Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{Olivia's POV }



Luke had every single class with me including the two that Marcel didn't. We chilled entire day and became extremely close. During study hall, we met up in the music room and just busted out a bunch of songs, laughing and having a great time. Luke took away the sad feelings that Marcel created. It was sad that he already had ditched me for Stephanie and popularity, and only after two days.

"You okay, Livi?" Luke asked me.

I looked up, "Was I zoning out?"

"Yes, yes you were." Luke laughed as he took the guitar off my lap, sitting in front of me, his legs folded. "Spill."

"What do you think, Lu?" I sighed, laying down on the floor.

"Marcel?" Luke sighed, laying next to me.

"I was friends with Marcel when no one wanted to be. I fell for him as the nerd. I helped him change his image. I was the one left behind." I said, glaring toward the ceiling.

"He's not worth your sadness, Livi." Luke groaned as he stood up, "you're wonderful."

I smiled up at him, "thanks, Lulu."

"Ahhh, and there's the nickname." Luke shook his head and I burst out laughing. He smiled down at me, offering me his hand. I took it and stood to my feet. I was taken off guard when Luke pulled into him more, our bodies completely smashed together.

"Um, Luke?" I raised an eyebrow.

Luke laughed, "dance with me?"

"I don't slow dance." I shook my head, stepping back.

Luke smirked, "that's cool." he leaned over and flicked on the stereo. I Love It by Icona Pop blared through the room. I burst out laughing Luke began swaying his hips to the beat.

"You know you wanna!" he screamed. I paused a second then began singing the lyrics, which Luke joined me on and we jumped around the room, dancing and laughing. I honestly have never had so much fun in my entire life.




Luke gave me a hug and gave me my phone. We had exchanged numbers. I hugged back and slipped his in his pocket.

"You text me as soon as you get home, okay?" Luke smiled, pulling away from the hug and holding me by the hips.

"Yes, mother." I smirked. He smirked and kissed my cheek, walking away. I smiled and watched him go.

"Olivia?" someone said behind me. I turned and was shocked, to see Marcel.

"Oh, hey, Marcel." I said. I was too happy to be mad at that moment, so I gave him an honest smile.

"I see you made friends with Luke." Marcel scrunched up his nose when he said Luke's name.

I giggled, "yeah, he's amazing." I walked past Marcel, beginning home.

"I know what you're doing." Marcel yelled after me.

I turned around, looking at him, "what am I doing, Marcel?"

He walked down to me, "you're jealous of me, so you're trying to befriend someone no one really knows to make yourself seem somehow cooler."

I was taken back. Was this really Marcel talking? "What?!" was I all managed to get out.

"You're jealous of me." Marcel said and sounded sickeningly proud of it.

"What would I be jealous of?" I shot at him.

"My new popularity!" Marcel rolled his eyes as though it was point blank and obvious.

"You changed your style and a few girls think you're hot," I said, "what kind of popularity is that?"

"At least I have friends!" Marcel shot at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I yelled. I could not believe this same guy was my best friend 2 days ago. This is what popularity does to you, it makes you go nuts.

"I mean you're a loner, Olivia." Marcel growled, "without me, you're nothing."

I felt myself tear up at that. I couldn't believe the guy that I called my best friend, that I let myself fall for, was saying this to me. I looked up at him, "No, Marcel, without me, you would be nothing. I helped you become.. this and it's made you into a monster." Marcel stayed silent, just stared at me.

"Olivia.." he started but I stopped him.

"I-I-I hate you!" I screamed and took off running, letting the tears roll down my face.

{Olivia's POV}

I ran all the way to my house, opening and slamming the door shut. I walked up to my room, falling on my bed and just sobbing. Marcel had totally changed and it was so fast, too. I couldn't believe him. To think I let myself fall for him was pathetic and made me cry even more. The tears that slid down my face dragged my eyeliner with them, making me look like a mess. I held my face in my hands, trying to calm myself down. That's when my phone went off. I grabbed it, accepting the call.

"H-hello?" I sniffed.

"Livi, what's wrong?" Luke's voice asked, his tone concerned.

"Mar-Marcel.." I said, letting the tears continue to fall.

"Livi, sweetie, what is your address?" Luke asked with a sigh.

"Why?" I sniffled, wiping my eyes.

"Because I'm coming over!" Luke exclaimed. I sighed and gave him the address. He thanked me and hung up. I hugged my knees against my chest, sitting in front of my bed. This was so crazy. Literally 2 days. That's it. I was already being ditched. At least I had Luke. He was sweet, cute, funny.. wait what? I chuckled at the slight thought I may have a crush on Luke when the door bell rang.

I walked down, opening the door. Luke stood there, giving me a small smile. In his hand was a single, blood red rose and a carton of chocolate ice cream. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands slipping to my back. We pulled away and I invited him inside.

"So, he thinks you're literally jealous of him?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow.

I took another bite of ice cream and let it slide down my throat, nodding. "Yeah, he told me I was jealous his popularity and friends."

Luke chuckled and twirled his spoon, "he's ridiculous."

"I just don't know what I did wrong." I whispered. More tears sprung up in my eyes and I felt Luke now kneeling in front of me. He sat his bowel next to us, then did the same with mine. His soft thumb slid up my cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped.

"Olivia," he whispered, "you did nothing wrong.."

"Then why does he hate me?" I cried.

Luke looked me dead in the eyes, "because he knows he's missing out on a spectacular girl and he feels like a freaking fool for letting you go."

I looked up and smiled weakly, "thank you so much, Luke."

Luke nodded and smiled as he brushed away the tears. We sat in a silence, just staring at each other. I had no idea that Luke was this sweet. I knew he was an extremely sweet guy, but that just made me feel so much better. I gave him a shy smile and blushed as he flashed the that award winning smile.

Luke's face fell serious then, "Olivia?"

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"Can I make you feel better?" Luke asked, inching closer to me.

I nodded, "yeah, but how?"

Luke looked down a bit, then back at me, "can I kiss you?"

My eyes grew probably 10 times in size, but I knew I couldn't refuse. I was stunned, though, so all I could do was nod. Slowly, Luke leaned forward and our lips connected. His lips were soft and smooth and tasted like Ben and Jerry's, which was had just shared. His eyes immediately closed. I slowly felt myself falling under the trance and closed my own eyes, kissing back slowly. It was a magical kiss that made me feel so much better. Luke made me feel.. wonderful.

When we parted, Luke's hands were still wrapped around my cheeks and he smiled. "Be mine?" he asked, "I'll make you feel so much better than that Marcel guy ever could."

I was shocked. I liked Luke, don't get me wrong. But even at the mention of Marcel's name I got butterflies. No matter how much he hurt me, I knew I'd love Marcel. But, right now, Marcel and Stephaine hated me. I knew he hated me and I needed to just get over that.

"Yes."

Notes

• What will Harry think?
• Who do you ship Oarry or Livia? (Sorry those are really bad ship names)