What A Feeling // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 13

~It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?,

Tell me now, am I running out of time?~

"Are you nervous?" Louis asked, stopping at a red light. He looked over at Harry. But Harry didn't look like Harry. Harry was wearing nerdy glasses, a white shirt with a cute little tweed vest over it, and his hair was styled in a very un-Harry manner.

He wasn't Harry. He was Marcel.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He huffed. "The whole job relies on me getting this job." He crossed his arms, then flattened out the creases in his shirt.

"Just be you. Your fake resume will do you wonders, Marcel." Harry smacked his arm hard. "It's right here you dummy, now let me out." Louis unlocked the doors, and Harry went around to the other side of the car, opening the door. "Aw, she's asleep."

Louis shrugged, letting Harry take the baby. You see, he had learned from his outing with Louis. Girls love babies. He knew Jessica, the woman who was interviewing him, would be no different.

He took the carrier out of the car, using small movements while whispering goodbye to Louis. Then he walked through the doors of the temp agency. Not that busy for a Thursday morning, he thought. "Are you Marcel?" A woman asked, standing.

"I am." Harry said, in a squeaky nerdy voice. "Jessica, correct?"

"That's me."

"I'm so sorry, but I didn't have anyone to leave my daughter with. She's asleep right now, won't make any noise."

Jessica eyed Harry up and down. His stomach fluttered - it was going to work. Simon was right. He was right about everything. "That's fine. She's so cute, how old is she?"

Harry smirked, getting into character. "Almost three months now."

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"Ay, it's ya boi. Marcel Styles. An employed man." Harry said, when Louis pulled up again, wearing a completely new outfit from Adidas. "What's with the..."

"Lottie brought the latest PR packages from Donny." Louis said. "The kiddos send their love. And yay, you're hired. Now get in, I'm tired."

"We did some training and stuff. Basic stuff. Once I show how good I am at this stuff, I'll start interviewing people."

"What does this mean?" Louis asked, brushing the hair out of his eyes and looking over at Harry, who was putting the diaper bag in the backseat.

"We're on schedule. Everything's going well on my end." Harry said, looking at Louis like he was dumb. Louis yawned, rubbing his eyes. He looked like a little kitten. "Hey, I'll drive, okay?"

"Okay." Louis sighed, getting out. Harry got into the driver's seat, and Louis gave him directions back to Simon's. "Love you, Hazza."

"Love you too, Lou Bear."

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Zayn, as he always was, was working out in the gym. Not for any particular reason, either. The mission did not require him to use any strength, or have any skills beside computer hacking and people skills. He had considerable amounts of both of those already, as well as some deep-seated emotional issues.

So he ran and listened to sad music.

"Hello." Perrie said, walking in with a smirk and a lollipop.

"Back to make me feel bad?" Zayn asked, slowing the treadmill down. He checked his heartbeat. Too fast. It felt like he was floating.

"You bet. But this time I'm actually curious, in what universe would you think that that rat - Liam Payne - would ever be better than my friend. Luke Davies?"

"No comment." Zayn said. "I don't like either one of them too much."

"What kind of person marries someone that they just met like two days ago?"

"It was four months." Perrie pursed her lips. "Did I do something to offend you? Or do you just need to take your ego out on someone, and I'm always the only one around."

"That's about it." Perrie smiled. "Have fun, now!" Perrie ran out, and Zayn stopped the treadmill, gasping for air. He laid down on the floor, putting his head between his knees. He tried to drink water, but it sloshed down his t-shirt.

He passed out, laying there next to the vent.

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"Calm down." Liam said, soothing him. Zayn's head was in massive pain. From the concussion that he had given himself, and from the lack of oxygen. There were several fans blowing on Zayn, who had been stripped down to his boxers and thrown in bed.

Liam was sitting in the chair, curled up, looking tiny. "I'm glad you're okay." He said. "I was worried, thought you were dead or something."

Zayn's eyelids got really heavy then, and he just pulled the blankets over himself. As he drifted back to a place where he wasn't in pain, he felt lips touch his forehead, and the words, "Good night, little bean."