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

Chapter 30

Marcel's POV

I did not know what on earth was happening to me.

One minute we're at school and I'm as shy and pathetic as ever, and the next I'm punching someone in the face.

And then it got worse still.

I kissed her. I fucking kissed Rosalind.

And of course it wasn't the first time, but these circumstances were different. We were at her house alone, we had already shared a few intimate moments and somehow I got cheeky.

I bounced confidence off her. She gave me a feeling of unbreakable strength and happiness.

Something had changed in me so quickly - in just these past couple of days (since we were officially in a relationship) I had lost all my fear around her. I wasn't shy with her anymore, I wasn't the bumbling weirdo I was before. She saw me for who I was and I loved it. I loved her.

She gave me confidence, she gave me the ability to joke around and be freely happy, but she also gave me butterflies in my heart and strange foreign feelings in the pit of my stomach. But with all that came edge: I became emotionally stronger, protective of her and - dare I say it - wildly attracted to her.

Rosalind brought out a side in me I had never previously known, and that side was love.

I may have been inexperienced and a total stranger to the world of love and relationships, but I knew Rosalind. While we watched the film as she held me, I knew movies didn't scare her, she would have normally laughed at the gore, but instead she clung to me.

Softly she trailed her fingers along my chest every now and then, buried her face into me and wrapped her arms around me.

I recognised those signs. I let her have her fun, because I knew she wanted the close contact and I enjoyed the feeling of her wanting my closeness. She was radiating love to me in all her gentle gestures and I liked feeling this way.

And thanks to all that, I kissed her teasingly because I knew she craved my touch and I enjoyed watching her want more, still revelling in the feeling of just knowing it was me she wanted - no one else.

However she did get me back for it, although I thought that she would go further than just a peck.

And that's where I was now, watching her walk over to her laptop after kissing me so briefly I could've blinked and missed it.

But with that kiss, it felt like her saying "game on." Suddenly I wanted her. I wanted her touch just like she wanted mine and my newfound confidence pushed me to follow her across the room.

Soon enough, she turned around and I caught her in my arms as her hand raised to her heart in shock. I had caught her off guard and I loved feeling so in control. It was something I hadn't experienced before.

I leaned closer to her and she caught her breath.

"Tease," I breathed into her ear before glancing quickly into her eyes and pressing my lips to hers, this time with purpose.

Although I still doubted myself and worried about my inexperience, I pushed it away and focused on Rosalind.

I held her close to me, wanting to feel every curve of her body as our lips moved in sync, but I kept my hands still once hers started to move. I focused on her touch igniting my skin and my heart raced out of my chest as those beautiful little fingers dropped down to softly graze the muscles in my abdomen. I hoped she would move lower still, but her hands quickly met behind my back and she pulled every inch of my body against hers, moulding us together until we fit perfectly like two jigsaw pieces.