(A/N This is my first fanfiction, so it won't be that amazing at first, but I've read more than 1000 fanfictions so I think I'm experienced enough. I won't normally be writing these notes unless they're about updating patterns and please, if you don't boyxboy, don't read! Negative comments will be tolerated and put into consideration, so feel free to comment whatever you want! Any hate towards any of the boys of one direction or anyone associated to them will be deleted. Enjoy:) this is just the prologue, I know it's short, chapters will be longer. Tell me if it's good enough for me to continue)
It was a big day for Marcel's boss, Johnny, his son was coming to visit him at his workplace after not seeing him for years due to his parents' divorce.
Marcel didn't think much of it, for him, it was just another boring, normal day at work. He started his usual morning routine; the annoying sound of his alarm clock waking him up, jumping into the shower and getting dressed for work as a marketing guy at a movie production company.
His daily outfit consisted of a crisp white shirt, tucked into black pants that were pulled up way too high, a checkered brown sweater-vest and a black tie around his neck. He didn't care what people called him, what he wore was professional enough and it made him comfortable.
While slicking his hair back with a generous amount of hair gel, he stared at his reflection in his bathroom mirror. "Who am I?" He said to himself quietly, Marcel slowly shook his head and broke his gaze with the broken boy the world called Marcel.
Nobody really knew him, because he didn't give people the chance to. Marcel wasn't always like this, no, not at all. Just a few years back, Marcel was a charming lad with unruly curly brown locks and green eyes that glistened brighter than grass at a playground on a hot summer day. Now, they had turned just a dull green-grey color that had no life whatsoever.
Marcel used to be covered in tattoos of different shapes, colors and sizes, he still is, he's got more than forty of them scattered permanently across his arms, chest and abdomen.
Marcel's giant glasses with tape in the middle replace the contacts that he once used to wear all the time, now, he's not even sure where they were, along with his old life of partying, drinking, smoking and hooking up with different girls every night. He used to be "Styles, the womanizer" now, he's just... "Marcel... The marketing guy" What made him change? Well.. It never would have happened if ℎℯ hadn't stumbled into his life and ruined everything.
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