Y/N's POV.

"I'm gonna fucking end them, I swear, what makes them think they an keep picking on him, damn bastards." Harry huffs angrily as we make way to his brothers school.

"Calm down, Harry, there's younger kids here." I tell him and he looks around, softening.

"I'm sorry, I just, I get so mad, he's such a sweet boy, why do they do this." He frowns and I kiss his cheek as we get closer to the office, I see Marcel on a chair outside of it, his glasses next to him and his head in his hands. "Marcel, are you okay?" Harry asks and kneels in front of him.

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine." He stutters between sniffles.

"Y/N, babe can you wait with him? I'll talk to the director." I nod and he caresses my hand before entering the office.

"I'm sorry, Marcel." I whisper, sitting next to him and rubbing his back. Harry and him are identical, they just dress differently.

"I d-don't need to hear t-that, everyone s-says they're sorry, I d-don't care anymore, Y/N." He looks away.

I place a hand on his neck, turning him around and hugging him, he cries on the crook of my neck.

"W-Why can't I be like H-Harry? Everyone l-loves him, and I'm just h-his pathetic brother."

"I love you Marcel, you're an amazing person, just as much as your brother, never think any less." I run a hand through his hair, Harry yelling in the background.

"R-Really? You d-do?" Marcel looks up from my neck and I nod. "T-Then why are you w-with Harry?" His question surprises me, until I get the catch.

"No, no, I love you as a friend, Marcel, as a brother, Harry's my boyfriend, I love him in another way." He backs away from me.

"So you're m-mocking me too?" He clenches his jaw.

"No Marcel, I just, never thought you would think differently of us." I laugh nervously.

"Can't you see, Y/N? You're supposed to be with me, not Harry! Harry gets everything, I at least should have you!" His stuttering is gone.

"Marcel, what are you talking about?" I stand up also.

"That I love you, not Harry, be my girlfriend, not his." He screeches and walks close to me, I back up against the wall.

"Marcel, stop. You don't know what you're saying, you're just mad." I try to push him away.

"No, I know what I want, Harry doesn't, he's an ignorant twat who-" I turn my head, not wanting to see his raging face.

"An ignorant twat? I'm your god damn brother, Marcel! I even came to make those fucking bullies stop and you try to go at it with my girl?" Harry suddenly booms, standing behind Marcel. His eyes flick to mine and momentarily soften. "What the actual hell?" He walks around the confused boy, taking my hand and pulling me behind him.

"H-Harry, I'm sorry, I d-didn't know what I was d-doing." Marcel says and looks down. Harry only rolls his eyes and turns to me.

"Are you okay?" He holds either side of my face, studying my eyes.

"Yeah? He just surprised me." I assure him.

"Okay, then." He kisses my forehead and places a hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go, Marcel." His voice is hard and I smile softly at Marcel to ease him. He looks away and nods, walking in front of us.

"Everybody wanna steal my girl." Harry chants in my ear and I slap his chest, laughing with him.