.
“What the fuck,” Marcel said. “I haven’t done anything wrong, you’re the one who suddenly started to ignore me, so there’s nothing wrong with me!”
Louis let out a scornful laugh and rolled his eyes. “If I recall my memories, you were the one who broke up with me all of sudden and told me to never speak to you again, so there must be something wrong, Styles,” Louis spoke and Marcel’s jaw dropped as those words reached his ears.
Marcel opened his mouth to say something but Louis groaned in annoyance, rolling his eyes once again. “Whatever you want to say, I don’t want to hear it,” Louis sneered and turned around, walking away.
“I didn’t break up with you!” Marcel yelled after Louis but Louis kept walking; he either didn’t hear Marcel or preteneded that he didn’t.
“Fuck,” muttered Marcel and leant back, his back hitting the cold, hard metal of the lockers; he slid down until he sat on the ground, sighing frustrated.
He had no idea what Louis was talking about – he never broke up with Louis, neither did he told Louis to never speak to him again, Marcel wouldn’t do this. He loved Louis, why should he want Louis to never speak to him again? This wouldn’t make any sense, and Marcel loved things that made sense.
~
The day at school had been hell for Marcel – he would’ve described the times when he was bullied as hell, but today he got to know what real hell was.
Louis ignored him the entire day and Marcel had a feeling the black-haired boy avoided him on purpose; all Marcel wanted was to sort this misunderstanding out because Marcel had no memory of breaking up with Louis and he was keen to clear this out, he didn’t want to lose Louis.
Right now, Marcel was walking home, his hands shoved into the pockets and his thoughts swarming in his head. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, dialed Louis’ number and then held the phone against his ear.
“Hello, you reached my voice mail, congrats. I’m Louis Tomlinson and you’re not reaching me, leave a message after the tune.”
Marcel hung up before the beep was audible and hung up as his phone vibrated again. Marcel quickly picked up, hoping it would be Louis finally calling back but this hope was soon crashed.
“Marcel?” came his mother’s voice from the other side of the line and Marcel held back yet another sigh.
“I have to stay longer today, would you mind going to your dad’s today?” Anne asked and Marcel bit his lip, nodding before he realized that Anne couldn’t see him.
“No, it’s okay, see you later, mom,” Marcel said, hanging up before he made his way to the bus stop.
~
Marcel entered his dad’s house which was complete silent except for Harry’s muffled voice from upstairs – his father wasn’t home, again.
Marcel walked upstairs and headed for his brother’s room as he noticed he was calling someone. Even though he knew it was wrong, Marcel couldn’t help but eavesdrop.
“I swear, I feel so guilty and disgusting for doing it,” Harry said in a low voice and Marcel raised his eyebrows – knowing his brother, he could be talking about anything; a weird sex position, some drugs that were highly illegal or some other things that Marcel pushed away as soon as they came to his mind.
“I know he’s my brother, Nick, but I couldn’t help it,” Harry then said and Marcel got even more courious so he pressed his ear against the cold, hard wooden door so he could hear anything clearly.
“This Louis guy looked so broken as I broke up with him, for a minute I thought about saying I wasn’t Marcel but it’s better that they’re not together.”
In that moment, Marcel’s heart stopped for a second and his jaw dropped as the anger was rising inside. He pushed the door open and glared at Harry.
“What have you done?” Marcel hissed and watched how the entire color drained from Harry’s face as his curly-haired brother quickly hung up on the phone, tossing the electrical device onto his pillow.
“Marcel, I can explain,” Harry said hopelessly and in that moment, all the puzzle pieces fell into places in Marcel’s brain.
“It was you,” he said barely above a whisper and Harry raised an eyebrow and was about to say soemthing as Marcel interrupted him.
“YOU BROKE UP WITH LOUIS!” he screamed, glaring at Harry and Harry bit his lip, looking rather uncomfortable.
“I can explain, Marcel,” he tried but Marcel shook his head, tears burning in his eyes.
“Save it, I’m done with you,” he said. “Fuck, I hate you so much, you can’t even see me being luckier than you,” he hissed before turning around and walked out of the door, slamming the door behind himself.
Marcel slipped into his shoes and walked out of the house, and in that moment he felt like he had lost everything, he lost Louis, he lost his brother – he simply lost everything and it hurted, it hurted so fucking much.