Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

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He looked at me and then at Marcel. "Kayla?" his voice cracked. It sounded... Hurt?

Ugh! What's up with me and bumping into people??

"What?" I ask him. "What did I do wrong this time, Harry?"

Harry looked shocked. He shook his head and walked away not looking back once.

"Okay, then," Marcel said. "Follow me!"

We dragged Carlie through a few hallways and then he stopped.

"S-so d-do you two w-want sperate r-rooms?" Marcel stuttered. I guess we're back to that again.

I though for a second, "Of course!" I really don't want to be in the same room as Carlie when she wakes up from her hangover.

"Okay," he started, "here's my room and there's Harry's room right next to mine. Carlie's room is across from mine and your room is across from Harry's."

Oh great, Harry is probably gonna watch me all night. I really feel safe here! Note the sarcasm. "Uh, sounds great! Thanks, Marcel." I giggle and Marcel snorts at how clumsy Carls is when she's drunk. "Are you going down to the party?"

"Uh... Probably not... I might... g-get b-bullied." he sighs.

I felt bad for him. I can't imagine Marcel in a corner with a black eye, broken nose, and bloody lip. It kills me to think about it. Why won't his brother stick up for him? The thought pisses me off. Then I got an idea. Two can play at this little game, Harry! Aha! "So, Marcel, do you want me to 'style' you up?"

He nodded and looked at the ground.

"Okay, let's get started." I left Carlie in her room sleeping and walked to Marcel's room. I don't think he's ever had a girl in his room.. Maybe besides his mom or Gemma. He seemed so nervous. Marcel showed me his clothes. They were all sweater shirts or khaki pants and nice shoes. Nerd alert. Aha! Oh god, I'm turning into Harry! Wait! Harry! Yes! I left Marcel and his clothes to go to Harry's room. He's not in there! Yay! I go through his closet and grab a plain black tee shirt, black skinny jeans, and brown boots. Harry wears these brown boots all the time. He has like four pair! I walk back into Mars room and put the clothes on his bed. "Change into these." I left him and went to my room and looked in the mirror. I looked pretty good.. I guess. Why can't I be pretty like Carlie? She beautiful. And then there's me.. I wouldn't call myself ugly because I'm not, I just want more beauty to come naturally not through make up. Everyone would like me more... I get thrown from my thoughts when I hear a thud come from Carlie's room. I run over to her. Being such a dork, she is laying face down on the floor.

"Carlie, are you alright?" I know she probably is but just in case.

"I found the... the floor!" she muffled. All I did was roll my eyes and walk away.

I knock on Mars' door. "Marcel, you almost done?" He opens he door and I stand there like a complete idiot with my jaw to the floor.

Marcel looks down and fiddles with his hands. "I-is it really t-that bad?"

I shook my head. "You look wonderful, Marcel. Do you have contacts?" I ask him slightly curious.

"Uh, y-yeah. I-I never really used them before..."

I took his glasses off of his face and set them on my nightstand. "Here, go to the bathroom and put these in," I instruct and smack his bum when he leaves. Ah, I love Marcel.... As a friend of course!!

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HARRY'S POV

It really hurt my feelings seeing Marcel and Kayla together. That should be ME and Kayla. I swear, if he says any shit to Kayla about me I will beat the living bloody hell out of him AND tell him about Kayla and I snogging in her bedroom. I always get my way and Marcel isn't going to change my fucking plans again. I wonder if Marcel actually fancies Carlie. I thought he did. He called her beautiful when we left school today. At the moment, I have this random girl grinding against me. I have a hand on her bum and a drink in the other. I wasn't planning on getting drunk tonight but after seeing bloody Kayla, that plan washed out of my brain.

"Harry!" I someone say. I don't even care who's saying it all I'm thinking about is Kayla. "HARRY!" they scream. I look to see who it is. Jorden...?

(picture of Harold and Jorden to the side)

MARCEL'S POV

Kayla drags me to the living room. Wow, I barely even recognize it. It's full of intoxicated people that don't care about their lives tonight. 

"Marcel, you look great!" Kayla yells over everything. I don't care if there is sweaty people around us, all I can see and feel is Kayla and I. All alone. No worries, no one to care about. Just us. Then Harry washes in my brain.

'You better watch your back Marcel!' his words haunt me.

Kayla ended up making me look exactly like Harry. She blow dried my hair to make it it's natural curly self and I have no glasses. It's almost scary. The only thing that's different is our voice. We could have the same voice but my high voice is because I'm nervous all the time. Nervous that someone is going to hurt me. Like Harry. I decided to try and sound and act like my brother. You never know. This could be fun!

"Thanks, love" she blushes when she hears 'love' come out of my mouth. I should do this more often!

Someone that I have never seen before in my life starts to talk to me. "Harry, nice party lad!" What do I do? I've never had "friends" before.

"No actually," I say in a low voice. "It's Marcel."

He stares at me for a moment and then rolls his head back in laughter. What the heck?! "EVERYONE!" this guy yells over everything. Next thing I know, the music stopped, no more dancing, and this guy has everyone's attention. "IS THIS HARRY? OR MARCEL?" he yells. Oh no. Everyone started laughing. I felt a lump in my throat and could barely breathe. Great.

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Hey One Direction Lovahs!! So how do you like this chapter..?? Should I keep going? Okay how do you feel about snogging/love scenes? No or yes? I don't care whatever you guys think.

Should I keep it PG or PG-13?? It's up to you! Please comment and tell me your ideas!

By the way, the picture to the side is Niall and Harry at the party. Just making sure you know!!

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