Author’s note:
Yayyy Liam's tweeting again! Anyways, score:
Marcel: 19 Harry: 11 Mark: 5 <-- Can 1 more person vote for Marcel? XD I wanna make it 20... you know just so I can feel better

MARCEL'S P.O.V.

We’re in a club.
Yes, We. Are. In. A. Club.
Which I’ve never been in before…
I looked around and see girls and guys both half naked. I stuck out my tounge in disgust. So this is the “hot atmosphere” Mark always talks about. Well, seems pretty gross to me.
It’s boiling in here, like 50 degress or something. I quickly took off my jacket and set it somewhere. Suddenly, a group of girls swarmed me.
“It’s Harry Styles!” They screamed. Then they start yelling some pretty nasty things to me like “F*** ME!!” and “CAN YOU SIGN MY BOOBS”. I frowned. What the hell is this?
I see Dessi from the corner of my eyes pushed somewhere just standing there awkwardly while Bella and Tristan goes dancing.
I need to get outta here.
“I-I’m not Harry Styles,” I said.
“Lies!”
“Of course you are! You look exactly like him!”
“I’m Marcel.” I said.
“MARCEL!!!”
“YOUR SO HOT TODAY!”
“Um..” This is getting uncomfortable. “I need to go to my girlfriend now…”
I walked towards Dessi and her eyes widen. Oops… I forgot she isn’t my official girlfriend yet…
The mob was filled with moans and curses. Towards Dessi. Now I understand why Harry hates the club so much.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” she said back.
“Wanna… uh… get something to drink?” I asked.
“Sure.” She stepped up to the counter and ordered something that sounds like cockroach. Ech… What is this place? When it’s my turn I decided to go with something more normal. Like…
“Apple juice,” I said.
The guy with tattoos all over his body and earrings all over his body too looked at me in a weird way. “We don’t have apple juice.”
“How about milk?” I said, “Oh! Strawberry milk would be great!”
Just then I suddenly hear the sound of Dessi spitting her cockroach. She started laughing, you could see her dimples.
“Come here Marcel,” she took my hand and led me away from my strawberry milk.
“This is a club,” she said. “In the club, you have to order alcohol. Not kiddy drinks like apple juice, or strawberry milk.”
“I don’t want a cockroach.” I frowned.
“What?”
“What you have, a cockroach.”
She laughed at me… again. “It’s a cocktail. I may not have been to a club before but I’ve read about it in books. If you don’t like cocktail you can have whiskey or something.” She said as she drank her cockro- cocktail.
She looks kind of attractive like this.
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