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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Darcy's POV

 

"I'm very delighted with you Darcy! You've lost the weight!" My dance instructor smiled. She gave me a hug which felt like it was crushing my bones but I couldn't be any happier.

 

"You can perform in the recital next week. See you all next class."

 

I got to the change rooms feeling exhausted. I took a seat on the bench and took a deep breath. My mind was everywhere.

 

I changed into some maroon tights and an oversize sweater. I slipped on my white converse and grabbed my bag.

 

I headed to my locker and started to open the lock. Just staring at the numbers made a rush of dizziness run through my body. I bit my lip as I leaned against my locker waiting for the feeling to pass.

 

 

Once I felt like I was alright, I shoved all my things in. Slamming my locker shut, I turned around catching something with my eye. I looked across the hallway and saw two people. A boy and a girl.

 

The boy was leaned against a row of lockers, his hands deep into his jean pockets. The girl stood before him, between his legs, her hands wrapped around his waist.

 

I looked up to the boys face and saw a familiar mop of curls. That same lopsided smile. The boy I once believed would only kiss me so passionately.

 

Harry stood with Marley. They looked like they were talking about something private but the stood right in the open. I could feel that same dizziness fill me again, almost knocking me to my feet. I felt someone grab onto my waist holding me before I could hit the ground.

 

"Darcy, are you alright?" I gazed through my glossy eyes and met Zayn's brown ones.

 

I tried standing up on my own but I felt too weak.

 

"I—I'm fine Zayn." I took in a shaky breath before regaining my balance. I only held his hand just in case. My eyes fell back to Harry and Marley to see that she had her hands wrapped around his neck.

 

"Come on. You shouldn't be looking at that. He's an idiot." Zayn started dragging me away. I didn't want to go but just standing there was breaking my heart.

 

"Zayn I can't believe this is happening. I—I thought Harry loved me." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

 

"Darcy, if Harry can't see that he's hurting you then he's the one missing out. Not you. Don't worry." Zayn spoke. He wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders and gave it a light squeeze.

 

"Thanks Zayn."

 

Harry's POV

 

"I don't think it's working." I looked up to see Darcy and Zayn leaving. She looked heartbroken. All I wanted to do was make her jealous. I didn't want to hurt her any more.

 

Marley's hands were still wrapped around my neck. She rolled her eyes and shrugged.

 

"That's her problem."

 

I glared down at her before pushing her off.

 

"I'm done with you. You've ruined everything. I can't believe I've let this happen. Don't come near me or Darcy unless it's for the play."

 

"But Harry—" I cut her.

 

"Just leave me alone."

 

I walked away with my head hanging low. I just wanted to see Darcy but she probably hates my guts. I would too if she was all over Zayn. But she wouldn't because he's one of my best friends.

 

I walked into the cafeteria and saw the boys sitting at our usual table. Darcy sat next to Zayn and Liam. And across from her were Niall and Louis.

 

I decided not to sit with them already feeling the awkward tension. I found an empty table and sat alone.

 

It was like déjà vu. I'm sitting by myself like I used to when I was Marcel. No one liked me and now everyone hates me. My own friends won't even talk to me especially Zayn because of what I did. He wont look at me when I walk by him. And at home it's even worse.

 

I pulled a notebook out of my backpack and started to write things down. I noticed that someone sat in front of me but I didn't look up.

 

"Harry, you've really messed up." Louis's voice broke out. I nodded my head.

 

"I'm such an idiot," I looked up at him. "Does she hate me Louis? Tell me she doesn't hate me."

 

Louis let a sigh out. "It's hard to tell. She looks really sad but she never mentioned that she hates you. I don't think she could ever hate you Harry, after everything you two have been through."

 

I ran my fingers through my hair. "She'll never take me back."

 

Louis shrugged his shoulders before getting up, "Show her that you care Harry. Make her trust you again and maybe then she'll take you back. And here's some advice, do it before someone else does."

 

I watched Louis walk back to the table. I was about to go back to what I was previously doing but I noticed Darcy staring at me over her shoulder. Louis must be telling her something.

 

I looked back down at my note book and saw a few tear marks over the words 'half a heart'. I quickly wiped away my tears before gathering my stuff and running out.

 

Darcy's POV

 

I watched as Harry quickly wiped at his face before grabbing his stuff and running out of the cafeteria. His eyes looked bloodshot and I already knew he was crying. Harry never cries.

 

"Guys, maybe I should talk to him." I turned back to the boys. Zayn rested his hand over mine.

 

"If you're going to talk to him, be careful please."

 

I nodded my head. "I'll just come over later."

 

The bell soon rang and everyone started getting up. I headed to my third block class assuming Harry was already there but he wasn't. And he never showed up.

 

*After school*

 

I met the boys outside beside my car.

 

"He never showed up to class." I mumbled as I opened my car. They got in since I was go to Harry's place so I gave them a ride.

 

Zayn sat beside me and spoke. "Maybe he didn't feel well and went home."

 

I let out a sigh. "I hope so."

 

We got to Harry's house and Louis unlocked the door.

 

"Harry? Are you home?" He called.

 

It was really quite. He could be upstairs.

 

"I'll just go check up in his room." I made it up the stairs and slowly walked to his his room. My heart was racing. When I walked through those doors I'd either break up or make up with him. Either way, both will hurt.

 

As I got closer, I could here his voice. It sounded softer like he was singing. The door was open a crack so I decided to just listen for a bit.

 

"...'Cause I'm missing half of me

And being here without you is like I'm waking up to

Only half a blue sky

Kinda there but not quite

I'm walking around with just one shoe

I'm half a heart without you."

 

I could feel tears falling down my cheeks. Was that song about us? I tried listening further but he stopped. His voice cracked and then I heard him start to sob.

 

My heart started to ache. Even though I'm really mad at him I can't bear to hear or see him cry.

 

With a gentle hand, I pushed the door open. Harry didn't notice me because his head was in his hands. I walked further into his room before standing in front of him.

 

"Harry.." I dropped down and placed my hands on his knees.

 

He pulled his hands away from his face and stared down on me.

 

"Darcy, what're you doing here?" He mumbled whilst wiping tears away.

 

"I came to talk to you." I wanted to reach forward and wipe his tears way but I held back.

 

"But I don't deserve this. You should still be mad at me."

 

I looked away trying to think of an excuse but nothing came. I just wanted to see him.

 

"Maybe you don't deserve it but I do. Just tell what I did wrong. Why you would go to Marley of all people? Why would you kiss her like you kiss me?"

 

Tears fell faster then I assumed. I wiped them away and stared into his green eyes.

 

"I didn't go to her. And I might've kissed her out of anger after seeing your scene with Zayn. I was jealous and confused but Darcy you have to know that I don't have any feelings for Marley. She isn't like you and you're all I want. I know that's not good enough but I had to tell you."

 

You're all I want. What that true? I wanted it to be so bad. Cause he's the only one I want too.

 

I got off the ground and pulled Harry up with me. With a sigh I pulled him in and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest.

 

"Darcy, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." He head lay on top of mine as he spoke. I pulled back so I could get a good look at his face. Those same curls. Those same green orbs. That same smile. This was my Harry. The one that I fell for. My best friend. Even though he's made mistakes he's still the love of my life. I can't just ignore that.

 

"I want to start all over." I stuck my hand out.

 

"Hey, I'm Darcy Brandon. Nice to meet you." His hand met mine with a warm squeeze.

 

Harry's lips twitched at the corners in a smile. "Hi, I'm Harry, Harry Styles."

 

 

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