Who Are You? Really.

Harry is tired of being famous, He wants to restart. But, how do you restart when your in the biggest boyband in the world? You fake your identity, Marcel Daringer. The nerdiest boy in school, he came out of nowhere, nobody cares about him, He's weird... Different. That was until Dylan Payzach came along.


1. Chapter 1~ New Boy


I hated it, The fame. It was awful, the screaming girls, the shows, the everything… It was all too much, It was fun at first but I couldn’t go anywhere, do anything! I was sick of it, so I ran, I has figured out how to hide myself, just for a while. Just until I figured out what I was going to do, Hide away forever or be in the spotlight.

I was Marcel Daringer. A nerd, nobody liked me. I was 17 so I went back to school.


“What’s up loser!” Deric Abbott snickered

"Erm..." I mumbled nervously. Deric slammed me against the locker behind me.

"Heard you were flirting with my girl, Deranger. " He spat in my face.

"I-I..." I stammered, this wasn’t me. Usually I would look thus punk streight in the eyes and say so what if I was. But I'm not me anymore.

“Stop fucking stuttering.” He snapped. God, I wanted to punch this fag in the face, but I knew I couldn’t. I pushed my glasses up on my face.

“I-I wasn’t, even if I was she wouldn’t like me anyway… She’s to pretty, just look at me…” I whispered.

“Fucking pathetic loser.” He laughed, his fist slamming into my face. I winced, the pain coursing through my veins. “Fight back faggot!”

“Oh, leave him alone.” Some girl I’ve never seen before interjected just before I was hit again.

“And who are you?” He flirted, dropping me and going up to her as close as he could.

“Someone who can kick your ass.” She said snapping her gum and walking off down the hallway, heals clicking with each step.

“Wow…” I whispered.


I needed my own escape, what happened has caused me to have to leave. I needed a fresh start, new friends.

“Hey, I’m Caitlin Morgan.” A girl said sitting beside me in science class.

“Hi, Er… I’m Dylan Payzach…” I muttered, not really wanting to talk.

“You’re new here aren’t you?” She asked.

“Mmm…” I answered.

“What’s with you?” She asked.

“I’m not used to making friends.” I stated simply.

“Oh, It’s okay, Neither am I… I’m new too.”

“Good for you…”

“Well, you don’t have to be rude about it.” She grumbled.

“I’m sorry…” I said looking over at her.

“It’s okay, but why are you so pissy?” she asked

“Just… My past… I-I don’t like to talk about it.” My voice cracked.

“Alright, I wont bug you.” She smiled sincerely at me. I apparently made a friend. Even though I didn’t want one.

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