The Boyfriend List (Harry and Marcel fanfic)
Chpt 12: Let the Game's Begin
Harry’s POV:
I stood there awkwardly as Isabel cried, never explaining why she was so upset. Eleanor and Louis joined as Eleanor took Isabel to the restrooms, leaving Louis and I there confused, “What did you do Harry?” Louis turned to me in disbelief.
“I didn’t do anything!” I yelled out angrily.
“What was she crying so hard about?” he peered at me skeptical.
“Lou. I am your best mate, do you not believe me now?” I glared at him, picking up Isabel’s mask, the stupid councilor’s superstition running through my head.
“I don’t know Harry? You are my best lad and all, but you have a bad habit of making girls cry.” He laughed teasing me.
“Not funny Lou!” I glowered.
“Maybe you shouldn’t reject everyone.” He smirked at me being uncomfortable.
I was about to say something back but decided against it, and just left Louis there, “Wait Harry! I do think I know a little bit about what’s going on with Isabel.”
I turned on him quickly, “What do you know?”
“Well when I was searching for her, someone else had got to her before me, and I couldn’t reach her. I think whoever she danced with must have said something.”
Louis seemed upset, so I believed him, “Lets go find Eleanor and Isabel.”
We both left the hall to search for our girlfriends, when someone stepped in front of us, “Harry.”
I knew exactly who it was from his voice, “Dad.”
“Who’s your friend here?” I knew he was checking up on me, making sure I was with a suitable friend of the right upbringing, “Dad this is Louis Tomlinson. Louis, this is Des Styles, the governor of Florida.”
I could see his eyes approving even through his mask, “The son of Troy Austin? I did hear he had a kid.”
I saw Louis’s lips thin out in anger, holding back what he wish he could say, “Dad, we have to go.”
“Nice meeting you son.” I watched as my dad shook Louis’s hand, Louis trying everything in him to not crush his hand.
“Let’s go.” I whispered pulling Louis with me.
“Your dad is a prick.”
I raised an eyebrow, “You learned all that in just one question?”
“Yes. You could just see through to his dead soul, that he has to have you with rich friends.” Louis spat out, “I don’t even want to be connected with my dad, even hear his name around me.” Louis took off in front me, storming around in complete anger.
“Hey Lou!” he swirled around, almost toppling over with so much anger, “I’m sorry okay. To let you know, I never did pick you just because of your parent’s background. I love you lad, you’re my best mate.”
Louis settled down after that, shaking his head and smiling, “Love you too mate.” As he strolled over, thumping his arm around me, the both of us together, walking to find Eleanor and Isabel.
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Isabel’s POV:
I slid down the wall in the ladies restroom, ignoring the older ladies looks of disapproval, “Do you want a wet cloth?” Eleanor was sweet and trying to be nice to me without prying too much.
“That’s okay, but thank you.” I smiled up at her worried face.
I patted the ground next to me, asking her to sit down, she peered around, fixing her mask, then sat cautiously next to me, “It’s okay Eleanor, I’m not going to ruin your reputation.”
She pursed her lips in embarrassment, “Its not that…it’s not that at all. My mom…lets say she is very strict.” She peered down at her hands, “I can’t make her look bad, so I just don’t want anyone to know its me.” She whispered out.
“I’m sorry.” I smacked into her with my shoulder, getting a smile from her, “I didn’t know parents like your guys’ were that bad.”
“Oh trust me, mine isn’t anything compared to Harry’s, he has it worst. He can’t even bring a girl over because of his dad.”
“Really?” I was shocked, was it that bad?
“Yeah. When I first met Harry, he was in a spiraling pit of depression. Louis recently became friends with him, then I after. It took a long time to get him to trust us and into his heart. He may be quote on quote popular at your school, but he’s very closed off because of his dad.”
I looked down at my dress, and thought about what Eleanor said. I didn’t know he had life that bad. He always seemed so happy in school, but just like the mask that was taken off of me, it’s easy to hide your true self.
“Do you know about the superstition?” I whispered.
Eleanor stared at me, “That silly one that the old people made a long time ago about your mask coming off you get bad luck?”
“Yeah that one.” I nodded.
“What about it?” she urged me on.
“Some guy that seeked me out for that dance, he said he had been watching me this entire time…” I scrunched my eyebrows together, afraid to recall what happened. I actually believe in things like that, “He purposefully took my mask off, saying he hoped nothing bad happened to something important to me.”
I could recall his eyes so clearly, the dark swirling brown of danger, like it was sucking in every inch of my happiness.
I peeked over at Eleanor wondering why she was so quiet, she took her mask off, and stared at me with a look of horror on, “I would be very careful being around Harry, Isabel.”
“Why?” fear started seeping into me.
“His dad has power to extinguish anyone from Harry’s life.” She whispered.
“What do you mean by that?” I was starting to get really worried.
“That is something I’m not in line to talk about, that’s for Harry to tell you when he’s ready.”
“But…” I stopped after seeing her hurt expression, knowing I was not going to get anywhere.
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Marcel’s POV:
I woke up to a lot of loud movement; I jumped up wondering where the hell I was, until I realized I had fallen asleep in Isabel’s room. I blushed in embarrassment and peered around for the noise.
“What the hell!” I heard her scream out from the window. I jumped out of her bed and maneuvered out of her oncoming reach, “What are you doing in here, you pervert!”
I felt my heart squeeze, “I’m not a pervert. You left me here!” I tried to calm her down, but she kept coming at me, as I kept ducking away from her.
“You were sleeping in my bed!” She hissed, her face growing redder by the second.
“No no no no!” I threw my hands up in defense, “You left me here. Remember I was here before you left.”
She slowly stopped, trying to remember, her eyes narrowing after a while, “That’s right. Why are you still in my room though?” she sank on her bed, as if giving up.
“I was waiting for you.”
“Waiting for what Marcel?”
“To talk to you.” I whispered out.
She sighed, lying down now, “Marcel I don’t have the energy to talk right now.”
I panicked, if I didn’t do something, Zayn was going to have my ass served on a platter, “Isabel please?” I begged.
“Marcel, really I'm tired please leave.” She turned away from me, facing towards the wall.
“But you’re the only one who can save me…” I whispered out, waiting for her to say anything. I pursed my lips in disappointment, “I understand.” I opened the door and left her house, heading to what was waiting for me at mine.
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Isabel’s POV:
I laid there as Marcel whispered, “But you’re the only one who can save me…” I frowned wondering what he meant by that. I had too much on my plate now to deal with his silly games to make me talk to him. After I left the ball room Harry was quiet and giving me my space, but I wanted to know what Eleanor was talking about, but I was too afraid to ask him.
I heard the door open and Marcel leave, I turned around seeing he was gone. I was going to have to talk to Annabel tomorrow morning, tell her I wanted out of this.
I stood there awkwardly as Isabel cried, never explaining why she was so upset. Eleanor and Louis joined as Eleanor took Isabel to the restrooms, leaving Louis and I there confused, “What did you do Harry?” Louis turned to me in disbelief.
“I didn’t do anything!” I yelled out angrily.
“What was she crying so hard about?” he peered at me skeptical.
“Lou. I am your best mate, do you not believe me now?” I glared at him, picking up Isabel’s mask, the stupid councilor’s superstition running through my head.
“I don’t know Harry? You are my best lad and all, but you have a bad habit of making girls cry.” He laughed teasing me.
“Not funny Lou!” I glowered.
“Maybe you shouldn’t reject everyone.” He smirked at me being uncomfortable.
I was about to say something back but decided against it, and just left Louis there, “Wait Harry! I do think I know a little bit about what’s going on with Isabel.”
I turned on him quickly, “What do you know?”
“Well when I was searching for her, someone else had got to her before me, and I couldn’t reach her. I think whoever she danced with must have said something.”
Louis seemed upset, so I believed him, “Lets go find Eleanor and Isabel.”
We both left the hall to search for our girlfriends, when someone stepped in front of us, “Harry.”
I knew exactly who it was from his voice, “Dad.”
“Who’s your friend here?” I knew he was checking up on me, making sure I was with a suitable friend of the right upbringing, “Dad this is Louis Tomlinson. Louis, this is Des Styles, the governor of Florida.”
I could see his eyes approving even through his mask, “The son of Troy Austin? I did hear he had a kid.”
I saw Louis’s lips thin out in anger, holding back what he wish he could say, “Dad, we have to go.”
“Nice meeting you son.” I watched as my dad shook Louis’s hand, Louis trying everything in him to not crush his hand.
“Let’s go.” I whispered pulling Louis with me.
“Your dad is a prick.”
I raised an eyebrow, “You learned all that in just one question?”
“Yes. You could just see through to his dead soul, that he has to have you with rich friends.” Louis spat out, “I don’t even want to be connected with my dad, even hear his name around me.” Louis took off in front me, storming around in complete anger.
“Hey Lou!” he swirled around, almost toppling over with so much anger, “I’m sorry okay. To let you know, I never did pick you just because of your parent’s background. I love you lad, you’re my best mate.”
Louis settled down after that, shaking his head and smiling, “Love you too mate.” As he strolled over, thumping his arm around me, the both of us together, walking to find Eleanor and Isabel.
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Isabel’s POV:
I slid down the wall in the ladies restroom, ignoring the older ladies looks of disapproval, “Do you want a wet cloth?” Eleanor was sweet and trying to be nice to me without prying too much.
“That’s okay, but thank you.” I smiled up at her worried face.
I patted the ground next to me, asking her to sit down, she peered around, fixing her mask, then sat cautiously next to me, “It’s okay Eleanor, I’m not going to ruin your reputation.”
She pursed her lips in embarrassment, “Its not that…it’s not that at all. My mom…lets say she is very strict.” She peered down at her hands, “I can’t make her look bad, so I just don’t want anyone to know its me.” She whispered out.
“I’m sorry.” I smacked into her with my shoulder, getting a smile from her, “I didn’t know parents like your guys’ were that bad.”
“Oh trust me, mine isn’t anything compared to Harry’s, he has it worst. He can’t even bring a girl over because of his dad.”
“Really?” I was shocked, was it that bad?
“Yeah. When I first met Harry, he was in a spiraling pit of depression. Louis recently became friends with him, then I after. It took a long time to get him to trust us and into his heart. He may be quote on quote popular at your school, but he’s very closed off because of his dad.”
I looked down at my dress, and thought about what Eleanor said. I didn’t know he had life that bad. He always seemed so happy in school, but just like the mask that was taken off of me, it’s easy to hide your true self.
“Do you know about the superstition?” I whispered.
Eleanor stared at me, “That silly one that the old people made a long time ago about your mask coming off you get bad luck?”
“Yeah that one.” I nodded.
“What about it?” she urged me on.
“Some guy that seeked me out for that dance, he said he had been watching me this entire time…” I scrunched my eyebrows together, afraid to recall what happened. I actually believe in things like that, “He purposefully took my mask off, saying he hoped nothing bad happened to something important to me.”
I could recall his eyes so clearly, the dark swirling brown of danger, like it was sucking in every inch of my happiness.
I peeked over at Eleanor wondering why she was so quiet, she took her mask off, and stared at me with a look of horror on, “I would be very careful being around Harry, Isabel.”
“Why?” fear started seeping into me.
“His dad has power to extinguish anyone from Harry’s life.” She whispered.
“What do you mean by that?” I was starting to get really worried.
“That is something I’m not in line to talk about, that’s for Harry to tell you when he’s ready.”
“But…” I stopped after seeing her hurt expression, knowing I was not going to get anywhere.
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Marcel’s POV:
I woke up to a lot of loud movement; I jumped up wondering where the hell I was, until I realized I had fallen asleep in Isabel’s room. I blushed in embarrassment and peered around for the noise.
“What the hell!” I heard her scream out from the window. I jumped out of her bed and maneuvered out of her oncoming reach, “What are you doing in here, you pervert!”
I felt my heart squeeze, “I’m not a pervert. You left me here!” I tried to calm her down, but she kept coming at me, as I kept ducking away from her.
“You were sleeping in my bed!” She hissed, her face growing redder by the second.
“No no no no!” I threw my hands up in defense, “You left me here. Remember I was here before you left.”
She slowly stopped, trying to remember, her eyes narrowing after a while, “That’s right. Why are you still in my room though?” she sank on her bed, as if giving up.
“I was waiting for you.”
“Waiting for what Marcel?”
“To talk to you.” I whispered out.
She sighed, lying down now, “Marcel I don’t have the energy to talk right now.”
I panicked, if I didn’t do something, Zayn was going to have my ass served on a platter, “Isabel please?” I begged.
“Marcel, really I'm tired please leave.” She turned away from me, facing towards the wall.
“But you’re the only one who can save me…” I whispered out, waiting for her to say anything. I pursed my lips in disappointment, “I understand.” I opened the door and left her house, heading to what was waiting for me at mine.
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Isabel’s POV:
I laid there as Marcel whispered, “But you’re the only one who can save me…” I frowned wondering what he meant by that. I had too much on my plate now to deal with his silly games to make me talk to him. After I left the ball room Harry was quiet and giving me my space, but I wanted to know what Eleanor was talking about, but I was too afraid to ask him.
I heard the door open and Marcel leave, I turned around seeing he was gone. I was going to have to talk to Annabel tomorrow morning, tell her I wanted out of this.
Notes
Okay my fellow readers, I have an important question for you for the story. Now I have two endings this story can do, I'm perfectly happy with either or, but I'm having a difficult time picking which way to go. Sine you guys are the readers, I'll have you guys pick without ruining the ending for you. I have a while before the story pawns off to the two different paths, so I can wait for your guys replies, but here we go xDEnding paths:
1.) leads to a happy ending, whether you like it or not, it ends with who I want it to end with.
2.) leads to a happy ending, but has huge events in it that may upset the readers, and by may, I mean majorally upset you guys *cries I'm sorry* this ending has a sequel to it, but its the story line that may make you guys not happy too.
so there's the two choices. If you want to vote go ahead, if not, I'll try very hard to decide which one I choose :O
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