Getting The A (Harry/Marcel Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 4: That's Not My Name

Marcel came over surprisingly little stuff. A blanket and a bag of clothes, since apparently his parents are going on vacation.

"You can sleep in the Toby's room. He's at his girlfriend's house," I told Marcel, pointing to the room in front of me. "If you need anything, just ask me. Don't go to Marleen. She'll cut your head off if you wake her up from her sleep." Marcel nodded, placing his stuff in Toby's room.

"Where's the bathroom?" he asked.

"The only one that isn't by Marleen's room is mine. So, if you need to go, you can use my bathroom," I answered.

"Do you have a shower?"

"Yeah. Do you need to take one?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. There's boy stuff in there from Toby when he takes his showers." He nodded and went into my bathroom. I heard the lock click. I took this chance to quickly get into my pajamas. I quickly undressed. I heard the door open.

"How do you-" Marcel stopped mid-sentence and gaped at me.

"Marcel!" I shrieked, pulling my blanket off my bed to cover myself. 

"S-Sorry!" he stammered and shut the door to the bathroom quickly. I felt embarrassed. No one has seen me in my underwear. Not  that there's much to see anyway. I snatched a baggy t-shirt and shorts from my drawers and put them on. I flopped on my bed, tired.

I looked up at my ceiling and started daydreaming. I felt my eyes get heavy after a while. I turned to my side and was about to doze off when Marcel came out of the bathroom. My eyes got really big. He had only a towel on around his waist. His upper half was toned and had a few tattoos here and there. And his usually slicked back hair was now curly.

Wait a minute... Marcel has abs? Since when did this happen?

"I figured out the shower Min," he said.

"I can tell," I muttered. He walked out into Toby's room. My heart started to slow down. Then I nearly had a heart attack when the robotic baby started crying. I went over to Marcel and opened the door. He was just in his boxers. He swiftly looked up, his green eyes piercing my brown ones. I closed the door and spoke through the door.

"The baby is crying. What do I do?" I asked.

"Hold on," he replied. A few moments later, he came out in a t-shirt and jeans. "Here, give me the baby." I handed over the now screaming robot. Marcel went into the room and took out a baby doll's bottle.

"What..." I cocked my head to the side. I didn't see how a baby doll's bottle would do anything.

"It's what Mr. Smith gave us," he shrugged. The baby finally stopped crying and fell asleep. 

"Thanks Marcel," I sighed, taking back the baby.

"You know my name isn't Marcel right?" he told me.

"Then what is it?" I asked.

"Spoilers," he smirked and winked at me. I shot him a look. "Er uh, sorry for barging in while you were undressing."

"It's fine. Sorry that I came in while you were only in your boxers," I replied.

"I guess we're even then," he suggested.

"Yea. Even," I nodded. I walked into my room and placed the baby in a dresser that I somehow converted into a makeshift crib. Marcel raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on the drawer. "It's all that we've got Marcel. Now, unless you want to go get a crib for this robot baby, it's sleeping in here." He shrugged.

"I guess it's sutiable," he uttered. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight Min."

"Goodnight Marcel. Or whoever you are," I replied. He smirked and left the room. I burrowed myself under the covers. My mind was going a thousand miles a minute. First I find out that Marcel is super fit. Then I uncover that Marcel has curls. CURLS! 

I rolled on my side, my eyelids growing heavy. This project was going to be a handful.

Why am I doing such short chapters? I don't know... Why am I talking to myself. I don't know that either. We should stop. Yea... BUT ANYWAY.... I don't want to go to school. Eck. The word even makes me feel sick. I got a new principle, and he made our dress code even stricter, so I'm not really looking forward to school. But at least this is my last year in middle school. Then I'm in high school. HALLALUJER! I can't spell that word. Don't judge. Have you ever wondered how Zayn survived 9 months in the garbage chute in AAoOD2? And where did he get those tatts? I NEED TO KNOW THESE QUESTIONS! YOU BETTER ANSWER ME MARK! But until next chappie..... Who invented the earvac and why?