He's My Nerd (Harry Styles as Marcel fanfic)

Chapter 14

Marcel's POV

Rosalind grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the car as we pulled up at her house. I couldn't deny to myself that I felt a rush of electricity at her touch.

Did she feel it?

Probably not, but I could always hope.

I had never felt such strange feelings before, when she left me, when she turned her back to me and gushed over Niall I felt a weight in my chest grow noticeably heavier. More so than when people try to hurt me or throw nasty comments and punches my way.

The strange weight always lifted however when she smiled and when she called my name, when she took my hand and laughed with me.

Was is what it felt like to have friends?

Or did I feel more than the need for friendship with her?

I had never experienced friendship, but I doubted it was painful like the pain I felt when Rosalind wasn't around.

Somehow, my heart leapt when she opened her door and pulled me inside, closing it behind us.

The urgency and delight both mixed on her face was a beautiful sight and highly amusing.

I held my head high and followed her to the living room.

I felt like I would follow her anywhere. Her beautiful hips swayed and her hair danced delicately down her back.

Was this what it felt like to like someone? To perhaps like them in more than a friendly way?

"Marcel?" Electricity coursed through me.

"Yes?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked into her smiling eyes, following them to the woman sat beaming on the couch.

"This is my mum, Linda." She introduced me before turning to her mother. "Mum, this is Marcel."

In a polite gesture I reached out to shake her hand and she happily accepted.

"Hello," she spoke with warmth in her voice. "Nice to meet you."

"Same to you," I smiled.

"You're very handsome," Linda smiled back at me before winking at Rosalind.

Rosalind grumbled "Mum," displeasedly at the same time that I thanked her for the compliment.

"My daughter told me about you this morning," Rosalind shot her mum a nervous glance. "But, she didn't tell me you were this tall and good looking. You seem very polite as well."

I wasn't sure how to respond. My tongue seemed to have knotted up and hidden somewhere my brain couldn't find it, because I was suddenly nervous.

"Well," I was glad Rosalind butted in when she did. "We have things to do. See you later mum."

And with that, we made a beeline for the stairs.

"Sorry," Rosalind apologised as we reached the top. "My mum has a habit of saying exactly what's on her mind, however awkward or embarrassing."

"It's alright." I mumbled.

"You do look very, very handsome though." Rosalind told me as we entered her room.

"Only because of you," I reminded her.

"No, you're always pretty good looking. I just don't think people look close enough to realise. Neither do you, for that matter."

"Thanks," I returned to my awkward self and perched on her bed.

She just grinned.

I watched intently as she rummaged through her drawers and wardrobe, pulling out various brightly coloured tops, skirts and dresses.