Magnificent Marcel
Chapter 2
Marvels POV:
I immediatly knew something very wrong had happened. I frantically motioned for the curtain to close. The crowds murmuring could still be heard though.
I flung open the box, and found the girl unconscious. "No, no, crap, no." I muttered, as stage crew and my agent/manager rushed over.
My brother, Harry. Yes the Harry Styles who had been watching from the wing rushed out. "Is she dead!" He exclaimed. "I-I don't think so." I stuttered nervously.
If I killed her I would never forgive myself. "We can't let this get out. It could ruin your reputation, and your brothers." Said the manager worriedly.
"I got a pulse!" Exclaimed a stage crew memeber. At least she was alive. "Shes not dead! It's good!" I exclaimed. My manager shook his head. "Even an injury can ruin a reputation.
I groaned, and covered my face. I could nt believe I had made such a huge mistake. This sucked!!! "We have to make sure she never tells a soul." Said Harry quietly.
Suddenly my manager pulle Harry and me into a corner. "Boys. Chances are with a head injury like this, she will have memory loss." Said the Manager.
"So she won't remember this?" I asked. He nodded. "However we won't know for sure until she wakes up." He continued. "What do we do until then?" I asked curiously.
"Take her home with you two. Dont let the paparazzi know who she is. When she wakes up, then we will figure out from there." He said, smiling as though he was brilliant.
"Kidnap!" I exclaimed. "Ssssssh." He hushed me. "Marcel, it may be the only way." Said Harry quietly. "You would rather kidnap someone than lose your rep!" I hissed.
"Marcel it will all be fine. She has memory loss, we send her to a hostpital. She doesn't, we bribe her not to tell." Said Harry. I sighed. It all sounded very illegal.
"Alright then, ill make a distraction while the two of you get out of here." He said. Harry nodded. Suddenly there was a girl yelling,"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THAT MY BEST FRIEND!"
"Mam, I can't let you back there." Said the guard. "PLEASE!" Begged the girl, sounding as though she was crying. That made me feel even worse about this.
"C'mon marcel." Said Harry, and I followed him to the box.
My manager began distracting the others, and Harry and I lifted the box, and hurried towards the exit.
I looked down at the crumpled body and sighed. This better work, or who knows what will happen.
I immediatly knew something very wrong had happened. I frantically motioned for the curtain to close. The crowds murmuring could still be heard though.
I flung open the box, and found the girl unconscious. "No, no, crap, no." I muttered, as stage crew and my agent/manager rushed over.
My brother, Harry. Yes the Harry Styles who had been watching from the wing rushed out. "Is she dead!" He exclaimed. "I-I don't think so." I stuttered nervously.
If I killed her I would never forgive myself. "We can't let this get out. It could ruin your reputation, and your brothers." Said the manager worriedly.
"I got a pulse!" Exclaimed a stage crew memeber. At least she was alive. "Shes not dead! It's good!" I exclaimed. My manager shook his head. "Even an injury can ruin a reputation.
I groaned, and covered my face. I could nt believe I had made such a huge mistake. This sucked!!! "We have to make sure she never tells a soul." Said Harry quietly.
Suddenly my manager pulle Harry and me into a corner. "Boys. Chances are with a head injury like this, she will have memory loss." Said the Manager.
"So she won't remember this?" I asked. He nodded. "However we won't know for sure until she wakes up." He continued. "What do we do until then?" I asked curiously.
"Take her home with you two. Dont let the paparazzi know who she is. When she wakes up, then we will figure out from there." He said, smiling as though he was brilliant.
"Kidnap!" I exclaimed. "Ssssssh." He hushed me. "Marcel, it may be the only way." Said Harry quietly. "You would rather kidnap someone than lose your rep!" I hissed.
"Marcel it will all be fine. She has memory loss, we send her to a hostpital. She doesn't, we bribe her not to tell." Said Harry. I sighed. It all sounded very illegal.
"Alright then, ill make a distraction while the two of you get out of here." He said. Harry nodded. Suddenly there was a girl yelling,"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THAT MY BEST FRIEND!"
"Mam, I can't let you back there." Said the guard. "PLEASE!" Begged the girl, sounding as though she was crying. That made me feel even worse about this.
"C'mon marcel." Said Harry, and I followed him to the box.
My manager began distracting the others, and Harry and I lifted the box, and hurried towards the exit.
I looked down at the crumpled body and sighed. This better work, or who knows what will happen.
9/25/13