Marcel’s POV:

It has been a few days since the incident happened, and Isabel has been coming down to the club every day after school. I could tell it was forced, and she was trying her hardest to avoid Harry who came to our class everyday and try to talk to her. I had to admit I was impressed with him for not giving up.

I sighed as Isabel came in and sat down in the corner, being quiet again, “Isabel, you don’t have to force yourself to come here.”

“I want to, it’s not forcing myself.” She stared at the desk, not making eye contact with me.

I got up and yanked her to her feet; she was surprised but actually followed me. We stopped outside of the club, I peered around to make sure no one was near and decided to tell her something, “Okay Isabel I’m going to tell you something.”

She stared at me curiously, “What?”

“You have to promise to be honest with me. Will you?”

She frowned at that, clearly hiding something, “Okay…”

“I want you to know that I do…” I looked down at my feet, getting nervous now, “I l-like you.” I whispered out.

I peeked up at her, seeing her sad smile, she put her hand on my face and whispered, “I like you too Marcel.”

I moved out of her reach, “Isabel you don’t have to lie to me anymore, I know how you feel, and I know the one you really want is Harry.”

Her eyes rounded in shock, “N-no I don’t.”

It was my turn now to smile sadly, “You stuttering like that just prove it. I may like you, but I’m not a terrible person to keep you bound to me like this when your heart is somewhere else. I do want to say though, that I would like to at least be friends with you.” I dropped my eyes afraid of her answer.

She laughed, which startled me, “Isabel?”

“Of course I can’t fool a smart kid.” She kept laughing which made me smile, she hadn’t been this happy in a while now, “How about this, I’ll help you to find someone special for you?”

I didn’t know if this was what I really wanted, but I reluctantly agreed, whatever made her happy I was willing to do for her, I just wish she would see that, “Sure.”

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Isabel’s POV:

I sighed out in relief from what Marcel told me, I didn’t have to force myself to be with him anymore, and I could still be around him without letting the girls in class know I wasn’t doing the plan anymore. Now the hard part was dealing with Harry and what to explain to him about that morning.

I decided to just worry about Marcel for now. I really did want to help him, he was a nice a guy, so he deserved someone good for him, “Do you ever take your glasses off?” I waltzed over to where he was sitting in the club room. Today it was just the two of us.

He flicked his hands up to his face, holding onto his glasses as if I was going to snatch them right off his face, “No.”

“Why not? These glasses make you super nerdy.” He glared at that, “Hey! If we are going to be friends we are going to be straight with each other, no secrets!” I felt a bit guilty that I would never spill my secret, but I wanted him to feel comfortable with me.

“I don’t want to take them off.”

“But why?” I tried to pressure the answer out of him.

“I can’t see.” He shrugged like I should have known that.

I scoffed at him, “There’s a thing called contacts stupid!” I hit him on the head.

“Hey!” he glared at me again, which made me giggle. He relaxed at that, “I don’t want to…” he threw his hands up quickly before I could reply, “Why I don’t wear contacts, or take my glasses off is because…” he frowned pausing.

“It’s okay to tell me.” I urged him to continue.

“You see I got in a car accident a while back. I hit my head pretty badly which caused a lot of brain damage, and the main brain damage was my eyesight. I had to wear glasses after that. I feel that if I need to wear something, it’s going to be a part of me. If people can’t accept that, then what’s the point of staying friends with them? So I'm just being me, I don’t need to impress anyone, if someone’s going to like me, like me the way I am now, not some lie.”

I felt bad trying to fix him up for a girl that speech was amazing and I hope someone one day would realize the good in him, I smiled at him, “I’m sorry for pressuring you then.”

He shrugged, “Its okay.”

“Can I try something though?” I walked to him slowly waiting for his answer.

He narrowed his eyes at me, putting his hands back on his glasses, “what do you want to do?”

“I’m not going to take your glasses off!”

He sat there for a while, and then agreed, “Okay…”

I smiled at his answer, and finished the rest of the way to him, “Okay, don’t get mad.” I put my hands gently through his slicked back hair, his expression turning soft, then I shook my hands wildly through it, messing his hair up.

“What are you doing?” he freaked out, trying to stop me.

“Just wait!” I yelled at him, ruffling his hair up more, the gel in it was making it hard to get his hair back to his normal way.

“Stop!” he yelled grabbing my arms too quickly, causing us to stumble.

“What are you guys doing?” a girl had appeared at the foot of the door, looking at us with pure horror.

I got off of Marcel, smoothing my clothes out, “I’m sorry, I was just trying something.”

She glared at me, “Try something on your kind!”

“Excuse me?” I was taken back.

“Lily clam down.” Marcel got up off the floor, walking over to where I was, “We weren’t doing anything, and plus that’s not the way to treat people.”

“She doesn’t belong in here!” she became hysterical, storming out of the club room.

“What was that for?” I turned to Marcel confused.

“I don’t know?” he was just as confused, when I smiled. His hair was still thick in certain areas, but messing it up, gave him this cute bed head style. I could see bits of curls coming loose amongst the gel that had hairs sticking out all over.

I laughed at that, “You look so silly!”

He glared at me, storming over to a mirror that was in the room looking at his hair, “Damn it Isabel.” He muttered trying to push his hair back the way it was, but it just wouldn’t cooperate. He finally stopped, just messing with it more so the rest of the odd spikes would come down, leaving him with his curls.

He turned to me, clearly angry, “Why did you do that?”

“Wow…” I looked him over. He actually looked decent, messy curls instead of slicked back hair, and the thick rimmed glasses actually commented him with the curls, his green eyes shiny now. (What Marcel looks like without his hair slicked back)


He blushed, “Don’t look at me, I’m a mess.”

I giggled at that, “You are such a girl! You know Marcel; you look sexy with this look. Any girl would jump your bones.”

He blushed even harder at that.

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Harry’s POV:

Something about what Zayn said that morning was bothering me.
*Flashback*

“Hurting Harry?” I turned to a smirking Zayn.

“What do you want?” I was in no mood for his games.

“Oh nothing.” He smirked more, walking slowly towards the schools doors, “But you know I would keep an eye on things in school. A storm is about to approach, you don’t want a certain someone to lose something important to her, do you?” he laughed at that.

“What do you mean?” he just smiled as he ran up the stairs and into the school, leaving me with million of questions.

*End flashback*

I know what Zayn does in his spare time. It started off as just a game to pass his time, he would charge a small amount to students in our school do a prank on someone to get back at them, but when it started becoming something that people wanted him to do a lot, he changed everything. He went from small pranks to a full on death wish. He only took on serious revenges for a large amount of money.

His motto was, “There’s no better game than messing with the mind of my prey.” He took every request seriously, played people like his own personal chess pieces, and ended the game with a terrible after taste. There was even one case a while back, no one knew what happened and it was even on the news that was no one knew except Zayn and the person who requested it. He played a game with a girl so badly that she went and committed suicide, that’s how bad his end results are.

If his new prey was Isabel, I was going to do everything in my power to stop him, and that meant I had to get her back, and get her back quickly.

I went to Isabel’s class everyday since that morning, trying to talk to her, do anything, but she just wouldn’t see me, she did everything she could to avoid me. It hurt a lot, but I wasn’t about to give up yet, she was my dream girl, and that’s who I wanted, no one else.
I started leaving her flowers with notes, but she would throw them away. I would leave cutesy candy boxes with notes, but she would give them to other girls. I would wait outside her class, but she would run away from me. It has been a week since the break up, and nothing was working against her, but I had one more plan up my sleeve. If this didn’t get her, then I didn’t know what would.

I went around to all the senior classes, handing out papers, giving some to girls and asking them to spread it around the school; hopefully this would lure her in.

/ / /

I gazed around outside, noticing the weather was just right for this moment. I strolled over to my pick up, hopped in and roared it up. I moved it closer to the exist of the school so I wouldn’t get in trouble with the teachers or anything. I idled my truck to a stop, glancing down at my guitar. I took in a nervous breath.

I have never sung out loud to anyone, but I was willing to for Isabel. I grabbed my acoustic guitar and hopped out of my truck, going to the back and climbing into the bed. I strung the guitar making sure it was tuned perfectly, sitting on top of the roof of my truck, catching a small crowd coming my way. I smiled at my network of girls. I knew they would come through for me.

Being popular was good sometimes, especially incidents like this. I gazed out on the sea of kids that kept growing now, not catching Isabel’s face at all. I frowned at that, she had to come for this to work. I caught a glimpse of Zayn off to the side, as I turned away speaking to the crowd of freshman to seniors, “Okay everyone, my name is Harry styles, if you don’t even know that, well you guys are definitely living under a rock.”

Everyone laughed at that, “I’m going to do a mini little concert for you guys, so I hope you will enjoy.” I smirked, “Now who wants to volunteer a song up for me to do?”

A bunch of hands flew up from girls; I peered around and stopped on a small little brunette, “What song?” I asked her.

She blushed at me picking her, “Um…” I couldn’t hear the last part she said as she mumbled off shyly.

“What song?” I leaned closer trying to hear her.

“Here’s to Never Growing up by Avril Lavigne.”

The guys in the crowd laughed at that, someone yelling out, “Harry would never know a song like that.

I put my hand out for her; she looked around nervously as she placed her small hand into mine. I pulled her up, grabbing her and sliding her into the truck, “well, this Harry does know that song.” I winked at her.

I tuned my guitar quickly and started strumming the song, bobbing my head gently, the girls in the crowd started swaying to the beat. I smiled as the plan was working out the way I wanted, I had to get the girls to enjoy it to get the guys to enjoy it and hopefully get Isabel here.

I turned to the small girl who was nervous in my truck, “Start it off baby.” I cooed to her.
She blushed as she willing sang out, a beautiful voice if I might point out:

Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
As the boom box blaring as we’re falling in love
Got a bottle of whatever, but its getting us drunk

I bit down on my lip liking her style, I grabbed down and swung my electric guitar on, the base already on as I yelled out to everyone, “Scream it guys!” I knew that everyone knew this song, so I could rely on them and sure enough, everyone screamed out:

Here’s to never growing up!

I smirked as I strummed fast on the guitar everyone dancing like they were in a club. I stopped quickly pulling up a few more girls, and letting them dance around me, as I sang loudly to the song:

Call up all our friends, go hard this weekend
For no damn reason, I don’t think we’ll ever change
Meet you at the spot, half past ten o’clock
We don’t ever stop, and we’re never gonna change

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Isabel’s POV:

I left the club room looking around at the empty hallways, it was lunch and usually people were all around going out for lunch and stuff. I peered down at a flier that was on the floor, the same paper scattered all over the place, and it read:

Harry Styles will be giving a special performance at lunch in the student parking lot, with a special invitation that will only be present at that time. If you are not there you will not be allowed in for the special event!

I frowned at the paper, confused, yet curious. I turned around to jump, Marcel right behind me reading the paper too. He smiled down at me, pushing his messy curls out of his face, “We should go and check it out. You never know.”

I smiled at him, “Sure.” We both headed out to the student parking lot. I could see a large crowd dancing out at the end of it, a guitar playing loudly and someone singing beautifully. I squinted my eyes so I could see better and noticed Harry jamming out on his truck surrounded by several girls. I stopped dead in my tracks, not wanting to see him happy around other girls.

Marcel saw it too, “Come on, I don’t think he’s with them. Just check it out for a few minutes then decide what you want to do.”

Marcel was a smart friend to have; I nodded my head, and reluctantly made my way to the mini concert, my heart breaking as I saw the girls all over him.

We’ll be running down the street, yelling “Kiss my ass!”

Everyone was singing along as we finally reached the group. I felt like I was at a real concert.

I’m like yeah whatever, we’re still living like that
When the sun’s going down, we’ll be raising our cups
Singing here’s to never growing up

I had to admit he was amazing, he knew how to make things fun, I was about to turn around, when his eyes flicked my way, a huge grin spreading on his face.

Notes

Random poll time guys! :D Since I've seen some of you guys were upset about her leaving Harry I'm curious, who do you want Isabel to end up with in the end????

Been hanging out a lot with my boyfriend lately, and boy does he hate when I talk about One Direction lol xD