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?



Darcy's POV

I stretched my body as I woke up. I tried to move but felt strong arms draped around my waist stopping me from getting up.

I let my body relax thinking that it was only Harry. Wait, Harry's not here. Suddenly everything that happened just a couple hours ago flooded my mind making my stomach clench.

I turned to see a sleeping Zayn behind me. He had his mouth slightly open as he slept which was adorable.

I lightly shook him so he would walk up. "Zayn," I spoke while nudging his shoulder. He let out a soft moan before his brown eyes opened. He gave me a small smile before yawning.


"Hello sleepy head." I could feel his grip tighten around my waist as I giggled.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. I shrugged while placing my head on his chest.

"How do I fix this Zayn? I love him." Tears filled my eyes but I didn't let them fall.

Zayn looked down on me and placed his fingers under my chin forcing me to look up.

"It's okay to cry Darcy. And as for Harry, I guess time will tell. If both of you really love each other then he'll come back to you."

I let out a breath as a single tear fell down my cheek. Zayn wiped it away with the pad of his thumb and gave me a smile.

"You're a great guy Zayn. I hope everything works out with that girl that you like."

Zayn nodded before placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Me too."

Harry's POV

I can't do this anymore. The not talking to Darcy is killing me. But I can't talk to her. I just don't want to deal with anything anymore. It hurts to much.

"Harry, can you come downstairs. I need to speak to you." My mum called.

I reluctantly dragged myself out of my bed and walked downstairs to find my mum in the living room.

She was sitting around a bunch of papers and documents. She also looked very stressed out with a cup of coffee in her hands.

"What's going on?" I asked.

I took a seat beside her and grabbed one of the papers off the floor. It said flight to London, England in bold letters for the date March 15th.

"Mum, what is all of this?" I questioned. I looked up from the paper into my mums eyes. She looked tired and anxious.

"Harry, you know how the daycare hasn't been doing too well and I've been trying my best to keep it running but I have to close it."

I blinked a couple times trying to understand what she was saying. The daycare was shutting down? What would my mum do now without her job?

"But where would you work? What will you do? And why does with paper say that's London?" The questions were flooding out of my mouth like water.

"Harry, I don't want you to be upset. Just here me out. I'm planning to move us back to London."


"It's just not working out here to be honest. And I've always wanted you to grow up in London like me. I'm sorry that I moved you there in middle school, cause that must've been hard, but you liked it there."

"I did, but I don't know mum."

Actually I did know. I knew perfectly well that this could be my escape from all the drama—literally— but at the same time I'd be letting people down. I'd be hurting Darcy all over again and I'm not sure I could deal with that.

"Harry, it's all I have left. Since I didn't sell the house back in London it wouldn't be so hard moving back. And there's a job opening and I think that would work. Please don't be mad."

I shook my head when I noticed the tears filling my mums eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was make her cry.

"Mum, I'm not mad. I'm just scared." She pulled me into a hug.


"I don't think I have it in me to tell Darcy that I'm leaving again. I don't wanna break her heart.

Darcy's POV

I really thought he'd come around by now. I believed that we'd somehow get through this but nothing's changed. Harry hasn't sent me a single text or call in a couple of days. Maybe I was too harsh. I freaked out only because I loved him but maybe it was too much. I should've been nicer or a little sympathetic. Now I feel so guilty.

I was in the shower and I had just gotten out. I dried myself off and wrapped my robe around my body and tied it around my waist.

I walked out of the bathroom and started looking for something decent to wear. Zayn was taking me out since I've been stuck in the house all day. I guess he's worried. At least he cares.

I pulled the silk robe off my back and let it fall to the floor as I slipped on my underwear. I reached for my shirt and was about to pull it on when the door flew open.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Zayn spoke with his hands covering his eyes. His reaction was priceless which made me laugh.

"Zayn I don't mind." I spoke with a giggle. Zayn nervously pulled his hands off his face and stared at me wide-eyed.


I rolled my eyes. "Take a picture. It'll last you longer."

Zayn shook his head.

"Anyways, t-there's something I wanted to tell you. I-I like you Darcy. A lot. I also didn't want to tell you since everything that has happened with Harry has been your top priority and you just got out of the hospital. I'm sorry. Just forget what I just said." Zayn quickly turned around and reached for the door but I stopped him.

"Why didn't you tell me before? And what about that girl?"

Zayn dropped his head. "You had Harry. You loved him not me. And there was never a girl Darcy. I just said that so it didn't look like I was crushing on you. There was no one but you Darcy. It has always been you."

"Zayn, I don't know what to say."

"It's fine. I should've never told you in the first place. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I started. I grabbed his hand and let our fingers intertwine. I felt his other hand drape around my waist and pull me in before our lips touched.

"Zayn," I mumbled again his lips, "Harry can never know about this." His lips pressed harder onto mine as he fiddled with the clasp on my bra.

I could feel the heat rising off my skin. My stomach clenched and unclenched as Zayn pushed me gently onto my bed.

"This can be our secret." Zayn brought his head down against my neck and started placing butterfly kisses leaving goosebumps on my skin. His hands never left my waist as his movement stayed gentle.

My mind flashed back to Harry. My boyfriend. The love of my life. My best friend. The only boy I could trust. And the only boy who has the key to my heart.

If he'd ever knew about Zayn and I, I'd never forgive myself. I would feel guilty for the rest of my life.

Zayn was a nice, smart, good looking guy. He was also my friend and Harry's best friend. I knew this was totally wrong so why didn't I stop it from the beginning.

Zayn placed his lips back on my mine and was about to pull my bra off when the door bell rang.

I pushed him off and grabbed my robe.

"I'll be right back." I spoke softly. Zayn nodded his head and gave me one last kiss.

I walked down the stairs until I made it to the front door. I assumed it was the mail man or something so when I pulled the door open I didn't expect to be thrown off my guard. I stood there with my jaw wide open as I stared at Harry. He gave me a weak smile.

"Hi Darcy."

Harry's POV

Hi Darcy? That's how you greet your girlfriend after not speaking to her for a couple of days? I can't believe I'm about to this. I can't think straight and I just don't want to deal with the pain.

"H-Harry, what're you doing here?"

I could feel my mouth going dry but I swallowed the feeling down.

"We need to talk. Can I come in?"

"You don't get it, do you?" Darcy pressed her hands against the door to regain her balance.

"Get what? All I want to do is talk and I already told you that I was sorry. What else do you want from me?" I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier by the second.

"You harmed yourself because you believed that I'd never remember you. Harry, I just can't deal with that."

Darcy stared at me for a second before turning her gaze away. I watched as she pulled he robe that was around her body against her chest. I hadn't noticed before, but he had large purple bags under her eyes and her hair didn't have it's usual shine to it.

"I don't know what else to tell you Darcy but that I love you and I always will and I'm sorry. But I didn't come her today to talk about that. I have something to tell you and it's gonna be hard for me to say it."

She stared at me with a blank expression. No emotion was written on her face. She reluctantly stepped aside and let me walk into her home. I mumbled a small thanks and let a deep breath out that I seemed to be holding for a while now.

We quietly walked into her living room and took a seat across from each other.

"So what did you want to tell me?" She asked with a serious look on her face. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest as she stared me down.

I stared out the open window and shook my head. "I don't want to do this again. I can't do this again." I whispered.

"Harry what are you talking about—"

She was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Babe, are you down here?" The voice called. I few seconds later Zayn walked in without a shirt making my eyes widen.

"Harry I can explain." Darcy spoke fast as she ran over to me. I shook my head and pushed her away.

"Darcy you know I don't deserve this!" I screamed while running my fingers through my hair. I turned to Zayn. He looked absolutely scared at what I might do.

"And how could you? I thought you were my friend."

"I am are friend Harry. It's not what it looks like." He tried to explain.

"Right," I sarcastically spat, "so you haven't fucked my girlfriend? You weren't both just naked. That makes so much sense."

"Harry please just listen." Darcy wiped a tear away and I shook my head.

"I'm done listening to you. I came here today to say goodbye. I'm leaving with my mum back to England. Do me a favour and don't contact me like last time. Just forget all about me, I already know you're capable of it."

With that said I walked out of her house with my shoulders slumped. Never did I expect Darcy and Zayn to hurt me this bad. But I guess all good things come to an end, sooner or later.

Darcy and I were never meant to be. Now I can go back to London and have the life that was always meant to be mine. I was gonna be popular and have loads of friends. Girls would be all over me and I wouldn't even think about her.

I sat in my car and shoved the key into the ignition. I was about to back out when I felt a load of emotions crash onto me.

Darcy broke my heart again and this time she didn't even care. I could feel one tear fall down my face but I quickly wiped it away.

"That's the only tear you'll get out of me." I whispered.

Nothing will ever make up the pain I just felt. Nothing.



I'm sorry that this took ages omg but here it is. The ending of the longest movella ever. The makeover will have a sequel. Soon don't worry :) hope you liked reading it as much as I loved writing it and thanks for all your amazing support. I love you guys so much. Thanks :)

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