My Friend Marcel

Annie's dad has moved around a lot, and she has never been really able to make many friends. Finally her dad gets a steady job in a tiny town outside Cheshire, named Holmes Chapel. When Annie starts a new school year at Holmes Chapel Public High School, she meets a nerdy boy named Marcel Styles. As she gets to know him better, she realizes that he's not the geek everyone thinks he is. Annie gets Marcel to open up and become himself, and they become fast friends. But soon, Marcel finds himself falling for his friend...what will happen when her biggest secret is revealed? Will Marcel still like her? Or will this secret tear Annie and him apart...forever?


17. Random Hiall Chapter

Hello, everyone! I’m taking a break from the Annie/Harry part of the story, so here’s some Niall/Hannah fluff. Names for these couples?

Hannah’s POV

I sat on my couch, crunching on potato chips as I watched Titanic for the umpteenth time. My phone buzzed, and I paused the movie, picking it up. It was a text…but I didn’t recognize the number. I opened it and skimmed to the bottom…OMYGOODNESS it’s from Niall Horan! I yelped, jumped, and fell off the couch. Oh, my gosh. Niall is texting me. I got up and back onto my seat. I smoothed my hair down, and picked up my phone again.

From: Unknown number.
Hey, Hannah! How are you today? Oh, this is Niall Horan, by the way…I’m not stalking, don’t worry…Annie gave me your number.
Okay, breathe deep, Hannah, old girl. Stay disinterested. Guys like when you play hard to get…

From: Hannah
I don’t know…Do I know a Niall Horan? I know a Hiall Noran? Maybe that’s you! XD
I put him into my phone’s contacts really quickly.

From: Niall <3
…that was cruel.

From: Hannah

From: Niall <3

From: Hannah
*sigh* do you ever stop eating?

From: Niall<3
Yeah, when I have to sleep. :P What are you up to today?

From: Hannah
Just sitting around, watching Titanic…again.

From: Niall<3
Good movie! I love it!

From: Hannah
Wanna come over and watch it? I just started it…
What?!?! Why did I just say that!?!?! He probably thinks that I’m coming onto him or something!!!! Ugh, I'm an idiot…

From: Niall <3
Sure! I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go to the movies or Nando’s anyway. But that is much better! CUSHY SEATS!!! Where’s your house?

From: Hannah
Here, I’ll send you directions… :) haha

I leapt up from the couch and immediately started cleaning up. Ugh, my hair is a mess; my clothes are a mess…MY HOUSE IS A MESS! Why did I invite him over?  I asked myself, racing to the bathroom and dragging a hairbrush through my long blonde hair. I threw it into what Annie called a Katniss Braid, and I changed into a pair of regular flare jeans and a tee-shirt that had the American flag on it. I hummed a song called Stand Up. It was my favorite song in the whole world…my friends from Doncaster and I had actually made a YouTube video of us dancing. It wasn’t very good…but it made me laugh every time I watched it. I quickly cleaned up the house, and then called my mother.

“Hey, Mum!”

“Hey, Hannah, what do you need?” My mother asked.

“Um, I just wanted to let you know that a friend of mine is coming over tonight…We’re gonna watch Titanic and stuff.”

“Okay, honey…wait a minute…” I groaned silently. “Who is this ‘friend’?”

“His name is Niall?”

“Nile? Like the river?”

“Noooooo, mom…” I rolled my eyes. “Like an Irish name. N-I-A-L-L.”

“Oh, all right. Is he cute?”


“Daughter…” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Seriously though.”

“He’s tall and blonde and has the clearest blue eyes, and he’s sweet, and handsome, and likes to eat.” I cradled the phone in between my shoulder and ear, and swept my long braid over to one shoulder. “And he really really really likes Nando’s.”

“When do I get to meet him?”

“Mum, he’s just a friend! Honest!”

“Okay…” Mom drew out that word. “But be careful, okay?” Just then the doorbell rang.

“Yeah, okay, mom, whatever, love you, bye!” I hung up, then as I walked to the door, I texted Annie.

To: Annie-boo
From: Hannah
You gave Niall Horan my phone number?!? Remind me to kill you…after he leaves! :D

My phone buzzed immediately.
To: Hannah

To: Annie-boo
He just showed up, g2g! luv ya! :*

I shoved my phone into my pocket, checked my hair, and opened the door. Niall stood there, his hands in his pockets, and a shy smile on his face. “H-hey, Hannah…”

“Hey, Nialler…” I swallowed hard, then opened my door wider. “Welcome to my humble abode.” He laughed lightly, and stepped in. I closed the door behind him, and we stood in awkward silence for a moment, then I cleared my throat. “Want some popcorn or something?”

“Yeah, I’m actually kinda hungry.”

“Niall, you're always hungry.” I said over my shoulder. He smirked as he followed me.

“That’s true.”

“How do you eat that much and not get fat?”

“Well, I’m on the football (soccer) team, so that helps.” He flexed his muscles. “And I work out a bit. Can you tell?”

Oh, yeah, I can tell…yum. I shook the thoughts from my head. “No. Actually, I think Zayn has bigger muscles than you.”

“Zayn has a bigger ego than me.” Niall corrected, leaning on the counter next to me. “And he has bigger hair then I do. But bigger muscles. Please, woman.”

“Then Liam then. Or maybe Louis.”

“No. Nu-uh. Me, all the way.” I rolled my eyes at him. He stuck his tongue out at me, and I giggled.

“Do you want butter?”

“Do you?”

“Do you want me to live through the night? Then pile it on, brother!” I threw my arms up dramatically. Niall snorted as he stuck the bag in the microwave. “And I’m just warning you, I will cry.” I said, taking a box of tissues into the living room. He smirked.

“That’s fine.” He shrugged. “My mom cries whenever we watch this movie. I don’t understand why, though…”

“Because Jack dies…” I said, plopping down on the couch.

“Yeah? And? I never understood why he died.” Niall sat beside me, and grinned. I smacked his arm.

“He dies so that Rose doesn’t freeze to death!” I defended Leo Decaprio’s motives. Niall rolled his eyes.


“Hush, the movie’s starting.” I snuggled into the couch cushions.

“But—“ I sighed, grabbed a handful of popcorn, and shoved it into Niall’s mouth. He crunched on it happily, and we watched Titanic silently.


Soon we were at the part where Jack died. I was blubbering, and I blew my nose loudly into a tissue.

“There is room for two on that giant floaty thing.” Niall said.

“I know! I say that every time!” I threw my hands up. “Stupid Hollywood.” Niall chuckled, and I sniffed, wiping my tears away.

“Don’t cry, Hannah…” Niall patted my shoulder awkwardly. I shook my head.

“Stupid feels…” I muttered. “Leo Decaprio’s kinda cute though.” I looked at Niall out of the corner of my eye. He bit his bottom lip.

“Please. He’s not that good looking.”

“Oh, come on.” I paused on a picture of him, and pointed to the screen. “How can you say that he is not cute?”

“It’s very simple.” Niall studied the screen, then glanced at me. “He’s not cute. See? Very simple.”

“Ugh.” I fell back on the couch dramatically. “When I was younger, I used to think I was going to marry him.”


“Yeah, he was my celebrity crush.” I shook my head. “Pathetic, right?”

“Nah, I used to have a crush on Demi Lovoto.” Niall shrugged. “You get over it.”

“You and Demi, huh?” I turned to him and grinned.

“Yup.” He blushed.

“I can see it.” I giggled.

“Yeah, then I figured out she wasn’t my type.”

“Oh, really? What’s your type? Maybe JLo or Cher Lloyd? Oh, I know! Beyoncé!” I clapped. Niall chuckled.

“Nah. Blonde girls are my type.” He studied me. “Blonde girls who aren’t afraid to eat, and have pretty blue eyes, and like watching Titanic, and are okay with watching scary movies as long as there’s someone to cuddle with when she gets scared, and love sitting on the roof during thunderstorms, and like singing and dancing, and don’t mind guys that make idiots out of themselves the first time they talk to her.” My heart leapt when I realized he was describing me.

“Well, you have that type narrowed down pretty well, now doncha, Nialler?” I said teasingly, my face burning. He leaned forward a bit.

“Yeah, you could say that.” His piercing blue eyes looked straight into mine. “I even have a girl picked out already.”

“Really?” I leaned forward, getting a little bit closer to him.

“Yeah. The thing is, well, I don’t know that she likes me back.” He moved closer as well.

“She’d be stupid not to like you.” I said.

“What about you? What’s your type?” he asked.

“I like a boy who isn’t afraid to eat a lot, and doesn’t laugh at me when I scream during scary movies, and he loves Nando’s, and candy; I like blonde boys with really really blue eyes, and the most adorable laugh on the planet.”

“Sounds like you have a boy picked out too.” Niall stared into my eyes. I finally realized that we had been steadily moving closer to each other and that right now, we were really close. Our noses were nearly touching. “Hey, Hannah?” He whispered.

“Y-y-yeah?” I breathed.

“I like you. A lot.”

“Oh.” He looked searchingly into my eyes, and I looked at him. “Hey, Niall?”


“I like you too.” I whispered. His eyes widened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes darted down to my lips, and suddenly he bent and pressed his lips to mine gently.

Too, too good.

He kissed me softly and carefully, like he was afraid I was going to smack him in the face or something. I worked up the courage to kiss him back. His hands moved up to cradle my face, and my eyes fluttered shut, my hand working its way up to tangle in his soft hair. All too soon, he pulled away, and my eyes opened to meet his stunning blue eyes. He looked a little bit concerned.

“Was that okay?” He asked nervously, biting on his lower lip.

“Better than okay.” I smiled gently. “That was perfect.” He sighed.

“You have no idea how much of a pep talk I gave myself to say that,” He said. I giggled.

“I can imagine.” We were quiet for a moment, then I sighed. “So where do we go from here?”

“I don’t know, maybe a date?” He looked at me hopefully. I smiled.

“That sounds perfect.” He grinned at me, then brushed his lips across mine again. I smiled again and snuggled into his warm embrace. We watched the TV silently for a few moments, then I felt pressure on the top of my head.

“Wanna watch The Conjuring?” He asked. I giggled again.

“As long as you don’t laugh at me when I scream.”

“And I’ll hold you when you get scared.” We both laughed. “We sound like mushy two love birds…” He chuckled.

“That’s fine with me.” I laughed.

“If it’s okay with you then its okay with me, babe.” He winked as he stood and walked over to his bag, pulling out the movie. I went onto my phone and onto Facebook. Status change…In a relationship. In about five minutes, I had five new notifications.

From: Annie Jenkins
It better be Nialler…

From: Harry Styles
Finally Niall got up the courage to tell ya! Congrats, Hannah!!

From: Liam Payne
Awww… That’s cute. :) Congratulations!

From: Zayn Malik
Finally!!!!!!!!! :D

From: Louis Tomlinson
Great. Just don’t go making out around us, k, Hannah? You know how much I dislike that… :)

I giggled, and showed Niall my phone. He laughed and sat down next to me as the movie started. He put his arm around me, and grabbed my phone, turning on the camera. “Smile, princess.” He said. I grinned, and he kissed my cheek as he took the picture. I blushed, as he set it as my new profile picture on Facebook. He uploaded it on my regular pictures as well. “There.” He said, handing me back my phone. He leaned forward. “By the way, you’re cute when you blush.” I blushed even more, and he grinned, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We settled down to watch the movie.

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