The Project (Narcel One-Shot)

[A/N: Lemme just tell you, i wrote this at 3am and i may or may not hae edited it accurately.]

Prompt: It has to be Narcel and the basic Nerd!Marcel and Jock!Niall get paired together for a project and then things get heated when Marcel wears contacts the day he goes to Niall’s place for the project.

Pairing: Narcel –Jock!Niall and Nerd!Marcel (Harry)

Warnings: works its way up to smut woo!

Word Count: 1,6K

Marcel’s POV

You know that feeling when you are there but you aren’t really there? That feeling is being ignored. Definition: Verb - Refusal to take notice of or acknowledge someone or something, disregarding intentionally. I am then what you would call a walking definition.

I was already sitting in English class watching the students file in slowly whilst waiting for the class to begin. My eyes meet Niall Horan’s, as he walked in, for a brief second before he turned away. Niall was the captain of the Soccer and Swimming teams, the funny Jock that everyone liked, with his carefree personality I could see why, even I had a partial liking for him.

I sat alone in my corner, right in front of the class, as I mentioned earlier, people were not very observant when it came to me. The Teacher, Mr George, walked in setting a large pile of paper on the desk. Everyone groaned because a new pack of notes with this teacher meant an impending project.

“Right morning class, we are going to be starting our new set work on ‘Lord of the flies’, so I'm going to put you into groups of two and you will research the novel and author.” That sentence caused another series of groans. I was now nervous on who my partner would be considering I didn’t really talk to anyone in class.

I adjusted my glasses whilst Mr George started reading out the paired names, waiting for my name to be called. “Marcel Styles and Niall Horan.” I heard his group of friends snicker and wish him luck. He strolled over to the empty spot and took the seat next to me.

I was slightly shocked that he knew me but decided not to question it. “Marcel right?” I'm Niall.” Oh god! Now I had to reply to him. “Uhm, I- I know” Really? That’s the best I could come up with, I mentally slapped myself. He chuckled lightly making me blush.

“So we can work on the project together at my house this afternoon at my house if you want? I have Soccer practise so after that?” I was expecting having to do the entire project by myself because that’s what usually happens. “y-yeah okay, address” I sounded like an idiot right now but I knew that If I had to speak it just wouldn’t come out right.

He wrote his address down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. The bell rang signalling the end of class. “See you later” he flashed me a smile and left me sitting there in a mild state of shock.

*After School*

“Marcel just wear them, I promise you look great, it brings out your eyes.” My mum had gotten me contact lenses and was asking me to at least give them a try. I was nervous to put them on and I didn’t have anything to hide behind anymore. “I'm sure your friend Niall with think they look fine, now go.” Argh Mothers! I put them on causing her to smile. “Great, now go!”

It felt different not having anything on my face and I hadn’t put any gel into my hair letting my curls free. Needless to say that I felt extremely self-conscious. I walked up to the door and knocked. A guy a little older than I opened the door and damn he was hot. “You Marcel.” I nodded.