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?


10. IX

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Darcy's POV 

I had mad sure I got early to school the next day to find Marcel. I knew what I did was wrong, but how was I supposed to give him that makeover? This wasn't going to be easy if he acted like that. 

I had made it to the library hoping that Marcel was there. I looked everywhere. 

"Marcel, where are you?" I let out a sigh as I took a seat on a chair. 

"I'm right here."

I almost fell out of my seat when I heard his voice. 

"Marcel? I've been looking for you all morning!" I stood up and walked over to him.

Marcel merely shrugged his shoulders. "So what did you want?" 

His words were blunt and short. I didn't know why but it hurt me when he talked to me like that.

"I-I wanted to apologize to you, but whatever y-you obviously don't care." I quickly pushed past him feeling my emotions taking over. I didn't want to cry in front of anyone, especially Marcel.  

Marcel's POV 

Darcy pushed past me, her eyes full of tears. I didn't mean to make her cry. I hated seeing her cry. 

"Harry what's wrong?" Darcy had come over after school so we could hang out. I had been quiet all day. I didn't want to tell her that I'd be leaving soon. 

"I-It's nothing. Really, you don't have to worry." I watched Darcy as she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Harold, I know when you're upset. And you can't tell me not to worry! I'm your best friend. Now tell me what's the matter." 

I looked into her eyes. They were urging me to tell her, but it was hard. 

"Harry," Darcy rested a hand on my shoulder. "Just tell me."

I nodded my head before taking a deep breath. 

"I-I'm moving." I rested my head in hands, my tears burning my eyes.

"Where?" Was all she asked. 

"London, England." I whispered.

I finally pulled my hands way from my face. When I looked at Darcy, she was wiping tears away from her eyes. 

"Darcy, please don't cry." I pleaded her. 

She shook her head. "How can you be leaving? I need you Harry!"

"I know, I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say. I didn't want to hurt her by telling her this news but I guess I did. 

"Darcy, please can we just talk about this?" I watched as tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"I-I don't know what to say." She mumbled. 

I wiped away my own tears that I hadn't noticed were falling down my face. 

"I'm gonna miss you Harry." I looked into her eyes. In a second I pulled her into my chest and let her cry on my shoulder.  

"Why do you have to go." She sobbed quietly. I rubbed small circles on her back listening to her soft cries. Before I knew it, she was fast a sleep in my arms. 

I lay her down on my bed and pulled her closer to me. 

"I'm gonna miss you too Darc."

"Darcy, wait!" I grabbed her wrist and turned her around. The memory I just had made me feel sick to my stomach and I didn't want to repeat history ever again. 

"What do to want Marcel?" She tried to guard herself from me. Even through we were standing so close and my hand had slipped into hers. She still had this wall around her. Just like when I left. 

"About the glasses thing, I just don't like to take them off, okay. I forgive you. Just don't do it again."

I pulled her close enough so I could wrap my arms around her waist. 

"I guess I'll let you take my apology. Even though you don't deserve one." I could imagine a smile plastered on her lips as she spoke. 

I pulled back so I could look into her eyes. "So we're okay?" 

"Yep. I wanted to ask if you want to go to the mall with me. I usually went with Jackson or Abby but ever since I broke up with him it's like I don't have any friends anymore. Except for you."

Her lips were in a pout until she mentioned me. She raised a brow waiting for my answer. 

"Okay. I'll go with you."

Darcy started jumping up and down, a wide smile on her face. 

"Lets go!" She grabbed my hand and started dragging me out of the school. 

I furrowed my eyebrows. "But school hasn't even started. We can't skip!" We reached Darcy's car and she unlocked the doors. 

"Live a little Marcel. Skipping a day of school won't do any harm. Now come on. We're missing the sales." 

With a heavy sigh, I opened her door and got in.

"We better not be missing a test or something." I grumbled. I didn't want my perfect GPA to crumble because of skipping one day. But it was for Darcy. And I didn't want to upset her again. 

"Stop being such a worry wort. This isn't gonna do anything to hurt your perfect little GPA. Now I'm gonna turn the radio on and you're gonna relax. Got it?" 

I raised a brow at her but she just mimicked my actions. Darcy turned the radio and a song I knew started to play. I subconsciously started to hum to the song forgetting Darcy was even there. 

"I came in like a wrecking ball. I never hit so hard in love. All I wanted was to break your walls. 
All you ever did was break me."

I continued to sing to myself but little did I know Darcy was staring at me with wide eyes. 

Darcy's POV 

That voice! It belonged to Marcel? But it sounded so familiar. So close to home. I've heard this voice before. I know it. But I didn't know Marcel for that long. 

"You can sing?" I spoke surprised.  

Marcel nervously scratched the back of his head. 

"Ya, I just don't sing in front of people."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Seriously? But your voice. It's amazing. But it sounds so familiar. Why can't I remember your voice?"

Marcel shrugged his shoulders. "We haven't ever talked until you sat beside me that day. I doubt you ever heard my voice."

I shook my head. "Ya but–"

Marcel grabbed my hand and pulled me through the mall. 

"No ones here." He spoke looking around. I linked my arm around his  feeling his surprising hard bicep. Even through his sweater vest shirt you couldn't tell he was built. 

"So where do we go first?" We walked into one store and I found a couple things and so did Marcel. I didn't want to intrude on his shopping but I had noticed he picked out some clothes that weren't sweater vests. 

"I'm gonna try these on. Lets go to the dressing room."

Marcel walked to the dressing rooms and I got in one and so did he. I had tried on most of the clothes and I only had a dress to try on. I had slipped it on but I couldn't pull up the zipper. 

"Marcel?" I called nervously. I could feel his presence behind the curtain making chills run down my body. 

"You called Darcy?" I nodded my head even though he couldn't see. 

"Ya could you come in and help me zip this dress up?"

"Um, are you sure?" His voice sounded unsure as he spoke. With a roll to my eyes, I pulled Marcel into the room. 

"Just zip the dress Marcel." I laughed. 

I pulled my hair away from the back. I felt Marcel's hands brush against my skin making goosebumps appear everywhere. His soft touch reached the zipper and he started to pull it up. 

I looked at him carefully through the mirror and he did the same. Once the zipper was zipped, Marcel pull my hair so it rested on my back. Then he rested his hands on my waist and looked into my eyes through the mirror. 

"You look absolutely beautiful."

His voice sounded different. Like there was an accent there but it wasn't. 

"Thanks Marcel."



i know I haven't updated but I think it's better if I update it once a week so I can give you guys longer and more exciting chapters rather than a boring short one. I'll try to get another chapter in soon tho. Anyways how was that chapter? Exciting/boring/crazy/interesting? I would love more feedback. Maybe 5+ comments and more likes?? That would be great. 

Also Ive been thinking about a theme song for the makeover. I'm not sure but it's between a Ariana Grande song or wrecking ball by Miley Cyrus. VOTE PLEASE AND THANKS

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