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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Harry's POV

I've messed everything up. Watching Darcy leave again broke my heart. I need her and I'll do anything to make her mine again.

Darcy's POV

After I kissed Harry for the last time I ran out of the room until I made it to the bathroom. I sat in a stall and cried for what felt like hours. I don't know how my life got so messed up. I was dating the most popular boy in school but I dumped him for Marcel. Then I found out that Marcel was actually Harry, the boy that I secretly had feelings for and was my best friend. I thought that life couldn't get any better. Having him with me meant the world. I don't know how everything just turned to shit. I just want everything to be normal again. I'm sick of feeling like a mess.

I was about to leave the stall when I heard someone come in so I climbed onto the toilet. I pressed my ear to the door and listened carefully.

"Ya she's oblivious. Yep. Okay, I'll make sure Darcy's still depressed until you make it out here. Okay bye baby."

I frowned when I finally realized it was Marley who was talking. Who was she speaking to? And what did they want from me?

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I ran my fingers through my tangly hair in front of my vanity. It's been a week since that day at school were I kissed Harry and overheard Marley's conversation. I've been doing a great job of avoiding the two. Harry been trying to talk to me but I can't look at him. It just hurts to much.

"Darcy can you come downstairs?" I heard my father say. I quickly got downstairs and walked into the living room to see women sitting on the couch.

"Hi." I fake smiled.

"Darcy, this is Dr. Patterson. She's a therapist. She's here to talk to you."

I was ushered to the couch across from her by my father before I could protest.

"Hello Darcy. Your father has explained to me that you've been unusual for around two weeks now. Ever since you randomly vanished. Could you tell me what happened?" She asked ready to write something down.

I stared at her in shock. "Well I'm not ready to talk. Specially to strangers."

"Darcy!" My father exclaimed.

"No it's alright Mr. Brandon. When she's ready to talk just call me." She shook his hand and left.

My dad finally turned to me and with a sigh he sat down beside me.

"Are you ever gonna tell me what happened Darcy?"

I looked down at my hands. "I'll tell you. It's just that it's embarrassing. I feel so dirty." Tears filled my eyes and I let them fall.

"You're not dirty honey."

I shook my head. "You will think that after I tell you."

Harry's POV

I want her back. That's all I can think about. But she won't even speak to me anymore. I've ruined everything.

I sat in math class staring at her. I want to be the one who comforts her but every time I try she just pushes me away.

"Darcy can you please answer the question?" Our teacher spoke.

She frowned. "Sorry sir, I don't know how."

He shook his head. "I'd like to talk to you after class Miss Brandon."

Class was quickly over and I was about to walk out but the teacher called me back.

"Harry, I was wondering if you could tutor Darcy because she's having a little trouble in math. With the finals fast approaching I won't have much time to help her on my own."

I looked down at Darcy but she quickly turned away.

"I don't know sir..." I trailed off.

He turned to Darcy. "Are you alright with Harry tutoring you?" He asked.

She reluctantly nodded her head. "It's fine. I'm okay with it."

"Okay it's settled. Everyday after school starting today. Go over the things we do in each lesson."

We nodded ours heads and left the room.

"Darcy, you know I don't have to tutor you. We can just pretend that I've been tutoring you. You don't have to com—"

She cut me off. "Harry it's fine. Just because we aren't dating doesn't mean we can't be civil. Remember I don't hate you."

I felt my heart break when she spoke.

"But—"

"Harry don't make this any harder."

She walked away from me probably out of my life emotionally, my heart in her hands.

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I sat in the library waiting patiently for Darcy. This place brings back a lot of memories. Ones that I'll never forget.

"Hey." I turned to see Darcy. She smiled at me before taking a seat.

"Okay I guess we can start." I spoke whilst flipping through the pages of my text book. We got down to work finding the parts that Darcy was having difficulties with. She soon was getting it and was understanding it.

"Wow. I had no idea how to do these." She giggled. I looked up at her and our eyes locked.

"I-It just takes some practice." I couldn't help but stare. She was perfect. I miss her so bad.

Suddenly the lights in the library turned off and the front door slammed shut.

"What the heck..." I mumbled. I walked over to the door and started to bang on it.

"Hello? Can someone open this door? We're locked in!"

There was no answer.

"Harry? What's going on?"

I turned to see Darcy. She looked scared.

"We're locked in the library. I don't think anyone's here anymore."

"What're we gonna do?" She asked.

I took a seat beside her and pulled her into my arms.

"We wait."

Darcy's POV

We've been sitting here for over an hour. In the dark. It's weird because we aren't speaking but I let Harry pull me onto his lap so he could hold me. I know I shouldn't get this close but how can I not? I still have strong feelings for him. At this rate I'll never get over him.

I could feel Harry's shallow breaths on my neck as we sat quietly. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist as he rocked me back and forth slowly.

"Harry?" I spoke.

He pulled away from me so he could look at my face. "Ya?"

"Remember when I took your glasses off that one time?" I asked.

He nodded his head. "What about it?"

"Why didn't you just tell me you were back? I thought about you everyday. I thought that I would never see you again."

Harry let a sigh out. "I guess I was scared. I was scared that when I got back you'd reject me again."

I sat up and stared at him. "I know we aren't together anymore but you know I would've been so happy to see."

I watched him frown and I sighed. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"I'm sorry. I should've said that."

"No you're right. Don't apologize. It was my fault. Please don't apologize."

I couldn't help but stare at him as he spoke. His lips moved and words came out but all I could do was focus on his lips. This soft pink lips that felt so right against mine. I knew it was wrong to think like that but I love Harry. I still do and everyday I think about him. He's my everything.

"H-Harry?" I stuttered.

I felt his grip on me tighten. With my shaking hands, I nervously placed them on both sides of his face. I could feel my heart racing in my head and I could feel Harry's pulse in his neck.

"Please Darcy, just give me a second chance. I'll protect you with my whole heart. I won't let Marley hurt you ever again. Just let me be yours again."

With tears falling down my cheeks I rested my forehead on his. "You don't know how hard I've been trying to not break in front of you Harry. I'm not ready to let you in but I'm not ready to let you go. Just make the pain go away, please."

I felt Harry wipe my tears away as he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and passionate, something I've been craving for so long.

"I'm sorry." His voice cracked. I nodded my head. "I know."

I wiped the remainder of my tears away and placed my head on Harry's shoulder. He snuggled up closer to me before whispering a song in my ear.

You tell me that you're sad and lost your way

You tell me that your tears are here to stay

But I know you're only hiding

And I just wanna see you

You tell me that you're hurt and you're in pain

And I can see your head is held in shame,

But I just wanna see you smile again

See you smile again

But don't burn out

Even if you scream and shout

It'll come back to you

And I'll be here for you

Oh I will carry you over fire and water for your love

And I will hold you closer

Hope your heart is strong enough

When the night is coming down on you

We will find a way through the dark

"Did you write that?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"The boys and I usually write songs together. We wrote it when you told me what happened. I didn't tell them though. I just told them I wanted to write you a song."

"It's beautiful Harry. Really. Could you sing the rest to me?"

Harry smiled. "Of course love."

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I must've fallen asleep in the middle of Harry singing his song because when I woke up I was still in his lap and he was humming lightly in my ear.

"Did you sleep well?" He spoke as he shifted uncomfortably beneath me. When I noticed I quickly got off of him.

"I'm sorry Harry, you were just so comfortable. I didn't know you were feeling uncomfortable."

He tried to protest but I shot him down.

"How long was I asleep anyways?" I rested my hands on his shoulders and started to massage his neck.

"Ugh m-maybe two hours." Harry sank deeper into the chair and I giggled.

"You should become a massage therapist." He mumbled.

I smiled. "Really? I didn't think I was that good with my hands."

Harry turned around and looked at me with a shocked expression on his face and suddenly burst into fits of laughter.

"What?" I asked.

"Y-you said you didn't t-think you were good with your hands!" He laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "Boys."

I stopped massaging his neck and took a seat on the table.

"So what do we do now?" Harry asked.

He walked over to me and stood in between my legs.

"I don't know. With the distance between us we could probably do only one thing," I smirked. Harry narrowed his eyes. "And what's that?"

Harry snaked his hands around my waist before I crashed our lips together.

I pulled away and wiggled out of Harry's grip. I laughed before skipping off.

"You're such a tease." Harry called after me.

I hid behind a shelf of books, giggling every now and then. I could see Harry's shadow coming closer so I walked further down the shelves. I leaned against the side of the shelf and took a deep breath.

"Gotcha!" Harry jumped from behind me. I screamed but he covered my lips with his.

"Harry, you scared that shit out of me!" I couldn't help but laugh. Harry smiled before gently pushing me against the shelf.

"You know, we haven't been alone for a while. Ever since you know..." He trailed off. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I know, what're you gonna do about it?" I smirked. Harry's eyes turned very dark and for a second I thought he was going to pouch on me.

"There they are!" We turned to see my father and Harry's mother with the principle. They were flashing their flash lights on us making us pull apart from each other.

"What is going on in here Harry?" His mother shrieked. Harry looked towards me then back at his mum. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers

"Darcy Maria Brandon, what do you have to say for yourself?" My father spoke. I could tell there was a hint of happiness in his voice.

"Well, Harry was tutoring me in math and we got locked in." I giggled.

I could feel Harry's hand tighten around mine. I looked towards him to see that he was smiling.

"Come on kids. You've been here long enough." Principle Mathews spoke.

We started to walk out of the library after we grabbed our things.

"Hm, Darcy Maria." Harry laughed.

I giggled and lightly punched his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in. I felt his lips connect to my forehead with a firm kiss.

"I love you." He mumbled in my hair.

"I love you too."

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