The Boyfriend List (Harry and Marcel fanfic)
Chpt. 18: Confusion
Harry’s POV:
I stood there silently under the blinding light of the stage, waiting for her reply, as the crowd waited silently too.
It was faint, but I could hear her, “Harry…” then she turned and ran out of the room.
The crowd broke out in whispering. I lowered my eyes, my hand clenching the mike, “I think you should go after her.” Niall walked up behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t think so, she gave me her answer.”
“I don’t think she really gave you one though.” He muttered.
I turned on him, “She rejected me got it? So just leave it already.” I dropped the mike and hopped off the stage, walking in the opposite direction of where Isabel ran off too.
“Harry, Harry, Harry. I seem to keep running into you when your heart keeps breaking.”
I didn’t bother turning to Zayn, “What do you want Malik?”
“What do I want?” I could feel him slinking closer to me, “I want a lot of things, but only one thing rises above the rest, and can you guess what that is?”
I sighed out, “I don’t want to play your games right now.”
“What if I told you I know where your mom is and why she was sent away?”
I stopped dead in my tracks, turning slowly to him; he twitched an eyebrow up, waiting for my reply, knowing I was falling for the bait, “What did you say?”
“I know where your mom is.”
I glared at him, “don’t play your stupid games with me Malik.” I hissed the name out.
“Oh but I'm not. You have been wondering what has happened with her for a while now. Every time you bring it up with your dad, he pushes it off. You have come to the conclusion time and time again that it was him who did something to your mom. You have seen him make people disappear before, why couldn’t he with your mother too?”
“You’re saying he made my mom disappear?”
“Yes.” He stared straight into me, not letting me look away from him.
“How do you know…this?” I looked down at the floor, confused from this entire day.
“Just like how you knew. You watched your dad make someone “disappear” didn’t you?”
I flicked my head up at that, “wait, I didn’t…”
“You saw what your dad is.”
“I didn’t sa…”
“You know he is crueler than you wanted to even believe.”
“Stop…”
“You’ve seen him make your friends leave time and time again.”
“stop…”
“You’ve heard on the news about other candidates just dying off.”
“Stop!”
“You’ve seen important people die that were involved with your dad.”
I slammed my fist into Zayn’s face, the anger taking control, “I said to fucking stop! I want to hear no more from you!”
He grinned, “You defend the demon father?”
“Shut up!” I grabbed him and threw him against the wall.
“Do you want to know if he killed your mother?” he whispered happily to me.
“I swear to god if you do not stop…”
“You’ll kill me too? Like father like son?”
I clenched my teeth at that, “No, I…”
“Just like yours killed mine.”
I froze at that statement. He pried my hands off of him, and slid past me, “A life for a life, is my main game this time around. Your father for mine, you for my father, maybe even that sweet sweet Isabel.”
“She has nothing to do with this!”
“I do not care.” He laughed, disappearing amongst the crowd.
My heart started beating faster, my breathing more rigid, the world spinning heavily around me, “Harry!” the world came crashing down around me.
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Isabel’s POV:
I felt terrible running from Harry again, but something felt off about that other Harry, something didn’t add up, it was my choice in the end to choose the other Harry.
I ran down the hall like I have been doing the entire time since Harry started talking to me more. The tears sliding down my face. He’s really liked me for a long time?
“Bitch!” I went sprawling across the floor.
“Ouch.” I cupped my chin, tasting blood from my newly cut lip, “What was that for?”
I looked around for my perpetrator, “You know damn well what that was for. Everyone wants Harry and you openly reject him like that! A bitch deserves what a bitch deserves!”
There was a group of angry and drunken girls swarming around me, panicking, I looked for an escape to see none as they inched closer to me, nails out like talon animals, “For crying out loud, do I always have to save you!” I saw the other Harry push his way through, anger coursing through his beautiful green eyes.
“Harry.” I teared up, groping at the only life support I had.
“So you chose a different Harry?” one girl spat looking Harry up and down.
Harry placed his hands gently around my ears, blocking me from the words the group was saying, as he pushed me out of the room and out of the house. He finally dropped his hands from my head, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.
“I guess.” I stared at the ground.
“Well I should get going then.”
“Wait!” I clung to him, “Who are you?” I peered into his eyes; they seemed so familiar to me.
“I told you already.” He tried to shrug me off, but I wouldn’t let him get away that quickly.
“You remind me of Harry.” I whispered.
He looked down at me with sad eyes, “I’ll pretend to be that Harry if that is what you want?”
“I…” His face started getting blurry from the tears, “I hurt the real Harry.”
“But I’m real Harry too.” He grabbed my hand a bit forcefully and placed it on his chest, “Feel?”
I could feel his heart racing quickly, “I know you are real, but not my Harry.”
“But you hurt him, remember?”
“I know.” I slid my hand back.
“I can take that Harry’s place.” He said sweetly, dragging me into that warmth that Harry seemed to always give me. I placed my head gently against his chest, as I cried silently in this Harry’s arms. He slid his fingers softly through my hair, “I know why you wont answer your Harry the way you want to, so let me take his place, let me help you ease your pain.”
I frowned into his shirt. My life was already complicated, I had to reject Harry because of the girls, but because something didn’t feel right accepting his feelings right now, I had to figure out what this bad feeling was, what that masked man said, when it was figured out, maybe I could finally say what I want to him the right way, “Okay.” I whispered, closing my eyes to the world I didn’t want to be in, pretending I was in the one Harry’s arms I wanted to be in.
“Isabel?” I could hear the pain from behind me, knowing perfectly well what was being seen by those eyes.
I took in a deep breath, knowing I had to do this, pull the band aide off quickly, I pulled away from the other Harry, placing my hands gently on his face and kissing him, making sure MY Harry saw it.
I have to drive you away for now. Please forgive me Harry. Please feel the same when everything is taken care of.
I closed my heart off as I thought of the remaining month I had left to get things figured out and finish the stupid boyfriend list that I made.
I stood there silently under the blinding light of the stage, waiting for her reply, as the crowd waited silently too.
It was faint, but I could hear her, “Harry…” then she turned and ran out of the room.
The crowd broke out in whispering. I lowered my eyes, my hand clenching the mike, “I think you should go after her.” Niall walked up behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t think so, she gave me her answer.”
“I don’t think she really gave you one though.” He muttered.
I turned on him, “She rejected me got it? So just leave it already.” I dropped the mike and hopped off the stage, walking in the opposite direction of where Isabel ran off too.
“Harry, Harry, Harry. I seem to keep running into you when your heart keeps breaking.”
I didn’t bother turning to Zayn, “What do you want Malik?”
“What do I want?” I could feel him slinking closer to me, “I want a lot of things, but only one thing rises above the rest, and can you guess what that is?”
I sighed out, “I don’t want to play your games right now.”
“What if I told you I know where your mom is and why she was sent away?”
I stopped dead in my tracks, turning slowly to him; he twitched an eyebrow up, waiting for my reply, knowing I was falling for the bait, “What did you say?”
“I know where your mom is.”
I glared at him, “don’t play your stupid games with me Malik.” I hissed the name out.
“Oh but I'm not. You have been wondering what has happened with her for a while now. Every time you bring it up with your dad, he pushes it off. You have come to the conclusion time and time again that it was him who did something to your mom. You have seen him make people disappear before, why couldn’t he with your mother too?”
“You’re saying he made my mom disappear?”
“Yes.” He stared straight into me, not letting me look away from him.
“How do you know…this?” I looked down at the floor, confused from this entire day.
“Just like how you knew. You watched your dad make someone “disappear” didn’t you?”
I flicked my head up at that, “wait, I didn’t…”
“You saw what your dad is.”
“I didn’t sa…”
“You know he is crueler than you wanted to even believe.”
“Stop…”
“You’ve seen him make your friends leave time and time again.”
“stop…”
“You’ve heard on the news about other candidates just dying off.”
“Stop!”
“You’ve seen important people die that were involved with your dad.”
I slammed my fist into Zayn’s face, the anger taking control, “I said to fucking stop! I want to hear no more from you!”
He grinned, “You defend the demon father?”
“Shut up!” I grabbed him and threw him against the wall.
“Do you want to know if he killed your mother?” he whispered happily to me.
“I swear to god if you do not stop…”
“You’ll kill me too? Like father like son?”
I clenched my teeth at that, “No, I…”
“Just like yours killed mine.”
I froze at that statement. He pried my hands off of him, and slid past me, “A life for a life, is my main game this time around. Your father for mine, you for my father, maybe even that sweet sweet Isabel.”
“She has nothing to do with this!”
“I do not care.” He laughed, disappearing amongst the crowd.
My heart started beating faster, my breathing more rigid, the world spinning heavily around me, “Harry!” the world came crashing down around me.
----
Isabel’s POV:
I felt terrible running from Harry again, but something felt off about that other Harry, something didn’t add up, it was my choice in the end to choose the other Harry.
I ran down the hall like I have been doing the entire time since Harry started talking to me more. The tears sliding down my face. He’s really liked me for a long time?
“Bitch!” I went sprawling across the floor.
“Ouch.” I cupped my chin, tasting blood from my newly cut lip, “What was that for?”
I looked around for my perpetrator, “You know damn well what that was for. Everyone wants Harry and you openly reject him like that! A bitch deserves what a bitch deserves!”
There was a group of angry and drunken girls swarming around me, panicking, I looked for an escape to see none as they inched closer to me, nails out like talon animals, “For crying out loud, do I always have to save you!” I saw the other Harry push his way through, anger coursing through his beautiful green eyes.
“Harry.” I teared up, groping at the only life support I had.
“So you chose a different Harry?” one girl spat looking Harry up and down.
Harry placed his hands gently around my ears, blocking me from the words the group was saying, as he pushed me out of the room and out of the house. He finally dropped his hands from my head, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.
“I guess.” I stared at the ground.
“Well I should get going then.”
“Wait!” I clung to him, “Who are you?” I peered into his eyes; they seemed so familiar to me.
“I told you already.” He tried to shrug me off, but I wouldn’t let him get away that quickly.
“You remind me of Harry.” I whispered.
He looked down at me with sad eyes, “I’ll pretend to be that Harry if that is what you want?”
“I…” His face started getting blurry from the tears, “I hurt the real Harry.”
“But I’m real Harry too.” He grabbed my hand a bit forcefully and placed it on his chest, “Feel?”
I could feel his heart racing quickly, “I know you are real, but not my Harry.”
“But you hurt him, remember?”
“I know.” I slid my hand back.
“I can take that Harry’s place.” He said sweetly, dragging me into that warmth that Harry seemed to always give me. I placed my head gently against his chest, as I cried silently in this Harry’s arms. He slid his fingers softly through my hair, “I know why you wont answer your Harry the way you want to, so let me take his place, let me help you ease your pain.”
I frowned into his shirt. My life was already complicated, I had to reject Harry because of the girls, but because something didn’t feel right accepting his feelings right now, I had to figure out what this bad feeling was, what that masked man said, when it was figured out, maybe I could finally say what I want to him the right way, “Okay.” I whispered, closing my eyes to the world I didn’t want to be in, pretending I was in the one Harry’s arms I wanted to be in.
“Isabel?” I could hear the pain from behind me, knowing perfectly well what was being seen by those eyes.
I took in a deep breath, knowing I had to do this, pull the band aide off quickly, I pulled away from the other Harry, placing my hands gently on his face and kissing him, making sure MY Harry saw it.
I have to drive you away for now. Please forgive me Harry. Please feel the same when everything is taken care of.
I closed my heart off as I thought of the remaining month I had left to get things figured out and finish the stupid boyfriend list that I made.
I think that Marcel should admit to the whole school that its him as Harry but apologize to Isabel and Harry for ruining their relationship. I'm a bit confused though about this, because why would Marcel say he was Harry at all? Idk y I'm so confused...
4/15/14