Marcel's New Assistant

Chapter Twelve: You Like Her, You Like Her!

-Marcel's P.O.V.-

"You got it bad." I heard Harry say from the doorway.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, searching for my towel.

"You know /exactly/ what I'm talking about. You like her." He said, jumping onto my bed.

"Yes. She's my friend."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up. You LIKE her! I saw the way you were looking at her the whole time. You were, like, drooling." He laughed.

"Was not!" I said, discreetly wiping the side of mouth, which /was/ a bit moist. "She's my friend and colleague. I don't like her that way." Harry got up from his spot on the bed and stopped in front of me.

"Marcel. Mother taught us not to lie." he said crossing his arms. "You like her, maybe even love her."

I sighed in defeat. "What am I supposed to do?"

He gave me a small smile. "Tell her. I'll keep off of her if you want. I'm going to be an uncle!" He said, clapping excitedly.

I laughed. "I'm questioning your sexuallity." He swatted me on the arm and I laughed harder.

"Well, may I just say, she's fucking amazing in the sack." Harry smirked, remembering what had happened two hours ago.

I threw a pillow at him. "Go fuck Louis or something."

Harry pouted. "Don't be that way, Marcy. Besides, Louis' not here right now." He added jokingly. "But seriously, you have to tell her."

I swallowed hard, dismissing him. "Yeah, okay. Now, get out. I'm going to take a shower." He stuck his tongue out at me and left the room. I took my towel in hand and went into the bathroom. I was in the shower and I smiled softly.

I like her...

(A/N: This was A LOT longer when I was writing it...oops. Well I was watching Grease last night and the song "You're The One That I Want" is stuck in my head!! haha)