The Boyfriend List (Harry and Marcel fanfic)
Chpt 8: Now Marcel
Harry’s POV:
I slid out of my truck, walking over to Isabel’s side and opening the door for her, “After you.” I smiled holding my hand out for her.
“Thank you.” Her smile was so beautiful.
“Follow me.” I cocked my head for her to follow, as I walked down a dirt path.
“Where are we going?” she was gazing around, not seeing any buildings or stuff.
“A little secret place I found.”
“What?” she looked worried.
“Just trust me okay.” I smiled, reassuring her.
“Okay.” She said hesitantly.
I led her down the dirt path, Isabel pausing here and there. I knew she was nervous to go into an unknown area, but she just needed to keep going, she was almost…there it was.
She gasped out in surprise, “Wow.”
I beamed, pleased, “It’s nice huh?”
“Its beautiful.” She walked forward, nervousness no longer present. She trailed her long slender fingers on the old wood rail, walking up the crumbling stone steps, “Who’s place is this?”
I ran over, getting in front of her, “You’ll see.” I opened the door nice and wide for her to see past me.
“Harry honey. Is that you?”
“Yes Mrs. Kowalski.” I led Isabel into the small diner.
“Is this your girlfriend?” Mrs. Kowalski smiled, leaving her perch from behind the counter, making her way to us. I glanced around noticing the few regulars who came here to this old run downed diner, the best diner anyone could enjoy.
“Yes ma’am.” Isabel smiled nervously, as Mrs. Kowalski’s huge frame hugged her tightly.
“Harry never brings anyone here; I’m so glad he’s finally brought someone.”
“Oh, no one?” Isabel raised a curious eyebrow at me.
I flushed, “Can we have the usual?”
“Of course honey plum.” She slurred in her southern accent.
“What is this place?” Isabel asked, as we sat at the old chairs at the counters.
“It’s an old diner, more like a family run restaurant. Only regulars know of this place, no one our age does.” I gazed at her skeptical face, “Don’t give that look, this place has the best damn food you’ll ever try!”
“I hope.” She laughed softly.
“Trust me it does.”
Mrs. Kowalski slid our burger baskets down our way, I caught Isabel’s and placed it gently in front of her, as I caught mine, placing it in front of me, “Enjoy.” I winked, digging into my greasy burger.
“Look at all this grease!” she exclaimed, gingerly picking up a slimy fry.
“Thry ith.” I said through a giant mouthful.
Isabel stared at me in horror, not expecting any of this, “I…don’t want to.” She finally squeaked out.
I swallowed my bite, taking an extra greasy fry, “Watch.” I raised it above me, opening my mouth as I dropped it in, enjoying the extra greasy flavor, winking at her, “Your turn.”
She gulped, staring at the fry in her fingers, “but…”
“No buts!” I took the fry from her fingers, and popped it into her mouth, taking her by surprise.
“Oh!” she covered her mouth in amazement.
I smiled as she realized it was just as good as I said it was, “This is good!”
She giggled, finally digging into her food, “Good.” I started back onto mine, knowing we were going to get along great.
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Marcel’s POV:
“Marcel, Marcel.” Zayn tsked at me, stopping me in my tracks. I was cornered in a hallway that most kids never traveled in.
“W-what do you want?” I looked anywhere except at his eyes.
“So.” He paused dramatically, placing his hand next to my face so I couldn’t escape, “How’s the progress going?” he smiled evilly.
I gulped nervously, “I-I-I…”
He raised his eyebrows, “none?”
I furrowed my brows, recalling the kiss, “n-no…”
“Oh, so there was something that happened. What was it?” he purred softly.
“Um…” I didn’t want to tell him something as private as Isabel kissing me.
“What was it?” he stopped acting nice, pushing me a little bit for the answer.
I caved, “She k-kissed me…”
“Kissed?” he seemed surprised.
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Wow, you must have been ecstatic.” He smiled closely. I didn’t answer, “You weren’t? Was she playing with you like a little mouse?”
I turned away from him. That was exactly what I thought she was doing, “Probably…” I mumbled out.
“You need to get closer, like now.” He finally spat out, tired of his game, “I don’t have all the time in the world.”
“Why Isabel?” I dared to ask.
He narrowed his eyes at me, “That’s none of your damn business. Get close to her Marcel. You better be one step closer by the end of the day. Or ill pay a visit to this nice little place.” He pulled out a picture of my house.
Shit, his bullying was to the extreme now. He knew where I lived.
“O-okay.” I whispered, wondering how I was going to progress within one day’s time.
“Good.” He laughed, leaving me scared in the hallway all alone.
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Isabel’s POV:
Harry drove us back to school, to make sure we made it back on time. His little favorite food place was so cute. I watched him happily, “Thank you.” I said.
“No problem.” He returned the smile.
We entered the school parking lot a little too soon for my liking. Harry got out and walked his way around the truck to my side, opening the door like an older gentleman would do back in the day, “Thank you.” As I hopped out.
“Shall we go?”
I pouted, “I guess.”
He laughed, interlocking his hand with mine, leading me to the front doors. Girls were looking sad, seeing Harry was no longer single, I laughed inside knowing I was the one who got Harry.
“See you after school?” Harry snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah.” I answered as we parted and I made my way to my next class, nothing is able to ruin my happiness.
“Isabel?” I turned around running into Marcel.
“You don’t have to be so close when you call out for someone Marcel.” I glowered holding my head.
“Sorry.” He muttered.
“What do you want?” I wasn’t going to allow him to ruin my day.
“Can we talk after school?”
I stared at him, “No.”
He was about to walk away but turned quickly back to me, “I want to talk about that kiss last night.”
My eyes widened, remembering the whole boyfriend list and that I needed to get close to Marcel. Shit!
“Um, yeah I’ll meet you after school.” I reluctantly replied.
“Okay.” He muttered walking back into class, not giving me a second thought.
I sank into my chair; I don’t know how I'm going to do this. I wanted to cry.
I slid out of my truck, walking over to Isabel’s side and opening the door for her, “After you.” I smiled holding my hand out for her.
“Thank you.” Her smile was so beautiful.
“Follow me.” I cocked my head for her to follow, as I walked down a dirt path.
“Where are we going?” she was gazing around, not seeing any buildings or stuff.
“A little secret place I found.”
“What?” she looked worried.
“Just trust me okay.” I smiled, reassuring her.
“Okay.” She said hesitantly.
I led her down the dirt path, Isabel pausing here and there. I knew she was nervous to go into an unknown area, but she just needed to keep going, she was almost…there it was.
She gasped out in surprise, “Wow.”
I beamed, pleased, “It’s nice huh?”
“Its beautiful.” She walked forward, nervousness no longer present. She trailed her long slender fingers on the old wood rail, walking up the crumbling stone steps, “Who’s place is this?”
I ran over, getting in front of her, “You’ll see.” I opened the door nice and wide for her to see past me.
“Harry honey. Is that you?”
“Yes Mrs. Kowalski.” I led Isabel into the small diner.
“Is this your girlfriend?” Mrs. Kowalski smiled, leaving her perch from behind the counter, making her way to us. I glanced around noticing the few regulars who came here to this old run downed diner, the best diner anyone could enjoy.
“Yes ma’am.” Isabel smiled nervously, as Mrs. Kowalski’s huge frame hugged her tightly.
“Harry never brings anyone here; I’m so glad he’s finally brought someone.”
“Oh, no one?” Isabel raised a curious eyebrow at me.
I flushed, “Can we have the usual?”
“Of course honey plum.” She slurred in her southern accent.
“What is this place?” Isabel asked, as we sat at the old chairs at the counters.
“It’s an old diner, more like a family run restaurant. Only regulars know of this place, no one our age does.” I gazed at her skeptical face, “Don’t give that look, this place has the best damn food you’ll ever try!”
“I hope.” She laughed softly.
“Trust me it does.”
Mrs. Kowalski slid our burger baskets down our way, I caught Isabel’s and placed it gently in front of her, as I caught mine, placing it in front of me, “Enjoy.” I winked, digging into my greasy burger.
“Look at all this grease!” she exclaimed, gingerly picking up a slimy fry.
“Thry ith.” I said through a giant mouthful.
Isabel stared at me in horror, not expecting any of this, “I…don’t want to.” She finally squeaked out.
I swallowed my bite, taking an extra greasy fry, “Watch.” I raised it above me, opening my mouth as I dropped it in, enjoying the extra greasy flavor, winking at her, “Your turn.”
She gulped, staring at the fry in her fingers, “but…”
“No buts!” I took the fry from her fingers, and popped it into her mouth, taking her by surprise.
“Oh!” she covered her mouth in amazement.
I smiled as she realized it was just as good as I said it was, “This is good!”
She giggled, finally digging into her food, “Good.” I started back onto mine, knowing we were going to get along great.
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Marcel’s POV:
“Marcel, Marcel.” Zayn tsked at me, stopping me in my tracks. I was cornered in a hallway that most kids never traveled in.
“W-what do you want?” I looked anywhere except at his eyes.
“So.” He paused dramatically, placing his hand next to my face so I couldn’t escape, “How’s the progress going?” he smiled evilly.
I gulped nervously, “I-I-I…”
He raised his eyebrows, “none?”
I furrowed my brows, recalling the kiss, “n-no…”
“Oh, so there was something that happened. What was it?” he purred softly.
“Um…” I didn’t want to tell him something as private as Isabel kissing me.
“What was it?” he stopped acting nice, pushing me a little bit for the answer.
I caved, “She k-kissed me…”
“Kissed?” he seemed surprised.
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Wow, you must have been ecstatic.” He smiled closely. I didn’t answer, “You weren’t? Was she playing with you like a little mouse?”
I turned away from him. That was exactly what I thought she was doing, “Probably…” I mumbled out.
“You need to get closer, like now.” He finally spat out, tired of his game, “I don’t have all the time in the world.”
“Why Isabel?” I dared to ask.
He narrowed his eyes at me, “That’s none of your damn business. Get close to her Marcel. You better be one step closer by the end of the day. Or ill pay a visit to this nice little place.” He pulled out a picture of my house.
Shit, his bullying was to the extreme now. He knew where I lived.
“O-okay.” I whispered, wondering how I was going to progress within one day’s time.
“Good.” He laughed, leaving me scared in the hallway all alone.
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Isabel’s POV:
Harry drove us back to school, to make sure we made it back on time. His little favorite food place was so cute. I watched him happily, “Thank you.” I said.
“No problem.” He returned the smile.
We entered the school parking lot a little too soon for my liking. Harry got out and walked his way around the truck to my side, opening the door like an older gentleman would do back in the day, “Thank you.” As I hopped out.
“Shall we go?”
I pouted, “I guess.”
He laughed, interlocking his hand with mine, leading me to the front doors. Girls were looking sad, seeing Harry was no longer single, I laughed inside knowing I was the one who got Harry.
“See you after school?” Harry snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah.” I answered as we parted and I made my way to my next class, nothing is able to ruin my happiness.
“Isabel?” I turned around running into Marcel.
“You don’t have to be so close when you call out for someone Marcel.” I glowered holding my head.
“Sorry.” He muttered.
“What do you want?” I wasn’t going to allow him to ruin my day.
“Can we talk after school?”
I stared at him, “No.”
He was about to walk away but turned quickly back to me, “I want to talk about that kiss last night.”
My eyes widened, remembering the whole boyfriend list and that I needed to get close to Marcel. Shit!
“Um, yeah I’ll meet you after school.” I reluctantly replied.
“Okay.” He muttered walking back into class, not giving me a second thought.
I sank into my chair; I don’t know how I'm going to do this. I wanted to cry.
Notes
If you read this chapter leave a comment to the random poll time!!!!All five boys like you, you can only have ONE though, who would it be????
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