The Boyfriend List (Harry and Marcel fanfic)
Chpt 11: Dance to the Best Song Ever
Isabel’s POV:
Harry walked cautiously to the front of the truck, “Hey Lou how we doing?”
“Pretty good, thought for a moment you guys wouldn’t make it.” Louis chuckled.
I nervously went to Harry peering into the truck, “Hi Lou.”
“Hey Isabel. Oh this is Eleanor by the way, she’s my one and only girlfriend.” I turned to the girl in the passenger seat, she was beautiful.
“It’s nice to meet you!” she yelled out so that I could hear over the wind.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” I gazed around; standing up in a moving truck was freaking me out, watching the buildings zoom past us, “Where are we going?”
“Just be patient.” Harry smiled, sliding down into the truck bed, pulling me down with him. He intertwined his fingers with mine, his smile contagious, “So what do you think?”
“About this?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He appeared to be nervous about my answer.
I chuckled softly, “So far I think it’s weird…” his face fell in disappointment, I put a finger up for him to wait, “But I think it’s really fun too. I’m excited to see what’s going to happen later.”
His smile returned at that, “I’m glad you like it so far.” he brought my hand up to his lips, kissing my hand gently.
We sat there in silence, not bad silence, but nice peaceful silence. I laid my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes and taking him in. I still couldn’t believe Harry was my boyfriend, and that I was here with him right now.
I felt the truck come to a stop, the doors opening, “We’re here!” Louis yelled in excitement. I opened my eyes and peered around. We had stopped in front of a huge building; several people walking into it dressed the same way as Harry and I, and Louis too. I stifled a laugh at Louis’s look.
“What’s this place?” I held Harry’s hand as he helped me out of the truck.
“This is a special event that happens only once a year.” Eleanor spoke up, “It’s been exactly one year since Louis and I got together.” She leaned in and kissed Louis.
“Congratulations.” I smiled at them, “So this is how you guys met?”
“Yeah.” Louis laughed, scratching his head, “This is a masquerade ball. You can only get invited through the top people of the city.”
“Really? How did you guys get invited?” I glanced around at all of them.
“Well, my dad runs a huge restaurant chain in the state.” Louis moved his shoe around in the dirt, acting nervous.
“What about you?” I looked at Eleanor.
“My mom is on the board for public events like this, so naturally she would have her family here.”
I peered at Harry, “And you?” I was nervous to hear he was rich as popular.
“My dad is the governor of Florida.” He shyly shrugged his shoulders like it was a well known fact.
I dropped my jaw, “You’re Des Styles’ son?”
“Yeah.” He looked around not wanting to talk more about it.
“I didn’t know that.” I whispered.
“Well let’s go in.” Louis interrupted.
“This is yours.” Harry handed over a beautifully white carved mask, “You have to wear it in the ball room.”
I took it and gingerly put it on, afraid it would break.
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Marcel’s POV:
I crawled out of my hiding place, staring blankly at the open window, the curtains flying softly in the cold spring wind. I sighed, about to leave when I thought better of it. I didn’t want to get the shit beat out of me, so I was going to stay until she came back.
I paced around inspecting everything. Her room looked like a plain old girls room. Blue everywhere, with posters here and there, pictures of her and her family and friends, then there was her desk. What was on her desk was what got my attention.
Isabel being popular and all I was surprised to see the stuff neatly placed on it. I traced the Lord of the ring figures that were at the top corner of her desk, a smile creeping on my face. I caught the comic book I saw Liam leave with in a hurry placed neatly on her desk. I saw a 3ds placed into a cubby with games; I read the games; Animal Crossing, Pokémon, Zelda, and others. I laughed to myself. She was more a nerd than she thought she was.
I smiled gently, as I sat down on her bed, wondering when she would be back.
Ring, ring.
I peered down at my cell phone, wondering who was calling me. I don’t give my number out to people, but it wasn’t a number I recognized. I answered it, “Hello?”
“Marcel.” I could hear Zayn purring on the other end.
“W-what do you w-want?” I stuttered, afraid to tell him I got no where.
“So, tell me where you are at in this?” I could feel his evil grin spreading.
“Um…” I was racking my mind to find something to satisfy him.
“You didn’t get anywhere huh?” I heard him chuckle.
“Her agreeing to being my friend should be good enough right now!” I retorted.
“Not really.” He dully replied.
“Zayn…” I was about to beg.
“Expect to see me sometime soon. Until then, I have a very important date to attend.” He laughed hanging up.
I shoved my phone into my pocket, forcing myself to not cry. This was not my day. I sighed, lying down on Isabel’s bed, hoping she was going to return as quickly as possible.
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Isabel’s POV:
We entered the grand ball room. It was enormous! Huge crystal chandeliers hanging down from the high ceiling. Gold trim circling the entire surfaces of the room. Gorgeous paintings hanging on the walls, beautiful tables set up, with gorgeously placed food, and the best of all, was the people dancing around in the middle of the ball room. There were hundreds of people handsomely dressed up, all kinds of masks hiding everyone’s identity. It was a very spectacular area.
“Wow.” I finally squeaked out.
“Care to dance my lady?” Harry bowed placing his hand to me.
I giggled, “Yes sire.” I placed my gloved hand into his as he swung me into the mass of dancers.
We danced a few dances, laughing and enjoying the night away, when someone announced at the front of the room, “We will now have a mingling of others partners.”
“What?” I looked at Harry.
“We dance with other people. For this dance, the guys seek out a woman to have one dance with.”
“I have to dance with someone else?” I panicked not knowing what to do with all these rich people.
“Its okay, that’s why it’s perfect that there are four of us.” He smiled at me.
“Four?” I was so confused.
“Louis and Eleanor. Louis will ask you to dance, and I will ask Eleanor. It gives both of us calm of mind that no other guy will hit on the ladies.” He winked.
“You are so corny.” I laughed.
“Please make your way to the walls.” The guy announced. I watched as woman and men separated on opposite walls.
“Well I will take my leave then.” I smiled; Harry gently kissed my cheek as we parted ways.
I gazed at the line of men, losing sight of Harry amongst all the masked men. I frowned hoping Louis would know which one I was.
The music started playing as the guys made their way across the room. I peered around nervously looking for Louis when someone stepped in front of me, “May I have this dance?”
“Um…” I looked around him trying to find Louis, or even Harry at that.
“Ahem?” the guy coughed out.
I frowned, “Okay.” I whispered placing my hand into his.
I looked around quickly, not catching Louis or Harry, “Are you unsatisfied with me?” the guy asked.
“Oh, no.” I replied nervously as he took me to the center of the room, pulling me closely as we started circling.
“I have been watching you for a while now.” He said quietly.
I stumbled, as he steadied me, “what?” I tried to move away.
He kept me close, not letting me go, “You know these events have a silly superstition behind it.” He ignored my question, “They say if the mask is to come off before the nights over that an extremely terrible fate is to come for the person.” A smile creeped on his face.
I pulled away from him, “What do you want?”
He came to me as I backed away, running through the crowd, I came to a stop at the wall, as I heard his deep chuckle behind me, “You know, I do love myself a game of tag, but you are a very important piece to a whole larger plan.” He came to me as I pushed myself against the wall trying to get out of his reach. He caught a strand of my hair, bringing it to his face and kissing it gently, “I do hope you will give me a pleasant ending.” He released my hair, touching my cheek softly, his finger slipping up and underneath my mask. With a quick flick, my mask fell off, a smirk on his face, “I hope you don’t lose anything too important.”
“Isabel!” I turned to the side, tears threatening to spill over as the man disappeared amongst the crowd.
“Harry?” I stumbled to him, falling into his arms, crying.
“What’s wrong?” he pulled me up looking into my eyes.
I cried in his arms, not answering his question.
Who was that and what did he mean by plan?
Harry walked cautiously to the front of the truck, “Hey Lou how we doing?”
“Pretty good, thought for a moment you guys wouldn’t make it.” Louis chuckled.
I nervously went to Harry peering into the truck, “Hi Lou.”
“Hey Isabel. Oh this is Eleanor by the way, she’s my one and only girlfriend.” I turned to the girl in the passenger seat, she was beautiful.
“It’s nice to meet you!” she yelled out so that I could hear over the wind.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” I gazed around; standing up in a moving truck was freaking me out, watching the buildings zoom past us, “Where are we going?”
“Just be patient.” Harry smiled, sliding down into the truck bed, pulling me down with him. He intertwined his fingers with mine, his smile contagious, “So what do you think?”
“About this?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He appeared to be nervous about my answer.
I chuckled softly, “So far I think it’s weird…” his face fell in disappointment, I put a finger up for him to wait, “But I think it’s really fun too. I’m excited to see what’s going to happen later.”
His smile returned at that, “I’m glad you like it so far.” he brought my hand up to his lips, kissing my hand gently.
We sat there in silence, not bad silence, but nice peaceful silence. I laid my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes and taking him in. I still couldn’t believe Harry was my boyfriend, and that I was here with him right now.
I felt the truck come to a stop, the doors opening, “We’re here!” Louis yelled in excitement. I opened my eyes and peered around. We had stopped in front of a huge building; several people walking into it dressed the same way as Harry and I, and Louis too. I stifled a laugh at Louis’s look.
“What’s this place?” I held Harry’s hand as he helped me out of the truck.
“This is a special event that happens only once a year.” Eleanor spoke up, “It’s been exactly one year since Louis and I got together.” She leaned in and kissed Louis.
“Congratulations.” I smiled at them, “So this is how you guys met?”
“Yeah.” Louis laughed, scratching his head, “This is a masquerade ball. You can only get invited through the top people of the city.”
“Really? How did you guys get invited?” I glanced around at all of them.
“Well, my dad runs a huge restaurant chain in the state.” Louis moved his shoe around in the dirt, acting nervous.
“What about you?” I looked at Eleanor.
“My mom is on the board for public events like this, so naturally she would have her family here.”
I peered at Harry, “And you?” I was nervous to hear he was rich as popular.
“My dad is the governor of Florida.” He shyly shrugged his shoulders like it was a well known fact.
I dropped my jaw, “You’re Des Styles’ son?”
“Yeah.” He looked around not wanting to talk more about it.
“I didn’t know that.” I whispered.
“Well let’s go in.” Louis interrupted.
“This is yours.” Harry handed over a beautifully white carved mask, “You have to wear it in the ball room.”
I took it and gingerly put it on, afraid it would break.
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Marcel’s POV:
I crawled out of my hiding place, staring blankly at the open window, the curtains flying softly in the cold spring wind. I sighed, about to leave when I thought better of it. I didn’t want to get the shit beat out of me, so I was going to stay until she came back.
I paced around inspecting everything. Her room looked like a plain old girls room. Blue everywhere, with posters here and there, pictures of her and her family and friends, then there was her desk. What was on her desk was what got my attention.
Isabel being popular and all I was surprised to see the stuff neatly placed on it. I traced the Lord of the ring figures that were at the top corner of her desk, a smile creeping on my face. I caught the comic book I saw Liam leave with in a hurry placed neatly on her desk. I saw a 3ds placed into a cubby with games; I read the games; Animal Crossing, Pokémon, Zelda, and others. I laughed to myself. She was more a nerd than she thought she was.
I smiled gently, as I sat down on her bed, wondering when she would be back.
Ring, ring.
I peered down at my cell phone, wondering who was calling me. I don’t give my number out to people, but it wasn’t a number I recognized. I answered it, “Hello?”
“Marcel.” I could hear Zayn purring on the other end.
“W-what do you w-want?” I stuttered, afraid to tell him I got no where.
“So, tell me where you are at in this?” I could feel his evil grin spreading.
“Um…” I was racking my mind to find something to satisfy him.
“You didn’t get anywhere huh?” I heard him chuckle.
“Her agreeing to being my friend should be good enough right now!” I retorted.
“Not really.” He dully replied.
“Zayn…” I was about to beg.
“Expect to see me sometime soon. Until then, I have a very important date to attend.” He laughed hanging up.
I shoved my phone into my pocket, forcing myself to not cry. This was not my day. I sighed, lying down on Isabel’s bed, hoping she was going to return as quickly as possible.
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Isabel’s POV:
We entered the grand ball room. It was enormous! Huge crystal chandeliers hanging down from the high ceiling. Gold trim circling the entire surfaces of the room. Gorgeous paintings hanging on the walls, beautiful tables set up, with gorgeously placed food, and the best of all, was the people dancing around in the middle of the ball room. There were hundreds of people handsomely dressed up, all kinds of masks hiding everyone’s identity. It was a very spectacular area.
“Wow.” I finally squeaked out.
“Care to dance my lady?” Harry bowed placing his hand to me.
I giggled, “Yes sire.” I placed my gloved hand into his as he swung me into the mass of dancers.
We danced a few dances, laughing and enjoying the night away, when someone announced at the front of the room, “We will now have a mingling of others partners.”
“What?” I looked at Harry.
“We dance with other people. For this dance, the guys seek out a woman to have one dance with.”
“I have to dance with someone else?” I panicked not knowing what to do with all these rich people.
“Its okay, that’s why it’s perfect that there are four of us.” He smiled at me.
“Four?” I was so confused.
“Louis and Eleanor. Louis will ask you to dance, and I will ask Eleanor. It gives both of us calm of mind that no other guy will hit on the ladies.” He winked.
“You are so corny.” I laughed.
“Please make your way to the walls.” The guy announced. I watched as woman and men separated on opposite walls.
“Well I will take my leave then.” I smiled; Harry gently kissed my cheek as we parted ways.
I gazed at the line of men, losing sight of Harry amongst all the masked men. I frowned hoping Louis would know which one I was.
The music started playing as the guys made their way across the room. I peered around nervously looking for Louis when someone stepped in front of me, “May I have this dance?”
“Um…” I looked around him trying to find Louis, or even Harry at that.
“Ahem?” the guy coughed out.
I frowned, “Okay.” I whispered placing my hand into his.
I looked around quickly, not catching Louis or Harry, “Are you unsatisfied with me?” the guy asked.
“Oh, no.” I replied nervously as he took me to the center of the room, pulling me closely as we started circling.
“I have been watching you for a while now.” He said quietly.
I stumbled, as he steadied me, “what?” I tried to move away.
He kept me close, not letting me go, “You know these events have a silly superstition behind it.” He ignored my question, “They say if the mask is to come off before the nights over that an extremely terrible fate is to come for the person.” A smile creeped on his face.
I pulled away from him, “What do you want?”
He came to me as I backed away, running through the crowd, I came to a stop at the wall, as I heard his deep chuckle behind me, “You know, I do love myself a game of tag, but you are a very important piece to a whole larger plan.” He came to me as I pushed myself against the wall trying to get out of his reach. He caught a strand of my hair, bringing it to his face and kissing it gently, “I do hope you will give me a pleasant ending.” He released my hair, touching my cheek softly, his finger slipping up and underneath my mask. With a quick flick, my mask fell off, a smirk on his face, “I hope you don’t lose anything too important.”
“Isabel!” I turned to the side, tears threatening to spill over as the man disappeared amongst the crowd.
“Harry?” I stumbled to him, falling into his arms, crying.
“What’s wrong?” he pulled me up looking into my eyes.
I cried in his arms, not answering his question.
Who was that and what did he mean by plan?
Notes
I love writing stories that are super cute, yet have that fun twist drama too it! :D can't wait for my ideas to unfold for you guys. If you have any stories that are like what I just mentioned, feel free to leave a link in the comments and I'll check it out. :DAlso, thank you guys for your support and sweet comments to the story. A shout out to Mischkayo, your comment was super sweet and I'm glad you liked how I put the song and chapter ten together. I hope you and everyone else will keep enjoying the story. Thanks for the great motivation! :)
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