Talk Nerdy To Me *ON HOLD*

Chapter four: His curls. His eyes. His laugh. His dimpled smile

Chapter four: His curls. His eyes. His laugh. His dimpled smile

 

*Marcel P.O.V*

A blush breaks out over my face when my eyes meet Louis’.

I gulp and push up my glasses before looking down.

I turn to my locker and change bags.

Oh yuck

The sound of lips could be heard somewhere on my left.

The thought of salvia going from person to another is just yuck.

Why would you want your lips on another person’s lips?

Or their body

Or their.... stop thinking

It’s not right to me.

My lips are fine by themselves.

Their fine just on my face and not on anyone else’s lips

I draw in a deep breath and close my locker.

I turn so to head away before Louis finds his way in front of me and the question he spoke made my heart pound and hands sweat.

“Who are you taking to the year 11 prom?”

PROM?!?

Me going to a prom or dance?!??!

Oh my god what drugs are you on?

I don’t dance, I don’t go to dances and I don’t usually socialize with ANYONE.

“P-Prom..?” Was the only word that would form.

I never heard of no year 11 prom anyway.

“Yeah, it’s at the end of the year but the word had leaked out. I don’t think Johnny or Harvey can keep their mouth shut” Louis replied with a soft chuckle.

Johnny and Harvey are the head teacher and principle of the school. Harvey being the principle and Johnny being like the head teacher

You go to Johnny with problems and he would tell Harvey.

They aren’t that formal so you call them by their first name

“No... I-I never knew” I mumble as my finger slips in my collar once more and stretch it slightly.

I think it’s getting to hot in here.

“Oh...” Louis’ voice sounds slightly surprised.

My eyes fall to the floor and on my feet and hand falls back to my side.

“Well everyone is already asking others to the prom” The older lad said softly.

Wait! Hold. The. Phone.

Was Louis freaking Tomlinson going to ask me to prom?!?

“Oh...” My own voice sounded surprised.

“Who are you taking to prom?” I bravely ask as I look up at Louis to see his reaction and not to be rude.

His going to shake his head and ask me isn’t he?

If he does I think I may just faint.

My heart beats faster and hands sweat some more.

“Yeah. I’m taking Eleanor” Louis gave a lopsided smile.

Oh yeah.

I forgot the boy had a girlfriend.

My heart seemed to crack a little.

My chest seemed heavy.

I think I may just faint.

Eleanor along with Liam’s girlfriend was in Veronica’s group of friends who hated anyone who wasn’t either

Hot

Rich

Good kisser

Good in bed

And finally

‘Cool’

And all those stereotypical traits of cool teenagers

I had none of those. Maybe a little rich

But that was Harry by himself.

He worked at the bakery and so did I. But no one would come when I would work and basically the whole school would show when Harry did.

So my pay check was much MUCH smaller than his.

It annoyed me.

Everyone liked Harry... He was the twin that my parents were happy for.

Everyone in town loved him.

His curls

His eyes

His laugh

His dimpled smile

The way he loves everyone

He seems to carry love and happiness wherever he goes.

But what about me1)

I have the same curls

The same eyes

The same laugh

The same dimpled smile

Why aren’t my parents happy for me?

I get A’s

I’ll get a better job when I’m older

“Are you okay? Marcel? Earth to Marcel” I hear a voice say.

I look up to see Louis again.

I did it again

I basically got stuck in the depressed side of my brain.

“Yeah... Yeah. Fine. I’m fine” I give a small fake smile

Can’t anyone see how bitchy that group of girls can be?

I can

Only me

It seems that only I can see the real sides of people.

Only I can see people the walls

Behide the curtains

“Oh. That’s good cause you seemed to just freeze and go into your own little world” Louis let out a small awkward chuckle.

Or was it was it more a nervous one?

The question is why is Louis talking to me in the first place?

 Who talks to me, Marcel Styles anyway?

A/N

Hey guys!

I know my chapaters haven't been long. /:

Sorry about that.

Hope you like this chapter along with the others.

Did you think Louis was going to ask Marcel to prom...?

Do you think he should?

Tell me what you think in the comments. 

Love you if you read this 

~Neeky <3