The Liar [Marcel Fanfic]

Chapter Six

Marcel's/Harry's POV

"H-Hey Claire..."

"Speak up." She said in a very monotonic voice.

"About-About what?" I croaked, pretending not to know what she was talking about.

"Ugh Marcel! You know exactly what I'm talking about! Why aren't you going to prom?! This is actually our last chance we could hang out together!" She yelled, I could sense in her voice that she was pissed at me.

I suddenly remembered, she was leaving for America right after graduation.

"I... I..."

"Well?"

"I have no one to go to prom with... Everyone hates me..."

"Well why won't you ask your best friend to prom?"

I tried to act stupid. "Who?" I asked,

"Ugh Marcel you could be so stupid sometimes you know... Me!"

"B-But... You have other people to take you to prom! Jericho, Harry..."

"Harry?! Did you set me up to him?!" She practically yelled.

"No! I d-didn't!" I lied. The reason why I asked her to prom as Harry was because she might say no... But I guess none of my tricks tricked her.

"You know what?! Forget it. If you don't wanna be helped then you won't be helped." She said and hung up.

I sighed and fell into my bed, what have I done...

I decided to text her, as Harry.

Damn, having two identities is really complicated,

Blame Simon, he said I had to study again but come on, a nerd personality? Can I at least be a bad boy or something? But NO, Simon had to fucking make me a fucking nerd to have fucking bullies to bully me and have a fucking itching costume!

'Hey babe, you forgot to call me. xx Harry'

I smirked as I pressed send,

I immediately received a reply from her,

'Sorry, my head is just messed up right now. I'll call as soon as I know the answer :)'

I screamed as I threw my phone into the mat.

"WHY?!" I yelled as I pulled my hair and fell into the ground.

I know, weird mood swings.

"Hazza...?" A faint voice said from the other side of the door.

"Go away Louis." I said coldly.

"Harry...." He mumbled.

I ran my hand through my hair as I opened the door.

I saw Louis holding two cups of ice cream and two forks. It's for Liam's sake.

He went straight to my bed and sat down. He patted the side of the bed for me to sit.

I quietly sat down as I took the ice cream from his hand. I took the fork and started eating, still not saying a word.

"Harry what's wrong?" Louis asked with his brotherly voice again. That's when I cracked.

"It's Claire..." I said wiping the tears from my cheeks.

He sighed as he pulled me into his brotherly hug. I started to let it out. I cried and cried until no tears were able to come out of my eyes.

"It's okay Harry..." He comforted.

"N-No! It-It's n-not o-okay!" I managed to get out of my mouth.

"I mean, what if she says yes to you as Harry? Why won't you show up as Marcel? And actually tell the truth?"

He actually had a point.

"B-But L-Lou, w-what I-if Sh-she s-says... N-no...?" I asked, still stuttering.

"Then still show up to prom and just tell her the truth. Trust me Harry. She really likes you. If she didn't she wouldn't care about you not going to prom." He said.

"T-Thanks L-Lou..." I mumbled. I laid down on Lou's lap. Don't call us gay he's just a real brother to me. Even if he's the immature one, he can always be the older brother.

I heard vibration around the room. It was my phone, and surprisingly it still works.

I walked over to the end of the room to get the phone.

I received a message;

'Clarity ❤️: Sorry Harry but I can't. Jericho already asked me.'

My heart broke. She would actually choose Jericho over me. It hurt. Anyway, I ruined her reputation. Before they knew that Claire and I were friends she was one of the popular ones. But when they knew. She got thrown back as if they never became friends with her. Only the jocks wanted to make out with her.

Which of course she hated.

"Lad what's wrong?" Louis asked, walking over to me.

"She... She said... No..." I whispered.

"Look at me." He said. I shrugged and looked at him. "You go to prom, and go to her. And tell her how you feel."

"Why can't I just tell her next week?" I asked.

"It's prom night. You want her to remember that right?" I nodded. "Good."