The Lying Game

Ella's POV

"It'll never work harry." I frowned in his direction. A smirk was etched on his face as he told me about tricking my parents. They want me to date a smart boy, but I'm dating a bad boy.

"I'm thinking I'll name myself Marcel." Harry laughed. I rolled my eyes and glanced around the small coffee shop we sat in. Girls stared at harry with lust and Jealousy over came me.

"Marcel? Really?" I asked unsured of this idea.

"It's going to be fine." Harry smiled taking my small hand in his.

"Harry-"

"Ella, please." Harry pleaded, "I love you."

"I love you too, but how are we supposed to get married ever if you're marcel? One lie will turn into another." I frowned looking at Harry. My lip quivered and he got up to sit beside me in the booth. Comforting me with a hug, he looked down at me.

"You can 'Break up'" With marcel and say you're going out with me..?"

"Then let's just go say you're dating me now."

"Okay fine. Let's go." Harry laughed grabbing my hand and pulling me along. Girls glared at me, Even if they had a boyfriend with them! One stuck her foot out and tripped me.

"Ow." I cried as my knee slammed into the floor.

"Ella! Are you alright?" Harry exclaimed picking me up bridal style. He glared at the girl sitting there and she frowned.

"Sorry."

"Don't go near us again." Harry warned walking out of the shop. I sniffed, fresh tears filling my eyes.

"Babe its alright." Harry kissed my knee and set me in the passenger seat of his black Audi.

"Harry where are we going?" I sniffed. He glanced at me, my hurt reflected on his face.

"Your house babe."

"But my parents-"

"I dont give a-"

"Harry." I warned and he shushed smiling at me.

"It will be alright, love."

"I dont know.."  I frowned as we arrived at my home. The large brick walls appearing intimitating. Harry ran around and opened my door and I tried to stand up.

"Harry!" I cried as pain shot through my leg. He swooped me up and wiped my eyes. Then he continued to walk up to the front door.

"Hello?" My father stood looking at the mess in front of him.

"Ella got hurt so I brought her here sir." Harry says with a straight face.

"I see and who are you?"

"um, I don't know her sir." Harry said and Shock flashed in my eyes. He's doing the Marcel thing.

"But my brother knows her. He's in the car. His name is Marcel." Harry lies and my father glances at his black car.

"Okay. Why don't you take her to the hospital boy, and I'll meet you there?"

"Okay sir."

Harry carried me back to the car and I glared at him when he got in the drivers seat.

"You lied Harry."

"I know Ella. I had to. You saw the disappointment when he saw me with you." Harry frowned at me.

"Okay. But I don't see marcel in here." I smirked.

"Um, I have some nerd glasses and I'll slick my hair back. Ta daaaaaa." Harry said in a nerdy voice. I laughed and he grinned at my laughter.

"Okay marcel, you passed the hospital." I smiled as he turned around and Parked in the lot.

"Marcel! Its good to meet you!" My father smiled at Harry as he carried me in.

"Nice to meet you too sir!" Harry said in his marcel voice.

*This means marcel voice: *

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"You have a bruised kneecap. Take this medicine when directed and stay off your feet as much as possible for about 4 weeks." The doctor said. I nodded and I eased into a wheelchair and Harry wheeled me out.

"I wanna go home." I frowned looking up at Harry.

"Okay." Harry* smiled taking me to his awaiting car and took off towards his house.

I'm 15 and Harry is 16. His mum lives in Holmes Chapel also, oppsite of where my parents live.

"Do you think I'm hot as Marcel?"Harry asked taking off his glasses and ruffling his neat hair into his regular messy curls.

"Yeah. It's really a turn on." I say sarcastically.

"Shut up." Harry chuckles parking in our assigned spot and carrying me up to our flat.

This going to be a long 4 weeks.