The Boyfriend List (Harry and Marcel fanfic)
Chpt 9: Nerd Hood
Isabel’s POV:
I sighed like I have been for the past few days now, waiting for Marcel to hurry up and finish talking to the teacher.
“Did you wait long?” he shyly came out of the class.
I was in a fowl mood that I replied honestly, “Yes. A long time Marcel. Now lets get this done and over with.”
He lowered his eyes, a little hurt, “Okay.” He ushered me to follow him down the hallway. We entered the hallway that most students never went in.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He said dully.
I shook my head following him further into new territory. We took a few turns, making m feel like we were in a whole new school, and then we came to a sudden stop in front of a door, making me crash into him, “Sorry.” He muttered.
“Are you going to open it?” I asked, wondering how long we were going to wait.
“Wait.” He looked around nervously, like he was hiding something, then he knocked a few times.
“Who is it?”
He peeked at me, blushing, then ducked his head down, trying to be quiet with his answer but I still heard it, “The master has arrived.”
I covered my mouth, trying desperately to not laugh, “Pft!” I couldn’t hold it back now as the door opened, Marcel glaring at me.
“Welcome my lord.” I caught a hooded figure bow.
“Bwahahahaha!” I laughed even harder, “My lord? My lord? Oh my god! Oh my god!”
“Why did you bring her?” the hooded figure hissed at Marcel, or I should I say my lord.
“I’ll explain later.” He pushed past the hooded figure inviting me into the dark room.
“What is this?” I wiped away the tears that were falling, still laughing.
“For people like you, you can say this is a nerd sanctuary.”
“Nerd…sanctuary?” I turned around sharply stifling an oncoming laugh.
“Laugh it up. You popular people would never understand.” He bravely replied. The nerd sanctuary giving him some nerdy powers or something to talk back for a change.
I raised an eyebrow, “Whatever.” I came in peering around the room. There were a few kids here, all dressed in a black hooded cloak or something. Some nerd looking weapons or, what the hell is this?
I stopped in front of a long looking wood stick. I trailed my fingers down it, “What’s this?” I was curious.
“That’s Gandalf the Grey’s magic staff.”
“Lord of the rings?” I gazed at it, the familiarity clicking.
“Oh you know of Lord of the Rings?” A hooded figure perked up.
“Yeah?” I was confused.
“She could be one of us in hiding.” Another one whispered out.
“I’m not one of you guys.” I said bluntly.
Marcel watched me, finally speaking up, “Lord of the Rings…” he paused, “Do you like that movie?”
I spun on him, “I love that movie! It’s so entertaining! I even read all the books, and a huge fan of the Hobbit series too!” I beamed, admitting my guilty pleasure for the first time. Realization clicking on what I just admitted, I covered my mouth in shock.
Marcel smirked at me, “Did you hear that my people? Isabel, the fair elf princess has joined the ranks.”
Everyone oohed and awed at the comment, “What are you talking about? I’m not a princess and I'm not part of your guys group!” I screamed angrily. What was he doing?
“Do you know that Lord of the Rings is a nerd movie Isabel? And even if it was just the movie, you read the books too, which is one more step into nerd hood.”
I dropped my jaw, regretting my confession, “I’m not a nerd!” I spun away from the group, storming over to the door.
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Marcel’s POV:
I knew this was my perfect opportunity now, I marched after her, making sure none of the other members followed me, “Isabel wait.” I yelled after her.
“Why should I?” she turned on me, face burning red, “I never agreed to this stupid, stupid club thing! You can’t just force people to do whatever you want Marcel!”
“I wasn’t really forcing you to join. It would be nice if you did.” I smiled imagining Isabel in the ranks alongside me.
“Don’t get any weird fantasies about me!” she screamed hysterically.
“Isabel calm down.” I tried to reassure her, placing m hand gently on her.
She glared at where my hand was, shaking me off, “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” she hissed.
I sighed, “Can we be friends?” I decided to ask instead.
“Friends?” she asked confused.
“Yeah. That way I don’t have to worry about the kiss and ask others about what it meant.” I felt bad blackmailing her, but I had to move quickly to let Zayn know.
She furrowed her brows, then finally answered, “Yeah we can be friends.”
She didn’t appear to be very happy, but at least I was one step closer, “Thanks!” I beamed, hugging her tightly, surprising even myself. I let go quickly, “I-I’m sorry.” I returned to my normal shy self, embarrassed with what I did. I ducked away and returned to the group.
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Isabel’s POV:
I was shocked when Marcel hugged me tightly, it wasn’t death grip tight, but it was a nice hug. I frowned at his disappearing figure, at least we moved up a step, but in all honesty I didn’t want this. I recalled how rude I was, and hoped I could make up for it, so that he would end up dating me in the end. I lost three days now; I needed to get him quickly.
I waltzed out of the nerd hallway, making sure no one saw me leave it, when I caught Harry looking around at the end of the hallway that everyone walked down, “Harry!” I yelled out, waving to him. A huge smile crossing his face.
“Where were you? I was waiting forever.” He looked a little hurt.
Shit! I forgot that I was supposed to met Harry after school, instead I met with Marcel. I felt guilty.
“I had to do some extra work with my last class. Sucks sometimes when you get behind.” I put on m best pouty face.
“Oh its okay. Just text me next time, I could have swung by somewhere to get a snack or something for us.” I smiled when he smiled sweetly at me.
I felt someone tap on my shoulder, Harry giving a confused expression as I turned to the person. It was Liam, and his black hood was down. Fear ran through me instantly. Please don’t say anything! I pleaded to him with my eyes, but Liam just smiled.
He pulled something out of his long black sleeves, “This is for you.” He handed over a comic that read Lord of the Rings, “I think you’ll enjoy this too.” He beamed, leaving me to a very much confused Harry.
“What was that for?”
I gazed down at the comic book, the inside of me curious about it, but the other me finding anything to say to Harry, “I don’t know?” was all I managed to squeak out.
I sighed like I have been for the past few days now, waiting for Marcel to hurry up and finish talking to the teacher.
“Did you wait long?” he shyly came out of the class.
I was in a fowl mood that I replied honestly, “Yes. A long time Marcel. Now lets get this done and over with.”
He lowered his eyes, a little hurt, “Okay.” He ushered me to follow him down the hallway. We entered the hallway that most students never went in.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He said dully.
I shook my head following him further into new territory. We took a few turns, making m feel like we were in a whole new school, and then we came to a sudden stop in front of a door, making me crash into him, “Sorry.” He muttered.
“Are you going to open it?” I asked, wondering how long we were going to wait.
“Wait.” He looked around nervously, like he was hiding something, then he knocked a few times.
“Who is it?”
He peeked at me, blushing, then ducked his head down, trying to be quiet with his answer but I still heard it, “The master has arrived.”
I covered my mouth, trying desperately to not laugh, “Pft!” I couldn’t hold it back now as the door opened, Marcel glaring at me.
“Welcome my lord.” I caught a hooded figure bow.
“Bwahahahaha!” I laughed even harder, “My lord? My lord? Oh my god! Oh my god!”
“Why did you bring her?” the hooded figure hissed at Marcel, or I should I say my lord.
“I’ll explain later.” He pushed past the hooded figure inviting me into the dark room.
“What is this?” I wiped away the tears that were falling, still laughing.
“For people like you, you can say this is a nerd sanctuary.”
“Nerd…sanctuary?” I turned around sharply stifling an oncoming laugh.
“Laugh it up. You popular people would never understand.” He bravely replied. The nerd sanctuary giving him some nerdy powers or something to talk back for a change.
I raised an eyebrow, “Whatever.” I came in peering around the room. There were a few kids here, all dressed in a black hooded cloak or something. Some nerd looking weapons or, what the hell is this?
I stopped in front of a long looking wood stick. I trailed my fingers down it, “What’s this?” I was curious.
“That’s Gandalf the Grey’s magic staff.”
“Lord of the rings?” I gazed at it, the familiarity clicking.
“Oh you know of Lord of the Rings?” A hooded figure perked up.
“Yeah?” I was confused.
“She could be one of us in hiding.” Another one whispered out.
“I’m not one of you guys.” I said bluntly.
Marcel watched me, finally speaking up, “Lord of the Rings…” he paused, “Do you like that movie?”
I spun on him, “I love that movie! It’s so entertaining! I even read all the books, and a huge fan of the Hobbit series too!” I beamed, admitting my guilty pleasure for the first time. Realization clicking on what I just admitted, I covered my mouth in shock.
Marcel smirked at me, “Did you hear that my people? Isabel, the fair elf princess has joined the ranks.”
Everyone oohed and awed at the comment, “What are you talking about? I’m not a princess and I'm not part of your guys group!” I screamed angrily. What was he doing?
“Do you know that Lord of the Rings is a nerd movie Isabel? And even if it was just the movie, you read the books too, which is one more step into nerd hood.”
I dropped my jaw, regretting my confession, “I’m not a nerd!” I spun away from the group, storming over to the door.
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Marcel’s POV:
I knew this was my perfect opportunity now, I marched after her, making sure none of the other members followed me, “Isabel wait.” I yelled after her.
“Why should I?” she turned on me, face burning red, “I never agreed to this stupid, stupid club thing! You can’t just force people to do whatever you want Marcel!”
“I wasn’t really forcing you to join. It would be nice if you did.” I smiled imagining Isabel in the ranks alongside me.
“Don’t get any weird fantasies about me!” she screamed hysterically.
“Isabel calm down.” I tried to reassure her, placing m hand gently on her.
She glared at where my hand was, shaking me off, “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” she hissed.
I sighed, “Can we be friends?” I decided to ask instead.
“Friends?” she asked confused.
“Yeah. That way I don’t have to worry about the kiss and ask others about what it meant.” I felt bad blackmailing her, but I had to move quickly to let Zayn know.
She furrowed her brows, then finally answered, “Yeah we can be friends.”
She didn’t appear to be very happy, but at least I was one step closer, “Thanks!” I beamed, hugging her tightly, surprising even myself. I let go quickly, “I-I’m sorry.” I returned to my normal shy self, embarrassed with what I did. I ducked away and returned to the group.
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Isabel’s POV:
I was shocked when Marcel hugged me tightly, it wasn’t death grip tight, but it was a nice hug. I frowned at his disappearing figure, at least we moved up a step, but in all honesty I didn’t want this. I recalled how rude I was, and hoped I could make up for it, so that he would end up dating me in the end. I lost three days now; I needed to get him quickly.
I waltzed out of the nerd hallway, making sure no one saw me leave it, when I caught Harry looking around at the end of the hallway that everyone walked down, “Harry!” I yelled out, waving to him. A huge smile crossing his face.
“Where were you? I was waiting forever.” He looked a little hurt.
Shit! I forgot that I was supposed to met Harry after school, instead I met with Marcel. I felt guilty.
“I had to do some extra work with my last class. Sucks sometimes when you get behind.” I put on m best pouty face.
“Oh its okay. Just text me next time, I could have swung by somewhere to get a snack or something for us.” I smiled when he smiled sweetly at me.
I felt someone tap on my shoulder, Harry giving a confused expression as I turned to the person. It was Liam, and his black hood was down. Fear ran through me instantly. Please don’t say anything! I pleaded to him with my eyes, but Liam just smiled.
He pulled something out of his long black sleeves, “This is for you.” He handed over a comic that read Lord of the Rings, “I think you’ll enjoy this too.” He beamed, leaving me to a very much confused Harry.
“What was that for?”
I gazed down at the comic book, the inside of me curious about it, but the other me finding anything to say to Harry, “I don’t know?” was all I managed to squeak out.
Notes
So from the last chapter even though the votes are still ongoing, the results I've seen so far are as follows:Liam: 2
Niall: 1
Louis: 2
Zayn: 0 poor Zayn!
Harry: too many lol
you guys are Harry addicts!
If you read this chapter, here's another random poll:
What is one nerd thing you guys are kinda afraid to admit to in the real world with your friends? Or if you aren't afraid to admit it, what's your one huge nerd addiction?
Here's for Harry winning xD
I think that Marcel should admit to the whole school that its him as Harry but apologize to Isabel and Harry for ruining their relationship. I'm a bit confused though about this, because why would Marcel say he was Harry at all? Idk y I'm so confused...
4/15/14