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"You...should," chuckle, "have seen...your," chuckle, "face!" Niall tries to explain to me, but failing completely. This guy is always laughing at something.
I made Niall laugh. Not on purpose though, on accident. I sleeping peacefully on my bunk bed which was on the top and the next thing you know, the bus hits a bump. I jumped up and my head banged on the ceiling. Niall was awake getting some food in the fridge, so he basically so the whole episode since our fridge isn't that far away from here. When Niall laughs, his whole face flushes red, especially his cheeks. They always turn into a rosy colour.
"Yeah. Ha. Ha. It was hilarious." I retort sarcastically. Niall just keeps laughing. How much more can this boy laugh?!
So this is my life now. What? You think I found a bunch of outcasts and fit right in? No you dimwit! I'm in the most biggest boy band on the planet. I'm a member of One Direction. Yes, that little boy group you say start off on the x-factor and placed in 3rd is now the biggest boy band in the planet. It's actually very hard to believe. I used to be so shy, so careful for someone not to hear my voice when I sing, except for my Mum, Dad, or Gemma. And here's another hard thing to believe. My family is alright again. That means Mum and Dad are friends again.
Back to the point. I, Marcel Milward Styles, am now Harry Edward Styles, other known as, the flirty and cheeky one of One Direction. The thing is though, the boys don't know my real name. They think Harry is actually my real name. It actually kind of suites me to be honest.
Three years ago I auditioned for the x-factor, hoping that I would win...But do you know what I got? Something better. I got four other best friends to share this journey on with me. Now that I think about it, being famous all by yourself is quite boring and most of all: straight up lonely. I'd rather be famous with a bunch of four other idiots. We make everything seem more fun. Everyday we're always into mischief.
Can you believe how someone like me can deserve such a blessing? I don't deserve this such great of a gift, but I am gladly thankful so much for it. Who knew a nerd from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire won a chance to be famous? Well, nobody did. I heard my school doubted me. They said I wouldn't make it through boot camp. But guess what? I did. I also heard that Donner get held back in senior year for two years! Sort of serves him right. He kept bullying so many students, including me, it's unbearable. Let's just hope that I'll never see him again. I haven't seen him for three years straight, so I guess I'll be fine.
"Harry?" I hear someone asks me. Oh yeah, that's right. That name Harry took a lot for me to get used to. I almost said to them that my name was Marcel not Harry. But every time I get the word, 'name' I stop and pretend to cough. And if they asks me what was I about to say, I'll stay quiet for a minute, then say, 'Opps. I forgot what I was about to say. Sorry,'. It surprisingly works every time.
"Harry!" Huh?
"When, where, who, what, why?!" I freak out. Niall lets out a small laugh.
"Woah, Haz. Chill." Zayn responds calmly.
"Erm...yeah." I chuckle nervously. Zayn's phone then rings.
"Hello?" He answers. "P-Perrie? You guys are in town? Yes! Of course, let me just ask them just in case if we're going anywhere today. Ok. I can't wait to see you too, love! Ok. Ok, bye see you then! I love you! Bye." He puts his phone into his skinny jeans pocket.
"Sooo..." I smirk at him. He smiles. "Anything special you and Perrie are going to do to tonight?"
Liam smacks my head. "Ow! Liam!"
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Not A Nerd Anymore (A Marcel/Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
Подростковая литератураMarcel Styles was tired of the nerd life he had lived. He had got rejected by the girl he had loved and figured that it was because of his ego. Right at that moment, he decided he should change himself. All of him.
