Marcel.

CHAPTER 2

*Marcel's POV*
It had been a few hours since Harry left. Three to be exact, but I don't care to be honest.
Harry. Harry. Harry. That's what everyone seemed to care about. Yes, I know he's attractive and all, but I just seem to get blanked. All the time.
Harry has everything. He has the charisma, the charm, the looks and he can just say things to people without it coming across the wrong way. But whenever he talks to me, he comes across.... Almost scary. Yes I'm scared of Harry. I've admitted it, and I'm ashamed of it.
My mother tries to tell me I'm perfect just the way I am, but I have a very hard time believing that. Before I went upstairs, my mother told me 'You'll have a fresh start at the new house. You'll be able to make new friends, and Harry will have nothing to do with it.'
But the thing is. That's not what I was worried about.
The worst time to go to a new school was during the middle of a school year. Everyone had their friends, or groups that they hung around with. The new kids most of the time were left by themselves. Kicked to the side like trash.
She also told me we were moving in three days. Three days. Three. Days.
Three days to pack up my life. I can either do that, or I have fresh start and become new person.
My mum used to say to me "Marcel honey, people will like you, for you. You don't need to change for anyone. Promise me that you will be who you want to be."
That would come to mind a few times, and I would agree and think about people that are the same as me and going through the same thing. But then I also thought if I changed the way I looked and acted, I might actually make some friends at this new school. I know, it's hard to believe. Me thinking about making friends.
I chuckled to myself, that idea was so far out of reach.
Friends was never an easy topic for me. Mostly because.. I.. I don't have any.
But you'd never guess who the most popular guy in the whole school is. Harry.
But he doesn't give me any help.
I've never asked him though.
Maybe I should...?
Maybe he could help me at the new school...
But he would probably laugh in my face, and tell me to shove of like most days. I'll just see what this new school is like, then I'll judge whether to have a chat with him or not.
Then there was a knock at the door.
"Marcel,mean you grab the door please honey." My mum hollered from upstairs. I walked over to the door, pulled the handle down, but before I managed to swing the door open Harry had already pushed it open, causing me to fall backwards and hit my back.
"Woah Marcel careful." He chuckled to himself. He then carried on walking, but after a few seconds he swiftly turned back and started to walk towards me.
"Your glasses arrived by the way," he said whilst throwing the box at me (which I luckily caught) "they were left outside the door, god knows how long they've been there." After that conversation he disapeer end upstairs.
Mine and Harry's conversations were always like that. Short and snappy. Never lasted for longer than five minutes, I guess he just didn't want to talk to me. He was like everyone else. The only person who didn't mind talking to me was my parents.

I need to sort out my new self in the three days I have left. I had my heart set on looking completely different from the usual Marcel. I wanted to be like Harry. I wanted people to like me, like they liked Harry. So I made my way upstairs and tried to work with the little selection of clothing I had. Or I could go into Harry's bedroom...

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The door was right in front of me, all I had to do was push the door open. Harry was downstairs watching TV so I made the choice that he wouldn't be up here for a while. I hope. I pushed the door open and slipped in. His room was clean, and had a suitcase laying on the bed filled with the type of clothes that Harry could pull off flawlessly. I quickly scattered over to Harry's wardrobe, and swung open the wooden doors.

Inside was left a red plaid shirt, black skinny jeans and lastly a pair of black Nike airforce hightops. I took it all, closed the door and ran back to my bedroom. I put the clothing on my bed then locked my bedroom door.

I looked at the clothing.

That's when I decided that I needed to try it on. I stripped from the clothing that I was wearing, and also placed that in my bed next to Harry's clothes. I slipped on the plaid shirt, doing up most of the buttons. I then slipped into the very tight black skinny jeans, lastly adding the shoes to complete. Walking over to the mirror, I felt different. I felt. like I was trying to be someone else, like a 'character.'

Maybe that's what I needed to do.

I walked over to my door and unlocked it, but then my phone buzzed from the other side of the room. I slowly walked over to it and tapped in my pass code. I sat in my bed trying to figure out what caused it to buzz. I just about tapped on my iMessage app-

"Marcel... Why are you wearing my clothes?" My head quickly flung up from my phone.

"Uh.. Umm..." I struggled to find out what to say.

"Well I'm going to need them back, I left them in my wardrobe for a re- Wait! You've been in my room!" He shouted the end bit, making me wince and tense up slightly.

"I'll give them back just wait a second okay?" I spoke back shakily and quiet.

"Whatever." He muttered, he then gave me a weird look, and walked out of my room.

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