The Geek Project

Three.

(A/N: Yes, I know Don't Let Me Go is Harrys song, but this is a fan fiction so get over it xx)

Marcel's POV

"Now you were standing there right in front of me"

Louis' eyes meet mine with the simple line, his fingers strumming chords effortlessly.

"I hold on its getting harder to breath,"

His sweet voice lingers in the silence as he closes his eyes, sway along with the music. It was beautiful, he was beautiful

"All of a sudden these lights are blinding me, I never noticed how bright they would be..."

He looks down at the fret board of my guitar, strumming a few memorized chords before continuing.

"I saw in the corner there was a photograph, no doubt in my mind its a picture of you...

It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass,

This bed was never made for two..."

He takes a shivery deep breath as we begins to sway to the soft tune escaping his graceful body.

"I'll keep my arms wide open, I'll keep my eyes wide open..."

His eyes flutter closed as he embraces himself into the chorus.

"Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go, 'cause 'm tired of being alone, don't let me, don't let me go, cause I'm tired of being alone."

His wonderful voice fades off as he makes a shy eye contact with me. "L-louis...?" I stutter, looking down at his nervous little body in the bean bag chair.

"Yeah?" He says, his focus still in his lap, shyly.

"Who was that a-about?" I whisper, grabbing his wrist with my hand softly.

"No one," He barks.

Who, exactly, though?

Boyfriend?

Friend?

Passed uncle?

No one?

I got the strange urge to hug him, and acted on it. Its not like he could think I was any weirder than he already thought, so why not? "What the bloody hell, Marcel?" He chokes, barely pushing me off of his body.

"S-sorry." I whisper, immediately curling back into my turtle shell that I spent most of my time in on school grounds.

He sighs ands gets up, myself following him close behind. "Can we record that?" I call across the long room, gesturing towards the small recording space. "Can we play it on the piano instead? I feel like it would sound nicer." I whisper, shoving him inside the studio and shutting the door abruptly. "Acapella for now, I can edit the piano into the track." I tell him, the headphones around my neck, the ears secured properly. He starts sing angelically again, a huge smile crossing my face. I can feel him staring at me through the thick glass, my back turned to the window, swaying involuntarily to the gorgeous music.

He stops singing and his eyes back open gorgeously. Maybe the word 'gorgeous' is a but overused, but at least it's true. I watch him intently, his eyes shoot back down to the floor as soon as our eyes meet. I lean down so that my lips were closer to the microphone. "T-That was beautiful, Louis." Like you. I'm a nerd! I can't like the star footie player! Thats virtually impossible!

But true.

Shut up, Marcel.

Louis' POV

Marcel kept giving me odd glances, not friendly glances either. They were lustful glances, sometimes even stares until I looked up. Then he was London's biggest nerd again, stuttering and all.

"Can you get me out of here?" I groan into the microphone, stepping back over to the glass door.

I jiggled the knob until Marcel unlocked it with a chuckle, and a wide smile, flashing his perfect white teeth and dimples.

"Harry!" Marcel's mum called from downstairs. He groans and stomps out of the room, peering over the stair railing. "It's Marcel, mum. I changed it to Marcel." He huffs, stomping down the stairs as I follow slowly behind him. "It's Harry. I named you Harry." His mum shoots back, rolling her eyes. Why? Why would he change his name? And why Marcel? "Can you get the laundry? The Bachelor comes back on in like twenty seconds and I can't miss it! It's between that Rebecca and Haley! Haley's so much better!" She squeals, her red toe nail polish catching my eye as I peer curiously down the stairs. "Mum, I have someone over. Can I do it later?" She sighs in response and shoos me back up the steps. "Go, then." He nods and grabs my wrist, pulling me back up the stairs and into the music room. "Sorry about her, she's probably drunk li-"

"Harry, why'd you change your name to Marcel?" I ask him, a smirk plastered on my face.

"One, my name is Marcel and two, because I hate the name Harry." He shudders, shaking his head.

"I like Harry. You should keep Harry." I smile, cocking my head to the side with a sympathetic smile. He obviously wasn't treated well at home. Actually, correction, he was treated like utter shit. Like nothing. Like a servant.

"I don't." He mutters, sitting himself down at the piano.