I watched as the breeze blew against his face. He scrunched up his nose and sneezed, making his glasses fall forward on his nose.
This action made me giggle, he turned, obviously hearing the noise, and saw me. He looked towards me confused, but I just waved. He smiled softly and waved back. He opened his mouth.
"Darcy." He beckoned.
"Darcy!" He called far away and then I woke up. I grumbled under my breath and shot up from the bed. I had been having these dreams lately, it's because of him.
He changed, he changed his attitude, and he supposedly smokes now! But most importantly he stopped being my best friend.
Everything changed because of one Marcel 'Harry' Styles, but unlike everyone else. I still call him Marcel, still hoping that one day, just one day, that the sweet, old Marcel comes back instead of this jerk.
And whenever that time comes...
I'll be waiting.
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He's Changed. (A Marcel/Harry Short Story.)
FanfictionI miss him. You could say that I had a little crush on him.... I miss his usually slicked back hair and glasses-clad emerald green eyes. I miss his usual khaki pants and his plaid sweater vest. I miss his cute high-pitched voice. I miss his dimpl...
