Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{Olivia's POV}

The next morning, after a night of driving around with Marcel, I was getting ready for school. I smiled as I slipped my engagement ring, his class ring, over my left ring finger. My parents still didn't know, it was Marcel and I's secret until the summer. Marcel had texted me and told me that he would pick me up for school that morning, so I woke up early to make sure I looked good. I pulled on my favorite outfit and finish up my routine.

By the time I was done, I heard the horn of a car and smiled, grabbing my backpack and running down the stairs. I yelled a goodbye to my parents and walked outside, being greeted by my fiancé, who was leaning against his car, smiling at me.


"Hello, future Mrs. Styles," He smiled as I approached.

"Hi," I smiled, kissing him. His hands laid on my hips while mine sat on the middle of his torso. We parted after a small bit and Marcel smiled, taking my left hand and examining it.

"I love the way the ring looks with your tan skin, baby," Marcel smiled.

"I just can't believe we're engaged!" I exclaimed.

Marcel chuckled, "well believe it." he turned around and opened the passenger side door. I thanked him and climbed in. He closed the door, jogged over to his side and climbed in. He flicked on the radio, and The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars filled the car. My stomach knotted a bit, remembering the day in the music room with Luke. I had tried to forget about Luke, but I couldn't. Him coming for me scared me so much. Everyone said he went berserk when I dumped him and it got worse when he found out Marcel and I were together. Just wait until the engagement gets around.

"You thinking about something, love?" Marcel asked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up.

"I'm fine," I chuckled, playing with the ring a bit.

"You sure?" He asked, taking my hand in his and squeezing it, comforting me.

I smiled, "I'm sure,"

"You're not thinking about Luke, are you?" Marcel sighed with a smirk.

I paused before answering, "have you heard what everyone is saying?"

"Yes, my phone was blowing up last night, that's why I turned it off," Marcel laughed.

"What if he finds out we're engaged?" I asked, "he'll kill us."

"Correction," Marcel said, "he'd kill me, he'd never touch you."

"Don't say that," I sighed, tightly gripping Marcel's hand.

"It's the truth, I told you that yesterday," Marcel pointed out as he steered the car into a parking spot at the school.

He parked the car, and we climbed out. Marcel walked around to my side of the car, taking my hand, lacing our fingers. We started toward the school, saying hey to everyone who greeted us. When we were inside, Zayn motioned for us to walk over.

Marcel pulled me along, "Hey, man." Zayn and Marcel did a little bro hug thing.

"Hello, Olivia." Zayn greeted me, pecking my cheek. He was sort of a gentleman.

"Hey, Zayn." I laughed.

"So you ready?" Zayn asked Marcel.

"For?" Marcel asked.

"Beauman." Louis said, walking over.

"He doesn't scare me," Marcel said, "he just better not touch my fiancé."

"Your what?" Zayn asked.

Marcel held up my left hand, which was laced in his, showing him the ring. "I asked last night."

"Well, congrats!" Zayn smiled.

"That's great," Louis smiled, "just as long as Luke doesn't hear,"

"Luke doesn't hear about what?" We heard behind us. I nuzzled against Marcel, turning around and saw Luke. He had a glare on his brow and was biting down on his lip.

"Beauman.." Marcel said, stepping in front of me.

"Hello, Marcel," Luke smiled, "miss me?"

"You got suspended, why are you here?" Zayn called from behind me.

"I heard that Olivia and Marcel got together!" Luke exclaimed, "I wanted to wish the happy couple good luck!"

"Good luck with what?" Louis asked.

"With me!" Luke laughed. It was a very creepy, something out of the horror movies kind of laugh. It disturbed me so much.

"And just what does that mean?" Marcel asked, stepping forward. I hooked onto his arm.

Luke stepped up, too, closing the space between he and Marcel to about two feet. "Do you think you can steal my girl away and get away with it?"

"Get over it, Luke," Marcel exclaimed, "she broke up with you, and she's engaged to me now."

"Engaged?" Luke smirked, "well that just makes it better!" he arm shot out and he leaned forward, slamming Marcel into the lockers. Marcel's head slammed against them and he hissed, falling to the ground. Everyone in the hallway were now watching as Luke stepped up to me. I was looking at Marcel, feeling my stomach begin to knot again, like it had the morning.

Luke hooped his finger and laid it under my chin, pushing my head so I could look at him. "You may have left me, but I will never leave you alone,"

"You're a creep," I exclaimed, pushing him away.

"Get ready for the rest of your life, baby cakes." And that was the last thing he said before walking away.

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