The Boyfriend List (Harry and Marcel fanfic)
Chpt 16: Calm Before the Storm
Harry’s POV:
I smiled at the sight of Isabel; I knew she was going to show eventually. I finished the song I was singing, peering at the crowd I decide to announce it, just so I could get her back; hopefully this would work, my second plan.
“Hey guys, if you liked this, there will be a party at my house tonight! I’ll be singing some more, so feel free to come by!” I shouted to the crowd.
I helped the girls down from my truck, who were happy and chatting away about the party already. I walked through the crowd to Niall and asked him something, noticing Isabel fidgeting off to the side with a kid I've never seen before. I frowned, and made my way towards her, as I walked by I whispered, “Come to the party.” Then I made my way to the school with the crowd.
/ / /
I stood in my house. It was an understatement to say it was a house, but I didn’t enjoy bragging about living in a mansion. I sighed as I decided what areas I wanted to block off, my dad was out on a business trip, but I still didn’t want people to destroy his stuff; when he was mad he was scary.
I taped off his office and room, and put away the valuables. I went over to the piano and put a sign on it to not touch. This was going to be a difficult party to handle, but I wanted it to happen so I could play out the rest of my plan to get her back.
I heard a knock on the door, “Hey.” I answered seeing Niall and Josh, “Thanks for doing this guys.”
“No problem mate.” Niall smiled, he entered the house peering around, “Nice place man.”
“Thanks.” I muttered.
I walked them over to an area that I created to be our stage, a drum set was put out, and a few guitars to choose from. Niall went straight to the guitars and picked one up right away, tuning it, “These are nice.” He gleamed at the guitar, as Josh went to the drum set testing it out.
“So will these do guys?” I asked them.
They both looked up from the equipment, answering at the same time, “Yeah.”
“Good.” I smiled. I grabbed my personal acoustic and joined the group. Telling them the plans for the night.
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Isabel’s POV:
“You’re not going?” I was disappointed; I didn’t want to go to his party alone.
“Sorry Iz, but I don’t feel like it.” Marcel muttered.
“Do you want to help pick my outfit out?” I asked instead.
“Sure.” He shrugged as we started heading to my place.
“Thanks.” I smiled hugging him tightly.
“You’re welcome.” He whispered.
I was already happy with how things came to be with Marcel and I. I didn’t have to worry anymore about faking things; I could just relax with him now. We were only a few steps away from the school, when someone yelled out to me, Marcel tensing up.
I turned around to see Zayn rushing over to us, “Hey, what’s up?”
He stopped, out of breath, “Sorry…hold…on…” I waited for him to catch his breath. I looked over at Marcel whose face was all pinched up in what looked like anger?
“You okay?” I whispered to him.
“I just want to go.” He mumbled under his breath.
Zayn peered up at us, “Okay. I wanted to catch up to you to let you know. I overheard something…”
He seemed worried, “What’s wrong?” I recalled what the mask man said, feeling uneasy now.
“I don’t know who they were, but there was a group of people saying something about Harry’s party. I didn’t catch all of it, but something may go down at Harry’s party tonight.”
My eyes widened, “What’s going to happen?”
“I don’t know?” he frowned down at his feet.
“Isabel, lets go to your house…now.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me down the street.
“What’s your problem Marcel? Zayn is trying to warn us about something!” I yanked my arm out of his grip, turning back to Zayn, “was it something dangerous, like Harry is in danger?”
Zayn appeared scared at that question, “I think so.” He whispered out.
“Isabel!” Marcel yelled at me, pulling me away from Zayn again.
“Marcel stop it!” I yanked away again, “I need to know what’s going on, Harry’s in danger.” I was freaking out now.
“Don’t listen to his lies.” He hissed at me.
I narrowed my eyes, “Are you jealous?”
He dropped his jaw at that, “How could you say that? I’m being serious! Zayn is to not be trusted!”
Zayn heard that, “I’m to not…be trusted?”
I turned quickly to him, “I’m sorry Zayn. Just ignore him, he’s being jealous.” I spat out, walking over to Zayn, leaving Marcel there furious.
“Don’t come to me when you realize his lies!” he yelled at us.
I shook my head in disappointment, I thought for a change I could get along with him, but he was just that same old weird kid in my class.
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Zayn’s POV:
Isabel turned away from Marcel, making her way back to the school. I peered down at Marcel, smirking out at him, winking. Marcel stormed over to me, taking me by surprise, “You better not lay a finger on her.” He hissed to me.
“She just fell into my plan exactly the way I predicted she would.” I laughed at him, looking back to make sure she wasn’t coming back this way.
Marcel looked like he was about to lurch out and punch me, but I know he wouldn’t because Isabel was still in view of us, “Do you want to know how I predict this ending will be?”
“You do anything to her, and you better pray you never see my face, because I will fucking kill you.”
I smiled at his threat, welcoming it in fact, “I predict she will never return your love, even when the finale happens, when she is hurt more than anything, she will. Never. Choose. You. Marcel.” I laughed as I turned to catch up with Isabel.
I smiled at the sight of Isabel; I knew she was going to show eventually. I finished the song I was singing, peering at the crowd I decide to announce it, just so I could get her back; hopefully this would work, my second plan.
“Hey guys, if you liked this, there will be a party at my house tonight! I’ll be singing some more, so feel free to come by!” I shouted to the crowd.
I helped the girls down from my truck, who were happy and chatting away about the party already. I walked through the crowd to Niall and asked him something, noticing Isabel fidgeting off to the side with a kid I've never seen before. I frowned, and made my way towards her, as I walked by I whispered, “Come to the party.” Then I made my way to the school with the crowd.
/ / /
I stood in my house. It was an understatement to say it was a house, but I didn’t enjoy bragging about living in a mansion. I sighed as I decided what areas I wanted to block off, my dad was out on a business trip, but I still didn’t want people to destroy his stuff; when he was mad he was scary.
I taped off his office and room, and put away the valuables. I went over to the piano and put a sign on it to not touch. This was going to be a difficult party to handle, but I wanted it to happen so I could play out the rest of my plan to get her back.
I heard a knock on the door, “Hey.” I answered seeing Niall and Josh, “Thanks for doing this guys.”
“No problem mate.” Niall smiled, he entered the house peering around, “Nice place man.”
“Thanks.” I muttered.
I walked them over to an area that I created to be our stage, a drum set was put out, and a few guitars to choose from. Niall went straight to the guitars and picked one up right away, tuning it, “These are nice.” He gleamed at the guitar, as Josh went to the drum set testing it out.
“So will these do guys?” I asked them.
They both looked up from the equipment, answering at the same time, “Yeah.”
“Good.” I smiled. I grabbed my personal acoustic and joined the group. Telling them the plans for the night.
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Isabel’s POV:
“You’re not going?” I was disappointed; I didn’t want to go to his party alone.
“Sorry Iz, but I don’t feel like it.” Marcel muttered.
“Do you want to help pick my outfit out?” I asked instead.
“Sure.” He shrugged as we started heading to my place.
“Thanks.” I smiled hugging him tightly.
“You’re welcome.” He whispered.
I was already happy with how things came to be with Marcel and I. I didn’t have to worry anymore about faking things; I could just relax with him now. We were only a few steps away from the school, when someone yelled out to me, Marcel tensing up.
I turned around to see Zayn rushing over to us, “Hey, what’s up?”
He stopped, out of breath, “Sorry…hold…on…” I waited for him to catch his breath. I looked over at Marcel whose face was all pinched up in what looked like anger?
“You okay?” I whispered to him.
“I just want to go.” He mumbled under his breath.
Zayn peered up at us, “Okay. I wanted to catch up to you to let you know. I overheard something…”
He seemed worried, “What’s wrong?” I recalled what the mask man said, feeling uneasy now.
“I don’t know who they were, but there was a group of people saying something about Harry’s party. I didn’t catch all of it, but something may go down at Harry’s party tonight.”
My eyes widened, “What’s going to happen?”
“I don’t know?” he frowned down at his feet.
“Isabel, lets go to your house…now.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me down the street.
“What’s your problem Marcel? Zayn is trying to warn us about something!” I yanked my arm out of his grip, turning back to Zayn, “was it something dangerous, like Harry is in danger?”
Zayn appeared scared at that question, “I think so.” He whispered out.
“Isabel!” Marcel yelled at me, pulling me away from Zayn again.
“Marcel stop it!” I yanked away again, “I need to know what’s going on, Harry’s in danger.” I was freaking out now.
“Don’t listen to his lies.” He hissed at me.
I narrowed my eyes, “Are you jealous?”
He dropped his jaw at that, “How could you say that? I’m being serious! Zayn is to not be trusted!”
Zayn heard that, “I’m to not…be trusted?”
I turned quickly to him, “I’m sorry Zayn. Just ignore him, he’s being jealous.” I spat out, walking over to Zayn, leaving Marcel there furious.
“Don’t come to me when you realize his lies!” he yelled at us.
I shook my head in disappointment, I thought for a change I could get along with him, but he was just that same old weird kid in my class.
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Zayn’s POV:
Isabel turned away from Marcel, making her way back to the school. I peered down at Marcel, smirking out at him, winking. Marcel stormed over to me, taking me by surprise, “You better not lay a finger on her.” He hissed to me.
“She just fell into my plan exactly the way I predicted she would.” I laughed at him, looking back to make sure she wasn’t coming back this way.
Marcel looked like he was about to lurch out and punch me, but I know he wouldn’t because Isabel was still in view of us, “Do you want to know how I predict this ending will be?”
“You do anything to her, and you better pray you never see my face, because I will fucking kill you.”
I smiled at his threat, welcoming it in fact, “I predict she will never return your love, even when the finale happens, when she is hurt more than anything, she will. Never. Choose. You. Marcel.” I laughed as I turned to catch up with Isabel.
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