The Person You Are (Marcel Fan Fic)

Marcel is just a nerd. Right?


19. 19

"Hold on, what are you talking about?" Cassie questioned.

Taking a deep breath I slowly opened my mouth, "When I looked out the window, I saw Harry. With a girl. They were talking and he said he was just going to meet a friend, he didn't mention she was a girl."

The elevator doors opened and we swept through all the people back to Cassie's car. "Don't assume anything ok? That's usually when relationships go bad." She advised.

She was right, I shouldn't assume.

After Cassie dropped me back at Harry's, she had to go to work which sucked.

Grabbing another doughnut I sat on the couch and waited for Harry.


I won't lie, when I heard his keys in the door my heart started pumping.

When he stepped into the living room he plopped beside me. "Hey babe." I felt him peck my cheek.


"What have you been doing?" He asked knowing something was up.

"Cassie and I went to an Art Gallery opening."

He smiled, "Oh yeah? Was it boring?" He snickered.

"No, it was beautiful. The gallery was on Bull Street. You know...across from the coffee shack."

It went quiet. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Just the truth, that's all I want." I squeaked.

He took a big breath, "Before you moved here, that girl was a fan of the Boxing Harry. One day she figured out Marcel so we dated. We hadn't really broke it off before me and you started dating. I called her to officially breakup with her."

I smiled and hugged him, "Ew why are you wet?" I asked pulling back.

"She got upset and poured coffee on me." He laughed.

It was then I was proud of myself, Harry has a reasonable explanation. It was time I started to trust him.

"Let me go shower and we can go grab dinner yeah?" As Harry got up I followed him.

I pushed him against the wall and attached our lips. He was really stunned but kissed back.

I started pulling off his shirt, "You know, you made me wait a long time Harry." I groaned, oh wait that was him.

"I think you deserve a punishment." I heavily breathed.

"God.....please." He whimpered.


"Shower sex is probably the best." I playfully hit him feeling my cheeks redden from his bluntness.

"Where are we going to eat?" I asked.

He shrugged as he shook the towel over his damp hair, "How about George Brasserie?"

I nodded, I am a sucker for French food.

Harry buttoned up his red flannel and arranged his hair to his liking.

"Why are you staring?" He asked seeing me look at him in the mirror.

"You just, fascinate me."

He tried to hide his smile but it was obvious.

We arrived at the restaurant and grabbed a booth.

"So who was the Artist from today's gallery?" Harry asked.

"Friend of Cassie's, names Craig Archer."

One of his eyebrows rose, "Archer huh? Name sounds familiar."

"Maybe you boxed him." I said joking.

"I did." Harry said.

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