The Boyfriend List (Harry and Marcel fanfic)

Harry’s POV:

I looked over at the fraud, the wannabe me, as he turned slightly to me, our eyes meeting for a second. He knew deep down in his heart this was wrong, that was the look he gave me, as every ounce of energy left me. I peered down at the floor, I was considered very popular amongst the school, the guys loved me, the girls loved me, and the teachers loved me; that is everyone except the one girl I love loves me.

As she pointed at the fraud, my heart sank, I wanted to kill him and Zayn and everyone there for forcing her to do this, but it was also pointless. She clearly didn’t have strong enough feelings for me to know who the real one was.

I, Harry Styles, felt like crying for the first time since my mom left my family.

I sucked in a breath and turned away from the whole situation, peoples whispers made it through to me, wondering if she chose the right Harry. I clenched my hands tightly, frustrated with the whole lot of them, “Unluckily for you, I do know who the real Harry is.” I heard his deep chuckle in my ear.

“I don’t have time for your games Malik.” I pushed forward ignoring his buzzing annoyance.
All I could think about was her. I wasn’t popular in middle school, and she was the nicest girl there. She helped everyone, even if you were a total dweeb like me. That’s how she became the girl of my dreams, someone I thought I could never get close to like that, so I changed everything about me, just so I could get closer to her.

Once we were in high school she changed, getting shy around me, where we would barely talk, so I thought she didn’t like me, that I would never have a chance even with me changing; but I noticed the small things, here blushing and stumbling around me, it was so cute, that I wanted to reach out and just hold her tight, all for myself. Today though, destroyed all those child dreams once had about her, she clearly had me wrapped around her finger like a little toy to play with.

“Harry? Are you okay?” I looked up to see Annabel worried.

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Marcel’s POV:

I watched as Harry slumped away defeated, the pain in my chest growing. I should be happy I won her over him, but this wasn’t the way I should have won her, this was wrong, this was his entire plan. I glared over at Zayn who was happily following Harry.

I gazed at the kids that had pushed Isabel to choose this way, they were all chattering amongst each other, confused which one was which. They disgusted me, as I finally stepped towards Isabel.

“D-don’t come near me.” She whispered out, she peered at herself disgusted.

“Do you know who you chose?”

She quickly looked up at that, the truth slipped slightly as she closed herself up quickly, “It doesn’t matter who I chose, I don’t care fore either Harry.” She pushed through the crowd making an escape from me.

I followed quickly after, “What do you mean by that?” I finally caught up to her.

“It means exactly what it means!” She screamed out in frustration.

“You love Harry, anyone could see that, I could see that, I know who you really want, so why didn’t you choose him?” I went with the real truth.

She turned on me, tears spilling over, “Don’t you think I wanted to! I didn’t want this at all, I didn’t want this.” She covered her face crying, “I thought I picked him, I didn’t know until he gave you that dead look of defeat. I hurt him, there’s no way I can fix what I just did to him.” She shook her head wiping her eyes quickly, “And now it doesn’t matter.” She forced herself to stop crying and kept walking.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Leave me alone.”

“No! What do you mean?” I grabbed her arm to slow her down.

“Leave me alone!” she pushed away from me, anger pulsing from every inch of her.

“I-I’m sorry.” I gave in as I watched her storm off down a hallway, something wasn’t right.

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