Double The Trouble (Marcel & Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

--Natalie POV—

THAT JERK! He cheated on me! How could I be so stupid? Tears were racing down my face as I started driving home. I was filed with a mix of emotions. I wanted to believe that this was all a dream, but sadly I wouldn't wake up. I had honestly thought Harry would be the perfect guy for me. Obviously it turned out he isn't the one. Once I was in the driveway, I parked and ran into my bedroom upstairs. I cried into my pillow for hours just replaying the memory. I decided that I would walk straight into his house and give him a piece of my mind. I knew his dad would be at work for the morning.

--Marcel POV—

Thankfully I didn't have a lot of homework over the weekend so I could relax. While walking into the kitchen I heard knocking on the door. I unlocked it and opened it, to find Natalie screaming at me.

"HARRY EDWARD STYLES you jerk!!! I saw you last night making out with that blond girl! What the hell did you think you were doing! AND TO THINK I ACTUALLY TRUSTED YOU WHEN YOU WENT TO THOSE!" She screamed in my face.

"Natalie what are you talking about? I'm-" I asked getting cut off.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," 

"No I don't know-," 

"Ohhh stop pretending-" 

"Natalie! I'm not Harry" I raised my voice.

She looked at me funny, "Marcel? Is that really you?"

"Yeah it is, Harry is staying at mum's for the weekend" I stated.

She was still looking at me funny.

--Natalie POV--

I knocked on the door and Harry opened it. I started yelling at him and screaming at him. He replied with a calming voice trying to deny everything but I kept cutting him off because he knew exactly who and what I was talking about. He finally raised his voice and cut me off, saying that he wasn’t Harry. I stared at him and I was shocked.

"Marcel? Is that really you?" I said, still comprehending it.

"Yeah it is, Harry is staying at mum's for the weekend" he calmly said.

I was dumbfounded, “But-“

“Yeah I know we don’t look alike at school,” he read my mind, “The glasses and the voice thing is all an act.”

“B-but-,” I stuttered. 

“If you’re asking why I still play along with the whole act, well I have no idea,” he read my mind again.

I was still trying to figure everything out because I had absolutely no clue that Harry and Marcel were identical. Studying his features closely made me realize how much they looked alike the whole time. His piercing green eyes stared into mine, the curly hair, dimples he had when he smiled, and the height made me memorized. He snapped me out of it when he spoke 

“So what happened between you and Harry?” he questioned.

“Well, I went to one of those parties last night to see what they were like. I was going to surprise Harry, but when I showed up he was making out with another girl and I just went home. I decided to talk to him today but as you already know that hasn’t exactly worked out,” I said realizing I was crying.

Some how we had made our way to the couch and I was crying on Marcel’s shoulder and I could tell he was listening to what I had to say.

“How about we go to my mum’s house and you can talk to him. I suggest I drive you because I don’t want you driving with tears in your eyes, but lets wait a few more minutes so you can have a chance calm down,” he comforted me and wrapped his arms around me.