He's My Nerd (Harry Styles as Marcel fanfic)

Chapter 29

Rosalind's POV

The horror movie played out and I found myself quite disgusted at some of the gory images on screen, although it didn't bother me that much.

However, I did use it as an excuse to bury my face into Marcel's surprisingly toned chest and inhale his wonderful scent.

He gave me a few weird looks, especially considering the poor quality of the gore, but I just stared at him with big eyes and he would take pity on me and squeeze me a little tighter.

I felt like I was in heaven.

The movie finished and we sat in comfortable silence, and I took the time to think about the development of our relationship.

If someone had come up to me a few months ago and said I would fall hopelessly in love with the school nerd (who just happens to be secretly really good looking and beautiful and perfect, yet he just hides it very well), I would have fallen about laughing and wondered how on earth I could possibly become trapped in whatever dimension that would be possible in.

But now, I couldn't be happier.

It's a funny old world, isn't it?

I sighed with contentment and glanced up at Marcel, whose features were upturned in a soft and thoughtful smile, which warmed my heart.

I snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and warm, and threw my arm over his chest.

"How's your healing going?" I wondered. "When did you last speak to a doctor?" I asked him, gently turning my head and kissing his shoulder.

He was nearly a month into his 6 week healing process, but I still worried about how badly he was hurt.

"It's going well." He spoke gently, knowing how worried I was. "The bruising is gone, I've regained my strength and I feel so much better."

"Are you sure? There's still two weeks to go and-"

"Rosalind," He soothed me. "I'm fine. Honestly."

"What had your doctor said?" I pressed.

"He said I'll be just fine. The last week is more of a precaution anyway, so when you think about it, I only really have one week to go."

"I'm just worried about you, Marcel." I sighed.

"I know. I promise you I'm nearly fixed - in fact, I think I'm totally fixed. I feel well again, it's just I'm a little fragile and more breakable than usual." He chuckled lightly. "Don't worry about me."

He looked down at me as I cast my eyes up to him, and his expression was soft and full of warmth.

"I love you." I whispered, lightly trailing my fingers across his chest.

I could hear his heartbeat from where I lay, and it seemed to speed up slightly with my words as a flush of pink rose to his cheeks.

He reached down and caught my fingertips as they danced along his chest, bringing them to his lips and placing a kiss on each one before securely wrapping my small hand in his, meeting my eyes and whispering back "I love you too."

I was met by a fluttery feeling in my chest and a feeling of warmth spread through me. I had never felt like this before. I didn't love him like family, or like a friend.

I had chosen him all by myself, making my way down my own path and finding what's right for me. He was my choice. I didn't know him because of someone else, we weren't casually introduced and locked into friendzones - this was a person I had found for myself and I was endlessly happy. I had become emotionally attached as we turned from perfect strangers to the closest of friends. It was a relationship built on trust, honesty and the purest love which we had forged ourselves.