The Boyfriend List (Harry and Marcel fanfic)

Marcel’s POV:

I knew Zayn was planning something so I ran after them, changing as quickly as I could. After last night, I knew Isabel was more comfortable with a Harry look alike than me, Marcel. I disregarded the pain that that thought created, but I went after them with the plan still in mind. Little did I know that Zayn had caught me in a trap.

I stared at the real Harry, who had several emotions flitting across his handsome face, confusion, curiosity, and then finally settling on anger.

“What’s going on here?” he demanded, Isabel shuffling uncomfortable in her spot smack dab in the middle of us, Zayn smirking the entire time.

“I, um…I…” Isabel was at a lost of words.

“I’m not talking to you.” He spat out angrily, making her shift away from him in fear. I walked over to her, placing my hands on her shoulders, feeling her calm a little at the touch, “I’m talking to him.” He pointed sharply at me.

I took a deep breath in, flicking through the different ideas that were going through my head, trying to quickly find the correct one, that wouldn't cause a horrible reaction in front of Isabel, “I saw Iz here-“

“Iz?” his eyes lowered at us.

“Yes, Iz. Anyways, I saw her walking with this guy here.” I glanced at Zayn, he was watching in amusement, “She looked uncomfortable, so I went after them, making sure he wasn’t going to do anything to her.”

Harry glared at us, never once looking over at Zayn the real culprit, “How do you guys know each other?” he kind of whispered out, probably not actually meaning to say it.

“I met him at your party.” Isabel spoke up finally.

“My…party?” he seemed too confused to take this all in.

“Yes.” She replied.

“Iz lets go.”

“Yes Harry.” She whispered to me.

I saw the anger burn in the real ones eyes, he stormed over, grabbing a hold of my shirt, “What are you trying to get at?”

“What do you mean?”

“Trying to pretend to be like me!” he spat, fear coursing through me. Does he know who I really am?

“I’m not pretending to be you.” I calmly replied, hoping that would help.

Apparently I was wrong, “Yes you are. Saying your name is Harry! I know everyone in this damn school, I've never met another Harry here!” he threw me against the wall. I pushed him off.

“Get off of me.” I hissed.

“Who are you fraud?”

“I’m not a fucking fraud!” I lurched at him.

He dodged me, as I span around to him, “I don’t know who you are, but I will kill you.” He threatened.

“Like father like son.” Zayn’s words rang clearly through the air, silencing Harry.

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Isabel’s POV:

I watched as the two Harry’s fought. I didn’t understand why my Harry was so angry with the other one, saying it was a fraud. What was his problem?

Then Zayn spoke up as Harry was about to go in for the kill, “Like father like son.” Harry froze at that statement, I turned to Zayn to see dead cold in his eyes, “You’re becoming a perfect prodigy of a son. Exactly how he wanted you programmed.”

Harry unfroze at that moment and flew at Zayn, only to knock into the other Harry. They collided and fell hard to the floor, “You fucking fraud! Get out of my way!”

“He wants you to react to it! Calm down!”

They started screaming and throwing punches at each other, causing a crowd to gather. They were tossing and turning so much, that I didn’t know which one was which, they were oddly alike in every way, “I wonder if Isabel can figure out the real Harry, maybe that will show her true feelings that both of you Harry’s really want to know.”

“What…” I stared at him in fear, what was he trying to do? “I’m not doing that…”

“Choose.” One of them said, standing up. I gave him a once over, trying to recall what they were both wearing but not remembering anything.

“I can’t…” I started to move away from them.

“I’m the real Harry, you don’t need to choose, this is stupid.” The other one replied, getting up too, and coming to me.

“Stop!” I panicked, not knowing what to do, as the crowd watched the whole thing in wonder.

“Choose Isabel.” Zayn hissed, a fear rising into me that I never knew I could get from him.

“I don’t want to.” The tears were begging to fall.

“Choose!” someone yelled out in the crowd. “Choose! Choose! Choose!” everyone started chanting.

It felt like the world was spinning around me, as the chanting kept growing, and the Harry’s staring me down, Zayn smiling the entire time, I cried, placing my finger out, “You.” I whispered.

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