once upon a marcel

I've known Marcel all my life. 19 years to be exact. He was never popular, but I didn't care. He was my best friend. We finish secondary school and planned on going to college together. That was before he changed . Not just a tiny bit. My best friend went from total geek to total hottie. My best friend Marcel Edward Styles was now Harry Edward Styles and boy did he the world by storm.


4. marcel, i mean harry

Harrys P.O.V


'We love Marcel. Marcel is amazing. I'm a Marcel girl' I stared at all the signs. All the tweets. Everything Marcel. All lies. These girls didn't really love Marcel. They didn't think he was amaing. They aren't Marcel girls. They are in love with Harry. Nobody really loves marcel. Maybe my family and one other person. That's all. Only the people that really know Marcel. Not the Marcel I play in Best Song Ever. The real Marcel. The Marcel I used to be. The Marcel that still lives deep inside of me. Hidden and waiting for his day to shine again. Not even the Boys know about Marcel. Nobody does. Well Simon, my family and one other person. White Eskimo is a lie. A publicity stunt created by Simon to make it seem like Harry styles has walked this Earth forever.

"perrie and her sister Jamie are coming over" Zayn said. I hadn't met Perries sister yet. Her name was Jamie Edwards and that brought back enough memories

"Okay" I replied, clearly I was the only one listening. The doorbell rang. As usual Zayn forgot to tell us until the last minute. I saw the door open and 2 blonde girls came in. Although Perrie was gorgeous, her sister was even more stunning. The most gorgeous blonde hair I have ever seen fell gracefully past her shoulders and reached halfway down her back. Her eyes shone under the light and they reminded me of the bluest ocean.

"Jamie?" I asked and she nodded

"Marcel, I mean Harry" she replied before running out the house

"Why did she call you Marcel?" Louis asked.

"I'll um, explain later" I said before rushing out the door after Jamie.


Jamies P.O.V


"Jamie?" he asked and I nodded

"Marcel, I mean Harry" I replied. All the boys stared at Harry. What had I just done. I couldn't think of anything else to do. This couldn't be more awkward if anybody tried. I ran out the house and to the park on the corner. I sat on the swing and let myself move up and down. I heard the gate creek open and I looked up to see him standing there

"Jamie" he said

"Harry, Marcel, what do I call you?" I asked and a small smile escaped his lips

"Anything you want, I'm still me" He replied. That's the thing though. He might not see it but Harry and Marcel might aswell be 2 totally different people.

"Well Marcel, long time no see" I replied

"Nobodies properly called me that in years. I cant believe I was so stupid not making the connection. I knew you had a sister called Perrie and I knew Perries sister was called Jamie. Why did I never know it was you before?"
"What happened to you Marcel" I asked and he looked a little shocked at the question.

"What do you mean?" He asked, a little confused

"What happed to my best friend. The shy, amazingly clever boy who wore stupid clothes, but didn't care because he thought it was better to be yourself than be somebody you didn't recognise."

"Jamie, I'm still that guy" He replied

"But you're not. You're not Marcel any more. You're Harry. You're superfit and I don't feel like I know you anymore." He looked more hurt than shocked at this comment. I guess he knows underneath it's true

"I can be Marcel though. I can be him again" He almost pleaded

"And prove what? That you can go back to who you were. You created Harry to ge away from the bullying and give yourself a better life. Surely you don't want to give it all up to prove something to me" I said his

"But Jamie, Marcel was your friend. Not Harry"

"Harry you're my best friend whether you're Marcel or Harry." I said and a small smile escaped his lips.

"Do you really mean that?" he asked and I nodded

"I never stopped being you're friend. You just stopped being you for a while" He loked at me and before I knew It I was being engulfed in a hug. He might look like Harry but he still had the kind heart and lovingness of Marcel.

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