Marcel/Harry One Shot for @Guy_Directioner
"Thank you London, you've been amazing! See you again soon!" I screamed into the mic as the five if us exited the stage.
"Great job boys!" Paul announced, entering the dressing room back stage. A chorus of, "yeah" and "thanks" came from the other boys. I simply nodded, dreading tomorrow.
"Hey, Harry, are you okay?" Louis patted me on the back. Swallowing, I replied,
"Sure am mate, just a bit worried about tomorrow, you know, at school." I gave a halfhearted smile and Louis just looked at me like I'd grown two heads.
"With the bullying?" I nodded and he continued, "Just tell them who you really are!" I shook my head."It's not that simple Lou. You've finished with school, I haven't. If I tell them, they won't believe me and it'll get so much worse!"(A/N let's just pretend for the sake of the story shall we?) I frantically tried to stop a breakdown, taking deep breaths and gulping hard."I'm clever, it's not my fault! And I only dress like that so that no one recognises me, you know? It's just not fair!" I vented to Louis, knowing that he'd always be there to help me through the nasty, snide comments that I receive on a daily basis. But the worst thing about it is, it's not just verbal abuse. Sometimes it's physical. I'm not allowed to wear revealing clothes on stage because if it, and sometimes, I have to wear more stage make-up than the rest of the boys put together, just to his a nasty bruise, or a black eye.
Paul hurried in, shouting,
"Boys, get ready, we have a girl out here with a backstage pass, there's only the one, so I'll let her in here." A minute later the door swung open and. No. This. Can't. Be. Happening. It's Tomorrow. Only THE most popular girl in my year. And of course, she runs over to me first. Putting a brave face I smiled through clenched teeth.
"Hey, what's you're name love?" Lie. I don't need to ask that. I already know!
"Oh, my name's Tomorrow. Oh my, I like, love you! So much!" If she only knew the half of it!
"That's a pretty name!" Not quite a lie. I did actually admire her unusual name. It sounded so hopeful. Like, tomorrow's gonna be better than today. She blushed and stared into my eyes. Wow, she has nice eyes. Just then, something odd flickered through her eyes.
"I'd recognise those eyes anywhere! Marcel?" Shit! That something in her eyes was recognition. The games definitely up now. Wait! Hold the bus! Lie! Yes Harry! Lie!
"No, my names Harry, whose Marcel? Isn't that a girls name anyway?" God, so unconvincing Harry! Why do you have to be so rubbish at acting?
"No, your definitely Marcel!" She pointed at me accusingly.
"Alright, okay Tomorrow, you got me! Just, please, don't tell anyone! I'll do anything, give you tickets, free merchandise! Please, you can't tell anyone! It'll just get worse." I dropped to the floor with a loud thud and I winced.
"What are you talking about? What'll get worse?" She questioned.
"Do you really expect me to believe that you don't know what they do to me at that hell hole?" I was starting to get angry now.
"What, I honestly don't know what you're talking about, but you're starting to scare me." She backed away from me slightly. Louis rushed to my side.
"Harry, show her the bruise on your stomach." He whispered, loud enough for Tomorrow to hear too. Slowly, I brought my self to my feet and lifted up my top, showing my toned stomach and a black bruise, shaped like a foot.
"They slammed me into the lockers and after I fell to the floor, they stood on me. Repeatedly." Tears started to roll down my cheeks, sending me into a wave of uncontrollable sobs. The next thing I knew, pulled out of the hug, hands still planted firmly on my shoulders,
"Honestly, I had no idea that people were doing this to you. If I'd have known, I would have tried to stop it. And now that I do know, that's just what I'm gonna do." She smiled reassuringly and greeted the rest if the boys before handing me a slip of paper and heading out the door. I shoved the paper in my pocket and grabbed my bag.
"I just wanna go home." I muttered.
"I'll give you a lift Haz." Louis smiled and I thanked him.
-----------------------------
When I got home and reached my room I texted Louis to thank him again for the lift home and I remembered the slip of paper Tomorrow gave me. I reached into my pocket and pulled it out. A number. A phone number. Tomorrow's phone number. 'I'm here, if you ever need to talk' it read.
I dialled the number and she picked up pretty quickly.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hi Tomorrow. It's Harry, Marcel?"
"Hi!" Her voice was instantly brighter. "So, you want to talk?"
"Well, I just wanted to make sure that you won't tell anyone about the whole 'I'm famous' thing," I was sure that she wouldn't, I just really needed confirmation on that.
"Of course I won't, if you don't want anyone to that is, then they will be none the wiser!" Wow, since when did she say stuff like that? "However, I do have a question."
"Hmm, ask away!" I was much more relaxed now.
"What is your real name?" I laughed. I'm famous and she asks me what me real name is? I will never understand girls!
"Oh, well it's Harry Marcel Styles." I answered her question (A/N let's just pretend for the sake of the story line. Thank you).
"So why does everyone at school call you Marcel, and then you use Harry as your stage name?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but the school made a mistake and think my name is Marcel, and my mum saw this a golden opportunity to keep my 'alter ego' a secret so that I can continue with my education as normally as possible." I'd never told anyone except the guys about that.
"Oh, I get it now! Anyway, it's pretty late now, so I'm gonna head off now. Night Harry."
"Night Tomorrow." I hung up and collapsed onto my bed, not even changing into my pyjamas and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
---------------------------------
The next day at school, Tomorrow hung out with me the whole day, and actually, I'm starting to take a liking to her. At lunch, we're allowed to leave, so we went back to mine, I only live 2 roads away from the school.
We ate and I told her stories from the band. She hung on my every word, laughing in all the right places, giving the right input and the right time, giving valid opinions. Is this really the Tomorrow that I used to dislike? That I thought was so shallow? That I thought was just another bully?
---------------------------
This routine went on until the end if school. I'm finally free! Tomorrow and I stayed in touch and she's actually coming to the concert and sound check tonight, with another backstage pass, courtesy of me, naturally.
-------------------------------
After the best performance of my life, I waited impatiently for Tomorrow to come. When she finally walked through the door I ran to her, lifted her in my arms and spun around, laughing like a love drunk teenage girl, gosh Harry! You really need to use better analogies. I set Tomorrow back on the ground and she tapped my nose, saying
"It's nice that your not sad anymore." I smiled affectionately at her.
"But you know what's not so nice?" She grinned at me, where is she going with this? I shock my head, bewildered. "That you can't call me yours." She placed her hands either side of my face and brought her soft, plump, pink lips towards mine. I smiled into the kiss and as she pulled away, I took the hint.
"Tomorrow? Will you let me call you mine?"
"No doubt about it!" She smiled before bringing me in for another, slightly more heated kiss.
=======================================================================
okay, how'd ya like it @Guy_Directioner?
please don't forget to send me plots
or to follow
or to vote
or to comment
but on a serious note, I'm really not receiving many plot ideas at all at the moment and im also noticing a large drop on the number of reads from part to part, so if there's anything you want to suggest to me that will make you want to read on, please, tell me, i really want to improve my writing. thanks.
until next time my goblins
