The Makeover

Darcy's your typical popular girl. She's part of the drama club and she's the most known girl in school. She likes to party and have a good time with her friends. Marcel on the other hand your typical geek. He's part of the science and math club and he's the most bullied kid in school. He likes to stay at home where no one can hurt him.

What happens when Darcy gets paired up with Marcel on a school project and later gets dared to give him a makeover? Will Marcel break from his shell or will he never change?

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Marcel's POV 

We kissed. I can't believe I kissed Darcy again. This can't be happening again. 

"Marcel, you don't mean that, do you?" Darcy asked looking directly at me. 

"I do. I can't do this Darc."

"But Marcel-" I shook my head cutting her off. 

"I think I should go." I spoke quietly. 

I nervously scratched the back of my neck trying my best not to look at her. She was giving me this look like it was all my fault. Like I was the one hurting her when it really was the other way around.

"Okay, thanks for all your help. I really was freaking out." 

"It was no problem."

We finally got out of her basement and we walked quietly to her front door. 

"I'm really sorry about that kiss. Really, I didn't know it would make you feel like that." 

I nodded my head, my lips in a thin line. 

Darcy dropped her head in shame. I remember she would do that a lot whenever she felt guilty or at fault of something. I know it wasn't her fault. I was the one who kissed her. I was the one who thought that it would be a brilliant idea when she still had a boyfriend who was the jock and bully of the school. But I couldn't resist her. She was truly perfect. 

"Darcy," I started. "I don't want you to feel guilty about this, alright?" I rested my hand on her shoulder making her eyes fall on me. 

"But I can't help it." She whispered. 

"I just want us to be friends again. Nothing more then that."

She gave me a small smile before jumping into my arms. "I can do that."

"Alright. Well I'll see you later."

"Okay, bye Marcel."

Darcy's POV 

I watched Marcel leave my house through the darkness. I know getting him to like me was part of the bet, but at the same time I wanted him to like me and I was seriously liking him too. 

There was something about him. He was a genuinely nice guy. He treated me with respect like every girl should get. Even after I was wearing such a slutty outfit, he gave me full attention and not my body. 

I closed the door but right after the doorbell rang. 

"Time to have fun?" Jackson smiled wide. Without letting me say a word, Jackson threw me over his shoulder and kicked the door with his foot behind us. 

"What're you doing?" I shrieked. "Put me down now Jackson."

I was kicking and hitting my hands on his back but nothing was working. When Jackson started running up the stairs my face kept hitting his ass. 

"Ew please put me down. I keep hitting your ass with my face." I heard a hysterical laugh come from Jackson and a slap to my ass. 

"I'll put you down when we get to your room."

I let out a sigh and waited impatiently as Jackson got to my room. He finally got there and put me down on my bed. 

"You didn't have to throw me over your shoulder you know. I can walk perfectly fine." I pushed past him and stood in front of my mirror trying to fix my messy hair. 

"I know but it's funner." 

I rolled my eyes. "How many times have I told you that 'funner' isn't a word?" I looked at Jackson through the mirror to see him sitting on my bed. 

"What happened between you and that nerd?"

I turned and looked at him. "His name is Marcel and nothing really. We hung out and that was all." I leaned against my vanity acting casual but on the inside I was freaking out. If Jackson finds out that  Marcel kissed me he'll make his life a living hell. 

"Right." He looked down at the ground his arms crossed over his chest.

"Remember, I'm doing this for us. Once I give him a makeover we can be together again."

Jackson nodded his head before getting off my bed and walking towards me. 

"I know. I just don't like it that you're so close with him." He stood in front of me his fingers lacing between mine. 

"But I'll be on my best behavior until this is all over." 

I nodded my head and gave his hand a little squeeze. "You have nothing to worry about," I leaned up and gave his lips a light kiss. "I'm all yours."

Marcel's POV 

I stood in front of my washrooms mirror examining my face. I pulled my glasses off and brushed out my hair. I wanted to look like this everyday, to show Darcy the real me. 

I hated being Marcel. It hid who I really was. I wanted to be Harry again but I was scared. 

"Maybe I should just stick with Marcel." I whispered to myself. 

I left my glasses on my sink and walked out of my room. 

"Harry! You have some visitors!" My mum called from downstairs. I furrowed my eyebrows as I walked downstairs. I don't remember inviting anyone over. 

I walked into the living room to be engulfed with four heavy bodies. They were all on top of me and I seriously couldn't breathe. 

"Harry! I haven't seen you in ages." A familiar British voice screamed into my right ear. 

"Boys, let him breathe for a second." I heard my mum say. 

All the bodies scrambled off of me leaving me laying on the ground. I finally got off the ground mumbling under my breath and dusting myself off when I felt someone grab my shoulders. 

"Harry, hello did you forget we were here?" 

My eyes widened at the sight. It couldn't be. 

"Zayn?" I spoke, shocked. He nodded his head with a smile on his face. He gave me a tight hug before pushing me into the direction of someone else. 

"Niall? Liam?" I gave both of them hugs before looking around for the last face. 

"Where's Louis?" I asked the boys. 

"I'm right here!" I turned around to see my best friend Louis with his arms wide open. I ran into them and gave him a hug. 

"I can't believe you're here." We all took a seat on the couches after our little hug fest. 

"Us either. But your mom told us how lonely you've been lately, so we caught the next plane."

I felt Louis drape an arm around my should to comfort me. 

"Ya it has been a little lonesome."

The boys nodded their heads. "So, how's everything been? Last time we saw you, you were in love and ready to get that girl." Niall's chirpy voice broke out. 

"Ya well that never happened." I never told my friends about what happened between Darcy and I. I can't believe it happened at all. 

"What do you mean?" Zayn asked, clearly confused. 

"I guess I should start from the beginning." I let out a breath before starting my story. 

"Darcy and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, well at least before Jackson moved to our school. She would total ignore me when he was around. They started to become best friends I was left behind."

"When I finally moved to London, I tried my best to forget about her and you guys were the best friends anyone could ever have. When my mom told me we were moving back, I couldn't wait to see Darcy, and yes, back then I felt like I was in love with her."

"I finally got back home and the next day I went over to her place. I was so excited to see her after so long but I guess I got my hopes up."

"What do you mean?" Liam replied. 

"I saw her making out with Jackson."

The boys all looked sorry and disappointed for me. 

"So you haven't talked to her since?"

"Of course I've talked to her..." I looked down at my hands trailing off my sentence. 

"Harry, what aren't you telling us?"

I let out a sigh. "Remember that nerd I was for halloween?"

"Ya I we were all weird things but what does that have to do with this?" Zayn asked. 

"Because, I could being that nerd. It wasn't easy fitting in at school and everyone just pushed me way. Well except the science and math clubs."

"But Harry, you were so popular back in London. You were the star football player and the lead singer/actor for the musicals. Why aren't you doing those things now?" Liam protested. 

"Guys it's not the same." I shook my head. "Everyone hates me."

From the corner of my eye I could see Louis shaking his head. 

"I guess we'll have to change that."

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