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?


16. XV


Darcy's POV

I haven't cried that much in my life. It wasn't because of what Marley said, but the fact that my whole relationship with Jackson was a lie. I should've listened to him when he warned me about him.

I walked into my bedroom, feeling slightly tipsy. I kicked off my heels and when I turned the light on I noticed my friend Harry sitting on my bed.

"I told you to go home." I muttered. I walked lazily to my closet pulling out mismatch pajamas to wear.
"But I was worried about you." He quietly spoke.

"There's nothing to worry about. I'm fine." I almost fell over but Harry caught me.

"Are you drunk?" Harry's voice broke out.

"Of course I am silly, why not?" I dragged out double L in silly making myself laugh. When I turned around Harry was there with his face all red.

"You look like a tomato." I touched his face, but he swatted my hand away.

"I can't believe he got you drunk. Darcy, can't you see that he isn't good for you?"

I rolled my eyes and tossed my clothes on the bed.

"Who exactly is good for me then Harry?" I tugged on my dress not really caring that Harry was in the room.

My dress fell to the ground and I was only in my underwear. I walked over to a nervous looking Harry.

"Who's good for me? Tell me."

Before Harry could say a word, I reached up and kissed him. It wasn't just a peck. I had my hands running through his hair while he wrapped his hands around my waist.

I pulled away and walked over to my bed grabbing my pajama bottoms. I slipped them on and turned to see Harry was gone.

I pushed myself off the cold floor. My body ached and my face was probably red and puffy.

I didn't want to go out there. Not after what happened. But I couldn't stay in the janitors closet forever.

When I finally got the courage, I yanked the door open. When I stepped out, everyone from the school was standing outside waiting. When they saw me, they all started to laugh.

From the groups of kids I could see I only noticed Jackson with Marley wrapped around him. She was laughing but he just stared.

I could feel my eyes fill with tears before I started pushing past people, running out of the school.

Marcel's POV

After Darcy left the table my friends looked at me funny.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know. I didn't think Darcy would be so weird the first time we'd speak with her. Is she always like that?"

"I don't know. She's more outgoing I guess. Maybe something's wrong."

I watched Louis roll his eyes. "Harry, she clearly doesn't like you."

"Why would you say that?" I crossed my arms over my chest, my appetite suddenly disappearing.

"Well for one, she barely noticed you were here."

"Yes she did. But let's not talk about her anymore. I better show you guys where your next classes are."

We all walked out of the cafeteria down the main hall to see a large group around something.

"What's going on?" Niall curiously asked.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Maybe someone's gotten into a fight." Zayn suggested.

I winched at the thought. Whoever this kid was, I was starting to feel sorry for them. I remember all those beatings Jackson and his friends gave me and they weren't fun.

"Lets go check it out." Louis said as he pushed past the crowd.

When we finally got to the front, we were all shocked to see it wasn't a fight. In fact it was Darcy. She had just came out of the janitors closet. Her hair and clothes were a mess and she had tears running down her face. The crowd burst out laughing making Darcy cower back, more tears falling down her reddened face.

I looked towards the boys seeing sympathetic looks on them. Then I saw Marley who was laugh with Jackson around her. He just stood there with a smug look on his face. No sign of sympathy.

When I turned back to Darcy she was already halfway down the hall running as fast as she could.

"Darcy..." I couldn't get myself to run after her. Even though I really wanted to.


Everyone had been talking about Darcy after she had left. I was sitting alone in art class just doodling. I loved to draw and right now it felt better then hearing gossip about Darcy.

My mind goes blank when I draw. I like to focus on just one thing and everything around me, everyone around me disappears.

After finishing what I thought was something amazing, class was over so I gathered my things and walked down the hall to a familiar area. I stood in front of her locker and slipped in a piece of paper before leaving the school.

Darcy's POV

Tears fell from my already puffy eyes. I didn't want to cry anymore. I hated crying over things my tears weren't worth. And I knew Jackson wasn't worth them.

I was sitting in my room. After I had ran out of school, I decided there was no point in going back. Everyone would laugh at me again and Marley would be all over Jackson just to make me jealous.

But Marley didn't want Jackson. She wanted Marcel. Just thinking about him made tears form in my eyes. If I had just broke up with Jackson, maybe just maybe Marcel could've been mine. I totally messed up with him.

I thought getting him to like me for the bet wouldn't affect me, but it did. He was so nice to me. He never pushed me into anything and that's why I liked him so much.

Have I lost him forever?

I brushed the tears away from my face and changed into some sweats. I looked out the window to see that it was pouring but I couldn't care less.

Ten minutes later, I stood outside of his house. I was drenched as I knocked on the door while ringing the bell.

The door flew open revealing Marcel with his glasses on and fleece bottoms.

"D-Darcy? What're you doing here?" He asked surprised.

I looked down on the ground, my nerves slowly building up.

"Could we talk, please?"

Marcel looked at me for a second before pulling me in by my hand.

"Your hands are freezing. Let me get you something to change into alright."

I watched as Marcel disappeared upstairs and came back a few moments later with some clothes.

"Here you can wear thes—" he was cut off when someone called him.

"Hey, who's at the door?" Louis emerged from the living room with the rest of the boys. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. How did Marcel know them?

"Uh, maybe I should go." I spoke handing Marcel his clothes back.

"No!" The boys said in unison. I looked at them for a second before feeling Marcel's hand on my shoulder.

"Come on. We can talk upstairs."

I nodded my head and let him pull me up the stairs.

We were finally in his room. It was painted a dark blue and had a couple different pictures and posters on the wall. A framed picture caught my eye. It was sitting on his dresser and couldn't make out who was in it.

"Darcy?" I turned to see Marcel. His hands lay neatly in his pockets as he stared down on me.

"You can change in there." His voice was low, but I heard exactly what he said. He was pointing to a door which I assumed was a bathroom.

"Okay." I walked past him, our shoulders brushing lightly.

I closed the door behind me and gave myself a stare through the mirror. I didn't look any different, did I? I knew the way I was acting was different, but had I really changed?

I slipped out of my damp clothes before putting on Marcel's much more bagger ones. I pulled the collar up to my nose smelling how good it smelt. They were so warm and so comfortable.

I grabbed my clothes and opened the door to see Marcel laying on his bed.

"Here, I'll put those in the dryer."

Marcel came back a few minutes later, his cheeks bright red.

"Are you alright?" I asked concerned.

He nodded his head before telling me to take a seat.

"Where were you today?" I whispered. I could feel tears start to fall from my eyes.

"I was at school, but I wasn't with you. I'm sorry." He rested a hand on mine.

I looked down at them. This felt right. I didn't want to fight him off because it felt natural.

I laced my fingers through his before sniffing. "It's not your fault, it was mine."

"What do you mean?" His grip tightened on me.

"It was Marley and Jackson." I couldn't say anymore because I broke down. Marcel pulled me onto his lap and whispered things into my ear as he stroked my hair to calm me down.

"What'd they do?" His voice was hard as he spoke. I pulled away and stared at him. He was angry because someone hurt me. His green eyes blazed in the dimly lit room. His usually full lips were in a thin line.

"You don't have to go after them. I'll be okay." I tried to reassure him but the same look was still in his eyes.

"But Darcy, I'm your friend and I need to protect you."

I'm your friend. Why did that hurt? Why does that make me feel so bad inside.

"I-I don't want you to be my friend," I spoke, tears filling my eyes. "The last time I had a friend that I got this close to left me. He never came back."

I could see the sadness in his eyes. "What was his name?

I looked deep into his green orbs seeing something in him that I hadn't seen before.

"His name was Harry. He was my best friend, well at least before I started dating Jackson. I miss him so much."

"Where's he now?" He asked.

"He lives in London. I haven't talked to him since. And I think it was my fault too. I gave Jackson so much attention that I forgot about him. Before Jackson was around, I was starting to have feeling towards Harry. I never told him because I thought it was wrong for me to like him like that. Maybe if I told him the truth, he'd still be here."

I looked down at our hands connected. "That's why I can't be your friend Marcel. I can't pretend I don't have feeling for you. And I can't pretend that you don't remind me of him anymore. When I first pushed Jackson off you that day, I saw it in your eyes. And then Marley told me you were the one sitting with those new boys."

I got off his lap and walked over to his dresser. When I saw the picture it finally all made sense.

It was a picture of Harry and I. We were in the third grade. We both stood in a glassy field with the sun shinning down on us, both of us laugh at something funny.

I finally turned back but Marcel wasn't on his bed anymore. He stood right in front of me.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me you came back Harry?"


was that intense or what???? im feeling a little light headed right now! ive been waiting for the right moment and  i think Darcy not knowing Marcel was Harry has dragged on for a while. but what do you think? what gonna happen next cause honestly im not sure....JK :)

thanks for all the reads and likes and comments! means alot :0


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