Behind The Gel(Marcel FanFic)

Day after day Marcel was bullied. His reputation was strong set, the nerdy boy with the gelled hair. Although, he had a goal. And that was to prove all his bullies wrong. Alongside his best friend, Emma, he was going to show Holmes Chapel High School that there was more to him then just brains and hair gel. Those "popular" jerks were going to regret overlooking him because of his appearance on the outside. Marcel had a secret. A secret that would change his life, and reputation, forever.

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3. Chapter 3!

A/N: I'm pretty mad because i spent an hour typing like a perfect chapter and my internet crashed right when i was about to save it! >:l So if this isn't good, sorry! 

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"Aaaaannnnnn....VOILA!" Emma exclaimed in her best french accent as she finished Harry's makeover. "I hope you like it!"

Harry gasped as he took in his new appearance. He looked way different. Emma had rinsed the loads of gel out of his hair, allowing his hair to dry naturally. A messy mop of curls now sat upon his head, although, he made it look good. In fact, it was a look girls could swoon over. The huge, bulgy, glasses that once hogged his face were now replaced with contacts, showing off his emerald green eyes. Additionally, his usual button up shirt, sweater vest, and khaki pants were replaced by a nicely fitted white shirt and black jeans. Even his shoes were changed, as he now wore regular black boots instead of dress shoes. Harry's appearance definitely wasn't a look your common nerd would withhold. 

"Gosh Em, I look hot!" Harry chuckled.

"So, you like?" Emma asked hopefully.

"No Emma..." Harry paused as his best friend's face dropped. "I LOVE IT!" He exclaimed and they both let out massive laughs.

"Good!" Emma exclaimed. "Wow the girls at school certainly are going to regret bullying you now!" 

"What?" Harry asked, causing the room to fall dead silent. Emma didn't mean to say the last part of her sentence out loud. 

"Uhhh...nothing?" A blush soon crept upon her cheeks. 

"Oh come on Em! You think i'm sexy don't you!" Harry exclaimed, trying to hold back his laugh.

"Oh you wish, Harold." She stubbornly stuck out her tongue. 

"Come on Em, admit it! I'm a sexy beast!" 

"Nope!" Emma shouted, biting her lip. Little did she know, that was a major turn on for Harry. Considering his new-found confidence, Harry wasn't afraid to be more out-going. 

"Fine, i guess i'll have to force you to admit it!" Harry exclaimed scooting closer to Emma. 

"You wouldn't."

"Oh but i would!" Harry exclaimed. They both knew Emma's weakness. She was ticklish.

"NEVER!" She screamed ducking under Harry and dashing out of the bathroom. In desire need of a hiding spot, she jumped under the computer desk in her living room and closed her eyes in hope he wouldn't spot her. Moments passed until Harry's loud boots clanked against the floor near Emma's hiding spot.

"GOTCHA!" Harry screamed, pulling Emma out and carrying her towards the couch. Once he plopped on top of her body he began tickling her chaotically. 

"Ha..ar..rry...pppp...lleeease!" Emma laughed.

"Say Harry's a sexy beast! Come on say it!" 

"Okay! OKAY! FINE!" Emma shouted, causing him to stop. "Harry's a sexy beast." She mumbled.

"What was that? Did you say Harry should tickle Emma?"

"NO! I said HARRY'S A SEXY BEAST!PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME!" 

"Okay." Harry said flatly getting off her.

"Jerk." Emma pouted sitting up on the couch.

"You know you love me!" Harry exclaimed sitting up also.

"Harry?"

"Yeah Em?"

"I have a question...It may be weird...But uhh.." Emma began.

"Emma! No questions are weird around me! You should know by now you can ask me anything, i won't judge you and I'd do anything for you!" Harry said in all seriousness. Emma blushed at his kind words.

"Okay, well why do you speak so differently in school and out of school?" Emma wondered. "I mean in school it's quick and high pitched, and at home it's deep and slow.."

"Oh...I don't really know. I guess it's because at school i'm nervous and rush my sentences so no one will judge me or beat me up....Outside of school i'm more relaxed and less intimidated..." Harry shrugged.

"Oh well you should be more relaxed at school, fight your bullies back. I mean obviously you're strong, you just picked me up and carried me to the couch like i was a feather! And plus this voice suits you more!"

"Ya ya whatever." Harry mumbled. They both sat there in a comfortable silence for several minutes, thinking. 

"I'm going to miss you if i make it through Emma.." Harry sighed.

"I'm going to miss you too Harry, a lot. And i know you'll make it through." 

Yet again they sat there in silence, until Harry sighed deeply.

"Whats wrong Hazz?" 

"Oh nothing...I just have a lot on my mind.." He shrugged.

"Come on Hazz you can tell me anything. What's on your mind?"

"Well...There's this girl and I've never had the confidence to tell her how I feel...But now i feel that I might be good enough, and I, I just don't know how to tell her because I don't want her view on me to change.." He mumbled. As his words registered into Emma's mind her heart shattered into about a million pieces, knowing her crush since childhood liked someone else.

"Oh, uh, any girl would be lucky to have you theirs Harry. And Harry, please stop thinking like that. You've ALWAYS been good enough. Always." Emma trailed off in a whisper, trying to contain her tears. "Uh, I think you should go...I'm not feeling to swell...." Emma said as her voice cracked.

"What? No. I'm staying. Let me help y.."

"No. Harry. Please. Just go.." Emma let a tear roll down as she ran towards her room. Confused, Harry ran after, only to discover her crying on her bed.

"Em? Please tell me what's wrong..." Harry's heart broke seeing her cry.

"No. Go run to your little crush. With your new appearance and all any girl would take you." 

"What? Emma.."

"No Harry. Just leave. You won't want to be seen with me now that you look cool. I'm plain old Emma. Once you become famous and all popular you'll just forget about me. You already are..." Emma sobbed. Realization setting in, Harry responded in the simplest way. He gently grabbed her face and planted a passionate kiss on her lips, praying that she kissed back.

 

 

 

 

 

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