Marcel.

CHAPTER 1

-6 MONTHS EARLIER-

*Marcel's P.O.V*

My eyes slowly opened as the light poured through my bedroom curtains. The blinding light causing me to squint. I groaned as I eventually sat up, stretching my arms out as my back muscles were tense from the long night of sleep.

"Marcel! Breakfast! Get down here before Harry eats it!"

I swung my legs round the side of my bed and gradually stood up and walked to my wardrobe putting on a vest top and sweat pants. Today I was just going to stay in. No one was going to see me.

When I got to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I walked in on Harry shaving.

He turned around, half his stubble still covered in shaving foam.

"Marcel seriously. If the door is closed don't just walk in." Harry groaned.

Then he turned back around and carried on shaving.

"Umm sorry." I muttered then made my way into the other bathroom.

Once my teeth had been cleaned and my hair was gelled back into its normal style, I walked back to my bedroom and grabbed my glasses. At the moment they had tape round them. The reason for that was because Harry 'accidentally' sat on them. But I had ordered new ones and they were meant to arrive today.

I went down stairs into the kitchen and my breakfast was all set up on the table.

"Marcel honey, we have some news." My mother said in a serious tone.

She fidgeted.

"Mum what's happened?" I asked worriedly.

"Nothing Marcel... We're moving house. And that also means you're moving school."

My face dropped.

"What?" I chocked

"I'm sorry."

"Does Harry know?" I asked impatiently.

"We told Harry before he went upstairs." She spoke.

Straight after she said that Harry jogged down the stairs wearing a black 'The 1975' tee shirt with grey sweatpants low on his hips.

"Whys everyone all depressed." He chuckled.

After speaking he came up behind me and stole a piece of bacon off of my plate. Then he walked off shouting. "Thanks mate! And mum, I'm going out! Bye."

Harry actually got invited out and then there's just me sitting in my room watching movies all day alone.

But Harry's personality was very different to mine. He could actually confidently carry out a confiscation without stuttering like a maniac. He was so confident and I... I just wasn't.

But there also was another difference. Everyone loved Harry.

I was the one always in his shadow.

A/N Hi guys! Hope this is good enough for the first chapter! please be a fabulous person and check out my other fanfic! It's a Niall one and is called......

'The nerd- Niall Horan.'

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