Marcel’s POV:
I paced back and forth in front of my mirror, wondering what would look good on me. It wasn’t a common thing for me to get asked out, let alone with someone as beautiful as Isabel, “Marcel honey, what are you doing?”
I jumped as my mom entered my room, “Just getting ready.” I muttered.
“Where are you going?” she looked at me confused, because I never went anywhere.
I decided to tell her the truth, “I’m going out on a date mom.”
“A date?” her eyes widened in shock.
“Yes.” I peeked into the mirror, trying to figure out if it looked good or not.
“Oh I’m so happy dear!” she beamed, striding over to me, “You look marvelous.”
I smiled, “Thanks mom.” I kissed her on the cheek.
She took my glasses off, “Why don’t you take these off baby?”
“Mom I don’t want to.” I gently take them from her and place them back on.
She looked sad, “I just think it would help you better if you got contacts or something.”
“I don’t need to look a specific way, if someone is going to like me, they’ll need to like me with my glasses and all.” I smiled sadly, kissing her cheek again and leaving the house, ‘I’ll see you later mom.”
“Have a good night! Use protection!”
“Mom!” I glance around hoping none of my neighbors heard that, and decided to run away from the house before she could blurt anymore ridiculous things to me.
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Isabel’s POV:
I dressed to impress, it was like killing two birds with one stone. Lure Marcel in, and attract Harry. I gave myself a once over, smiling at the cute outfit, and made my way to the living room.
“Oh perfect timing Iz-bug. That Marcel boy is here and…” she trailed off eyeing my outfit, “Are you sure you and that boy aren’t dating?”
“No mom!” I sighed, making my way out of the house, ignoring her questions.
I bumped into Marcel; he actually looked decent for a change, except for his damn glasses, “Let’s go!” I smile, grabbing his arm and dashing away from the house before my mom could say anything in front of Marcel.
We walked to Niall’s house quietly, our arms linked together. I didn’t know what to say because it was so awkward, but I know I couldn’t wait to see Harry.
“So where are we going?” Marcel finally interrupted the quiet.
“Oh, um…” I didn’t know how he would react if I told him it was a party. I finally saw Niall’s house, “We’re going there.” I pointed to his house.
“What?” he was clearly confused, thinking we were probably going somewhere else.
“Niall is holding a party; they invited the both of us.”
I saw his look change dramatically, “Niall’s…house?”
“Yeah.” I smiled trying to reassure him.
“Not just the two of us?” he whispered quietly.
“Um, well we’ll be together.”
His eyes glazed over muttering something, “what did you say?” I moved closer trying to hear.
“I thought this was weird.”
I backed away, panicking, knowing he was onto something now, “No, I'm not doing anything, just come in.” I pulled his arm towards the door.
“No.” he said forcefully, yanking his hand back.
“Marcel?” I tried to urge him closer.
“I don’t trust Niall or anyone, let alone at a party. Good bye Isabel.” He sharply turned, making his way down the steps and away from Niall’s house.
“Marcel wait!” I yell out, running after him. I couldn’t have him leave yet, we barely even progressed.
He was about to cross the road when I yelled out, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where we were going, but I’m telling the truth, I’m not planning anything.”
He turned sharply on me, “How am I supposed to believe that?” I cringed back in surprise. He had a lot of power in his stance than he usually did.
I looked around, the only way I could think to prove to him, and get closer at the same time. I moved closer to him, placing my hand gently on his arm, trying to calm him down, “If you don’t believe my words, then how about this?” I placed my lips against his, thinking about Harry the entire time, so I wouldn’t feel sick kissing Marcel.
I backed away, peeking up at him, giving off an innocent look. He stood there, his face a light pink, his fingers lightly touching his lips. Frowning, he turned away and walked across the street, disappearing down the road.
I sigh, why did he have to leave, “Isabel?”
I turn to see Harry at the door, giving me a cute confused look, “Harry.” I smile, pushing Marcel out of mind, and making my way to the party.
“What took you so long?” his grin widened, his curly locks falling into his face.
“I just had something to do.” I shrug off the guilty feeling.
“Oh, well come in.” he opened the door wider, inviting me into Niall’s house.
There were a bunch of kids, drinking like usual, the music blasting, I caught Annabel making her way into a room, Zayn was off to the side, chatting up a pretty girl, and Niall was no where to be seen. “Do you want a drink?” Harry offered.
“Sure.” I smile sweetly.
Harry placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me to the kitchen, where a few kids lingered. He grabbed a cup, pouring me a drink, “So, um I wanted to talk to you about something.”
I nodded, encouraging him to continue, “You see, I’ve liked you for a while now, and have been too nervous to actually ask, but I have a few drinks in, so I’m okay now.” He nervously laughed, “Do you want to go out Isabel?”
Harry peeked up from under his curly hair, giving this cute puppy dog look. This was everything I wished for, but a little piece of me was panicking. I wanted to be with Harry but I had to date Marcel though. I smiled, as his look changed from my long pause, I decided to go out with Harry and keep Marcel a secret. Its not like anyone would find out about Marcel anyways, no one expected him to date anyone, “I would love to.” I finally answered.
“Took you long enough!” he beamed, picking me up and spinning me around in the kitchen, I screamed out in surprise.
“Put me down Harry!”
He laughed, lowering me gently to him, my face inches from his, “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He smiled, as he kissed me gently. Harry Styles was kissing me. Me! Yet all I could think about was Marcel’s frowning face. This was my punishment on creating the boyfriend list.
