Happily

Chapter Two: Oops And Hi

Marcel's POV

I kept my head down and walked through the door. Maybe I didn't like being noticed at all. Maybe my science textbook being my best friend wasn't that bad of an idea. I'd rather not be noticed than get bullied to be honest. I never actually had been bullied before, only once in elementary school. It's a bit of a personal thing... Definitely not something the family ever speaks about. Ever.

I was about to walk to my next class when something knicked my foot and I tripped. Laughter was buzzing around me as I looked up, clearly blushing. "Oh look! My nerd partner can change colours!" Louis snickered and stared at me. I quietly got up and ran to my next class, tears dripping down my face. I never meant to be so sensitive but... I'm a tad self-conscious for reasons.

The rest of the day was fine, no one bothered me. I went home and finished my homework quickly so I could relax in my bedroom and watch Harry Potter. "Hmmm... Which one?" I asked myself giggling. I found the Sorcerers Stone- which was my favourite film even though the ending with Voldemorts face scares me to this day- and popped it into the DVD Player. I hopped into my bed and sang out loud as I waited for the film to begin, "it's leviosa not leviosar!"

"Oh Hermione," I sighed, "you and I would be best friends... I wonder what it's like to have real, good friends."

And with that, the film began and I snuggled up with my dozens of friends that I didn't have.

Louis' POV:

"Nice going you twat." Liam scowled at me once Marcel ran away, crying. Him, Zayn, and Niall knew I was gay, and them only. Otherwise I was closet gay. They also knew I had the smallest crush on Marcel because I thought he was cute, all in all. "What?" I shrugged. "You idiot!" Zayn slapped my arm. "He's your little crush and you made him cry? You should be happy you have a partnership with him! You bloody scared him away." I looked around and saw that the crowd had dispersed, and we were in our own world. "Zayn shut up! Any louder and I swear..." Zayn just huffed and walked away. I turned to Niall who was standing alone. Liam must have left.

"I'm not in love with him. I just think he's the slightest bit cute. I'm a footie mate, I'm supposedly straight. And I'm not supposed to go for nerds anyway."

Niall winked at me. "A little spark starts a flame Lou. And besides, there's no such thing as not supposed to. You can love anyone if you want. So what if people say things?"

I stared after the little Irish boy mumbling, "I don't love him," as he walked away and wondered what I did to deserve a friend like him. Everyone thinks the popular people- us, who are apparently called The Footies- are mean and rude, but we aren't exactly. Sometimes we'll get out our guy gossip outside of school, but we'll limit our bullying. Liam is the mature one, Zayn is the protective cool guy, and Niall is the free-spirited guy. Everyone loves Niall. You have Stan and Nick who are absolutely stupid. Well, Nick is more devious than anything. I don't trust that boy.

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After school I hopped in my car and drove to my house- which was only a minute away. Tomorrow I would tell Marcel that we would have to work on the project. I honestly wasn't looking forward to it. I imagined myself when I was older with some hot guy who played football as well and did the gym every day... Marcel is just too... Nerd. Sure he's cute as a button but not I-am-ready-to-click-with-this-guy.

At home I looked out the window as I slipped my shirt off. I don't know why, but I find it fun looking at the nothingness of the outside. Yeah, yeah, I'm actually a softy but you know what? No one has to know. I kept staring until I saw-

Wait. Is that Marcel walking? How come I never noticed him before? He actually looked really cute-

Wait, what? Louis stop he's a nerd.