Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

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"M-Marcel...? I-is that y-you?" Oh. My. God. He shook his head no. "H-how? Who? What?"

"I'm not Marcel, love," he chuckles with that raspy voice.

"Then, who are you?" I ask. He is seriously this replica of Marcel except no glasses, curly hair that does its own thing, and tattoos... Mmm tattoos. Ooo lala. Haha!

"Styles. Harry Styles," he gives me the cutest lopsided smile. I am literally standing there in awe. When does class start? Save me bell, the one time I want you to ring!! "May I ask your name, love?"

(picture of Harold to the side)

"Ugh, Kayla." I tell him. Ugh! I am so disappointed in myself! Why couldn't I say Nikki or Patricia?

"Soo, what's your first class?" he asks losing eye contact with me and rummaging through his bag to find his schedule.

"Science," I respond

"Me too!" why does he look so excited? What's to be excited about? "Do you mind showing me where it is?"

I just nod. "Okay, so this is the office, across is Algebra, this room is History," I keep showing him where classes are and I look over at him. He's goergous. I'm sure a bunch of girls are going to be crawling at his feet. Harry, I don't know how to describe him. Right now, he's so focused. I wonder if he's a nerd just like.. MARCEL!! Wait, when I first met Marcel, he said his name was 'Marcel Styles' and Harry's last name is also Styles. So, they are brothers? Maybe cousins? I don't know but they look so much alike. "And here's Science!" I tell him. He smiles and thanks me for showing him around. When I was going on and on about the teachers to be careful around, he snakes his arm around my waist. My cheeks flushed. What should I do? I don't mind but word goes around fast and I know for a fact that I am NOT dating this dude. I try and distract him by getting to the point. "Is there anywhere else you want to see? The bell gonna ring soon.."

He sighs, "Awe, that's too bad." What is he doing? Oh god. Oh lord! Help me! Harry is pulling me in closer. My pulse quickens and my forehead starts sweating. Wait what? I like NEVER sweat. What's gotten into me? Our lips are centimeters apart. He keeps leaning in, closer, and closer. What do I do? Should I-

*RING RING RING*

The bell scares us both as we bounce back awkwardly. When we got into science, I head for my spot quickly hoping no one saw that. I stop and chat with Carlie before the second bell rings. A figure walks right behind me and sits down Ugh. It was Harry. What does he want? I mean, I don't have a boyfriend if that's what he's wondering, but I don't plan on having one. I mean, I don't really fancy anyone... The second bell rings so I go to my seat. As I sit down, someone smacks my bum! I look behind me and Harry is laughing silently. I give him a 'What the fuck was that for?' look and he just keeps laughing. I roll my eyes and face forward. I didn't really like how Harry did that. I didn't like Harry. Did I? No... In the corner of my eye I see a glare coming from Niall. I look over.

"What?" I ask innocently and flutter my eyelashes. He just rolls his eyes and listens to the teachers' boring lesson.

About a half an hour pasts and I find myself staring at Marcel. He looks so interested in what the teacher is talking about. Everytime I try and look away my eyes keep drifting to him. Wow. He's so adorable when he's concentrating. His eyes are so green and beautiful, well so are Harry's I guess.