The Marcel Makeover

Chapter 8

Marcel's POV

"I'm not wearing that. Look at it! It's horrendous!" I told my sister and Zayn.

We were currently at the shopping center, and I had called my sister to help me find new clothes.

"I give up, Gemma. You find something because I really can't." Zayn told my sister.

"Look, Marcel. You've got to cooperate if you want this to happen!" Gemma scolded me.

"But Gemma, I'll wear those ridiculously skinny jeans, but let me put them further up my waist. I really can't have them hanging so low." I whined.

Gemma looked at Zayn and Zayn nodded an understanding.

"OK then. We'll buy two pairs of the skinny black ones. Now let's go find t-shirts." Gemma said.

We paid for the jeans, left the store and headed for the ones opposite from it.

Two hours later we had purchased the clothes.

"How about you get a tattoo done?" Zayn asked, driving us to the hairdressers.

"Yeah, Marcel, that might look quite nice!"

"I don't know..."

"So... What haircut do you want Marcel?" Zayn asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know."

"Then I'll pick for you."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Marcel just listen to him!" My sister said.

"Fine." I huffed.

We walked into the shop, were we were greeted by a woman, that looked about as old as us.

She looked horrible. Her incredibly long hair was in a high ponytail, and her face was caked in make-up.

"How can I help you?"

"Uh, we'd like to give my friend here a new haircut." Zayn said.

She winked at him before looking at me, "My gosh! Yeah, we're totally gonna have to change that."

I walked to the chair she motioned for me to sit in.

She washed my hair, and then rolled me in front of a mirror.

I looked at Gemma, she was busy reading a magazine, and Zayn was on his phone.

"Alright, let's just try different things, yeah? Let's try curling it slightly at the sides and then we'll quiff it up, away from your forehead." She said, in her phony American accent.

"Um, yes. Let's try it, sounds cool."

I wasn't lying, it did sound cool, and easy.

After she had finished that, I looked in the mirror and nodded.

"You have kinda long hair, honey!" The hairdresser, Sophia, said.

I liked it. It was curly around my ears and at the back of my head, but instead of falling to my forehead, it was up.

Zayn looked up, "Yeah, mate, that's cool. Original! I like it!"

"Yes, oh my, it's lovely, thank you so much!" Gemma said, paying Sophia and pushing me out of the store.

Zayn came out a couple of seconds later.

"Well, it's five, what next?" He said coolly.

"Your glasses! Marcel, you've got to change those glasses!" Gemma said, pointing to them.

"Fine." I huffed.

We then purchased the right pair of contact lenses for me, and I put them on, and Gemma put my glasses in her handbag.

"Thought about that tattoo yet, mate?" Zayn asked, while we were walking back to his car. "I've got a kit at home, can give you a few if you like. For free."

"Let's leave the tattoos and go home. That's enough altering for now, OK?" I asked.

Gemma and Zayn nodded, and we all hopped into the car.

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Sorry guys, this chapter was short, and it was only a filler, but I felt like I had to update.

This story is sloooowly coming to and end...

I'm thinking 20 chapters or so, 'cause...

I wanna start a new fanfic. A Liam!

That's all for now :)