I look at the clock nervously. 7:26. I hear the downstairs door open and loud chuckles and greetings. That must be the boys. Anxiety crawls up and wraps itself around my heart, pulling and tugging at it. I look in the mirror one last time, my hair for the first time not done up, the straightness of it flowing around my shoulders. I ditched the black and hot pink tutu's and tights, along with my lucky black high top converses. Instead tonight I wear long navy blue denim skinny jeans, it complimenting my slender legs, a plain black T and a white and black horizontal striped jacket with three-fourth sleeves. I decided that flats would make it a little more dressy. Biting my lower lip, I awkwardly step out of my room and head downstairs.
"Ready to go?" Marcel turns to me, wearing a white T with a light blue, short sleeved, denim unbuttoned shirt and black jeans I'm guessing he borrowed from Edward. He stops breathing and stares at me.
"What? What's wrong?" I ask scared.
"You look different, " He says. "It's beautiful." He breathes. I can't help but look down and smile, hiding my blush. He grabs my hand and leads my out the door, "Bye everyone, have fun. But too much fun." He gives the boys a "look". We walk down the street as the sun goes down and I can feel his eyes on me.
"You are just so beautiful." He finally speaks. I shake my head and frown.
"No I'm not." I reply honestly. Suddenly he tugs on my arm for me to stop and jumps ahead of me singing.
"You're insecure, dunno what for. You're turning heads when you walk through the do-or! Don't need make-up to cover up, being the way that you are is eno-ough." I smile and laugh silently as I start to walk. I watch my feet to hide my ever growing blush.
"Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you," He continues to jump around me and sing. "Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell. You don't know you're beautiful!" I keep slowly walking hoping nobody could see this. Not that I'm embarrassed just, I don't like attention, it's awkward. He continues singing and he's really good. One thing is for sure, when he sings his voice sounds husky and beautiful.
He stops and looks directly into my eyes. Dropping his voice he sings into my ear, "Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed but when you smile at the gound it aint hard to tell. You don't know, you don't know you're beautiful." He quiets down before kissing me.
"My goodness woman you're as red as a cherry!" He chuckles, pulling me along.
"So where are we going?" I ask. He turns around and grins at me before I see where we are. We're standing in front of the movies and the movies playing are stuff like Evil Dead and GI Joe. I look at him confused as he takes my hand.
"What didn't think I knew how to have fun?" He teases.
We walk up to the counter and suddenly his atmosphere changes.
"Hiiiii! How are yoouuu!" He says geekily. "Do you have anything like the Wiggles?" He asks the guy at the ticket counter.
"No sir, this is an adults action and horror movie theatre. Baby shows such as that are over by the day care in the afternoon." The guy says boredly.
"But personally I thought it tested very well," Marcel grins. Ahh I see what he's doing.
"Excuse me, Mr. uhh," The guy waits for the answer.
"Styles."
"Wait were you by any chance in the Best Song Ever video?" Marcel nods his answer and the guy continues, "Holy crap are you Harry Styles?"
"No dumbass I'm Marcel," He grabs two tickets to Evil Dead, drops a 20 on the counter and pulls me past.
"Marcel," I attempt to stop and talk to him but he continues to pull me along. "Marcel!" I finally stop. He turns and looks at me and I can tell something was bothering him.
"Marcel talk to me please?" I beg.
He sighs, "I'm just tired of living in Harry's shadow. He always got the girls and everyone wants to be best friends with him. Everyone wants me to be like him and I'm tired of it. I just want to be me and someone to accept me that way, not because of Harry or any of that."
I look into his eyes sympathetically, "I like you for you. If I had met you and never known about Harry I still would be here with you today. I love you. What other's want and think shouldn't matter. Only the fact that I love you and nothing will ever change that and what you think of yourself is important. Okay?" I hug him.
"You're right I'm sorry, let's go have at least some fun on our date." He hugs me tightly before leading us to the room where Evil Dead is playing. We take our seats and he wraps his arm around me. For the first time since I met him I see him slouch. The lights dim and the movie starts.
