For a change (Marcel-Harry Fic)

Part 1

SORRY BUT MARCEL GOT ME MARCELING

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Harry's POV

"HARRY HARRY HARRY!" i hear hundred of girls chanting outside my hotel room.

"Can i get an alternative way?" i asked them. Hands on my waist.

"There is no alternative way. You need to go.  You'll be late for the rehearsals." Paul said. His voice stern.

"BUT I'LL BE SHREDDED TO PIECES BEFORE I EVEN GET TO THE REHEARSALS." trust me, i love my job. But i really do need some privacy. I cant even get out of this damned hotel.

"Dont be stupid Harry." paul laughed  "We've done this a million times, and we're doing it again. I have the hotel staff ahead. Theyll escort you out."

I saw a guy. Wearing a thick frame of glasses. Sitting at the lobby alone. And at peace. I want that kind of life.

He saw me look at him. He just smiled sympathetically but alittle shyly too. 

I sighed deeply and thrusted my beanie on my head. Ducked and made my way through the door.

Deafining screaming roughly hit my ears as i made way through the crowd of people pushing.

"HI HARRY HI."

"HARRY PLEASE TAKE A PICTURE WITH ME."

"SIGN THIS FOR ME PLEASE"

"HARRY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH."

"HARRY HARRY HARRY"

Arms tugged me to the left and back to the right. To the back to the front.

"Excuse me please." i just plastered a faint smile on my face and mademy way to my car.

My safe haven. The doors were closed and the screams turned faint.

I looked at my arms, and no surprise. I got bruises all over my arms. And my back ached as well. My head throbbing because of the noise.

"Im so fucking tired of this shit." i sighed and closed my eyes.

"Make it go away. Please." i muttered underneath my breath. A tear falling from my eye.

I drifted to sleep and found myself shifting. But i ignored it. I went back to sleep.

It felt like days after i woke up. And i wasnt on the car. I was... at an apartment?

I looked around. Average room. Flat screen tv. Books everywhere. Papers and calculators. Did Paul get me this room?

I rushed to a room which what i think is a bathroom. Thank God it is. I was about to reach for my face to wash but.. i held something unfamiliar. Glasses? What?

I took it off and my vision got blurry. I looked at a mirror and saw a blurry figure of myself. I put the glasses back on. But i saw a different person.

It wasnt me. 

I screamed at shock. How can this be? This is NOT possible. Is this some kind of dream? 

I splashed water on my face, hoping to wake up. But i already am awake. And im stuck.. like this.

I went downstairs, trying to find some help.

"Marcel honey! Youre late for school!" a tall woman said.

Marcel? Who's Marcel?

"Uhmm.. w-who are you talking t-to?" i said questioningly at the woman.

"You, silly! Come on Marcel! Youre going to be late for the first day of Uni!"

uh-oh.