Caught In The Act

Chapter 10

***Harry's P.O.V.***

I ran in the park on the bike trail, clearing my mind of everything. It pissed me off that Zayn would do something like that to such a sweet girl.

I need to think of something to get him back. It can't be that hard, can it?
I continue running and tell myself to think about it later.

As I start to get closer to the road, I see Marcel in a car with Emily. Since when does he talk to her? He's always been so shy. I shrug it off and keep running. It's nice to run after a long day. To me it's relaxing and a time to completely clear your mind of everything.

I check the time and see that's its almost time for dinner. I better get home before Mom gets worried. I then start to run home, trying to beat the time. Once I get home, I see Emily's car in the driveway. She must be staying for supper.

I walk in the front door and hear clanking in the kitchen. Mom must be making dinner. I run upstairs and walk past Marcel's room. The door is open and Emily is sitting on Marcel's bed. She must not have noticed me walk by, so I just head to my room, close the door, and grab clothes and a towel for a shower.

***Emily's P.O.V.***

"Come on Marcel. How long does it take for you to change clothes?" I asked a little annoyed as a sat on his bed waiting for him to put on his new clothes.

"Hey, I'm not used to wearing this kind of stuff!" He called back from the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and looked around his room at all the pictures and books. His room was so clean and organized.

"How do I look?" I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned to look at Marcel in his band t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and sneakers. I smiled, looking at him from head to toe.

"You look great. Now for the glasses and hair." I say getting up and walking towards him. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet cover and I took off his glasses.

"Your eyes are green. I've never noticed that before." I smiled at him. He squinted at me, obviously not being able to see.

"Do you have contacts?" I asked him. He nodded in reply.

"But I don't ever wear them." He said.

"Well, now you're going to start." I pulled him up off of the toilet and he told me where they were. I grabbed them out of the drawer and handed them to him. He then started to put them in. I smiled at him when he was done. He smiled back at me showing dimples.

"Bend over the sink. We need to get that grease out of your hair." I giggled and he obeyed. I started to wash out all of the grease.

Once I was done, he stood back up and I giggled at his extremely wet hair in his face. He chuckled and I grabbed him a towel, then started to towel dry his hair.

Once I took the towel off of his head, I could see that his hair was curly just like Harry's. My mouth dropped open and I just stared at him.

"What?" He asked confused and worried. I smiled at him still shocked.

"You just look so much like Harry." I told him still smiling.

"Well he is my twin brother." He chuckled and I giggled with him.

"That's very true." I said still giggling. I followed him out of the bathroom and out to his bedroom. We sat on his bed and started talking about random things. I never knew he was so funny until now. I think I might be starting to like Marcel more than a friend. We were interrupted by a wet, naked Harry with a towel wrapped around his waist. I laughed at him.

"What? It's not like you haven't seen my like this before, Em." He said chuckling.

"I know but it's just funny." I said in between laughs. Marcel was now laughing with me, along with Harry.

"Do you have my shorts, Marcel?" He said finally calming down. Marcel nodded and got up still chuckling. He opened up his closet and grabbed a pair of shorts.

Harry took the shorts and stared at Marcel. It was like they were staring in a mirror. I stared at the two boys and smiled.

"Thanks, bro." Harry said and walked out backwards, still staring at Marcel. Marcel nodded.

"No problem." He said and sat back down by me. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Marcel put his arm around me and pulled me close. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Thank you." I whispered to him.

"For what?" He asked and looked down at me. I looked up into his bright green eyes and smiled back at his dimpled face.

"For being my friend." I told him. He smiled bigger and kissed my forehead.

"You're welcome." He said and I closed my eyes smiling, then rested my head on his chest. Today was a good day.

Let's hope that tomorrow will be the same.