MARCEL’S POV
“Oh God she’s just so cute” Liam blushed with his chin in the palm of his hands.
“Who?” I interrupted out of nowhere.
“What the-? Harry what are you doing here?!” they all jumped out of their seats realizing I was standing behind them. I giggled and sat on the vacant seat beside Niall.
“Hey why on earth are you dressed like that?” Niall said pointing my hair.
“What? My hair isn’t dressed, Niall.”
“I mean, the disguise dude. Why aren’t you dressed as Marcel today?”
“Long story.” I ignored and throw my attention to the group of cheerdancers in the field. “Who are you stalking anyway?” I asked them.
“That one with the shortest skirt and high pink stripes tubesocks,” Louis answered with sarcasm. “that’s my girl.” Liam added.
“Who’s she?” I asked with narrowed brows.
“Well, as I said, she’s my girl” Liam insists.
Louis sighed, “She’s Denise Gabrielle Carter, 17, lives five blocks across Liam’s house, the most popular chic here in Eton Harrow University, an all-time volleyball and tennis MVP for girl’s division, a consecutive top dean’s lister, running for EHU’s supreme student council as president, awarded as the most known and influential student here in EHU, and currently the cheerleader of the EHU troupe.”
“Whoa” I paused and stared amazingly at Gabrielle. How was it even possible for a human being to be that gorgeously perfect? Like, she’s full-packaged. To think that a guy like Liam would be after her, it’s like a 1.5% chance of probability winning her heart. Hahahaha!
“And to top it all, she’s also Liam’s dream girl” Louis loudly laughed.
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HARCEL
FanfictionAll nineteen year-old Harry Styles wanted was a private steady life in spite of his career being the lead vocalist in his own band White Eskimos. That's exactly what he got before his father pressed him to continue his college studies. But because o...
