The Undercover Nerd

Chapter 7

"He looks good-" She stated, placing the picture back at it's previous place. "...quite handsome." Quite?

"Thanks." I mentally facepalmed myself. Fuck, Styles! 

   I knew that girl liked me. All girls loved the curly, british boy. But I forgot that I was Marcel and to hear London saying something about my 'brother' made me kind of nervous...If she was a fangirl she would know who my 'brother' was. But fortunately she didn't even mentioned that he would know him or had seen him somewhere else before and relief flashed trough my body. 

   London made her way towards me, sitting down next to me on the large leather couch. The grin never left her face and her blue eyes focused on mine. I frowned. It surprised me that she didn't know who the guy on the picture was. Okay, I have to admit that it was a pretty old picture, but you can clearly see my curls, dimples and green eyes...but that was probably also the reason why she believed the 'brother'-lie, because now I had straight hair and glasses which were covering my eyes pretty well. 

   And why did she say 'quite'...I mean...I was a sex symbol and every woman wanted to spend a night with me! 

"Are you mad at something?" London suddenly interrupted my thoughts. 

  I shook my head, no. 

"Are you sure?" 

  I nodded. 

"Aww, Marcel. You don't need to be insecure. You know what I like about you is that what is inide of you. I know deep in there is a sincere, lovely and caring heart-" She smiled at me. "-your body is just the wrapping of your soul, so don't worry about it." Her tiny hand reached out for mine. 

  I didn't know how I was supposed to feel. The words she said...they really...they... they tugged at my heart. I felt something deep there inside of me and it wasn't an aversion. It was the first time I realized that London meant what she said. She liked me just the way I was. But she didn't know that she was falling in love with Marcel and not Harry. She didn't even knew that Harry existed. Forget about how cold-hearted I was, I really didn't want to disappoint her. I actually enjoyed the moment of being loved in a friendly way and no body was doing this because of my look. I was really mean towards London, while she was just honest with me. She wanted a friendship and all I focused on was me. 

  Wow Styles...long time ago since you've been showing some understanding...

Did I change?...Is Marcel the real me? No! No, he's not.

   But one thing is for sure, I would never tell London who I really was. I would probably disappoint her...I was the complete opposite of what she wanted as a friend. I was rich, I was famous and I knew that my personality became worse every single day. I was unfriendly and a bighead. The realization Simon wanted came pretty fast, but I wouldn't get out of there anyways, because the semester wasn't over yet. And to realize everything...I needed a girl to draw attention to it. A girl which I assessed as a normal student I ignored, who I had only known for two weeks.

"Uh-um, I'm sorry..." I mumbled, peering up in those blue eyes. 

"For what?" London furrowned her forehead. 

"...for being mean to you and saying that you weren't my friend. I mean... it was just wrong. I-I did a mistake."

   She gave me a warm smile, letting go of my hand, which she was holding the whole time. It was kind of awkward. Is this how nerds do it?

"It's okay Marcel...I think I'll go now. I'll see you on Monday," She grabbed her stuff and threw it in her school bag. 

  I followed her to the front door, as she stepped outside. Seemed like she wasn't going to stay till ten tonight.

"Um...do you need a ride?!" I asked. 

"No...no, you don't need to," She tried to refuse my offer. 

"But I want to," I winked, but it was regrettably quite difficult with those big glasses on my nose.  This is Harry now...I'll totally mess this up.

"Thank you." 

   I stepped outside and led her towards my car. We both climbed in and I started the engine. The whole drive was silent after she told me where to drive, nobody said a word. As soon as I reached her house, she opened her door and jumped ouside. 

"London?" She turned around, facing me. "One thing I have to say..."

"What is it?"

"I'm a way better person than my brother, I promise." She chuckled.

"You cheeky one," She said, shutting the door and approaching the front door of her house. Well, cheeky one...haven't heard that in a while actually.

  And with a while I'm talking about two years, even though I'm always known as the cheeky one of us.