The One With The Nerd || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3: A Day in the Life

"Oh, just shut it Lewis! You're just embarrassed because I'm making fun of your stupid crush!"

Hmm what? No way, right? There's no way Louis is gay, I mean, he makes fun of me- Marcel- for it. I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that, I think. I just..what? I'm speechless.

I stood there, dumbfounded for a bit before looking over at Louis to find him staring down at and fiddling with his fingers, his cheeks a harsh crimson colour. Aiden stares at him with a smirk taking hostage across his smug face, and then turns his attention back to me, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, come on, are you going to show us around or what?"

I led them through the halls and around the studio, Louis hadn't said another word since, and just followed us along, much like a shadow. Aiden on the other hand, kept picking at every little thing, and after an hour and a half it was far beyond irritating. But thankfully the tour was done and I was free to leave, which is exactly what I did after waving goodbye to everyone.

I arrived home at five-thirty, and decided to order a pizza, considering my parents weren't home to make something good. I ran up stairs to my ensuite to have a shower while I awaited my glorious food. Once I'd stripped my clothes, I stepped under the shower, letting the warm water cascade down my shoulders, back and head, and I let out a sigh. Leading a double life sure is exhausting.

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The next day, Tuesday, I awoke to the sound of my screeching alarm beside my bed, and quickly rolled over to slap it. Ugh mornings. If only morning was a person, then I could slap them. What am I even saying? I must be losing it. Okay, now I've just spent a whole however many minutes just lying in my bed and talking to myself. Stop stalling and just get out, you goon!

I was still just laying there on my back, staring up at the white ceiling. I began laughing at myself when my 'brain' started singing; "get out, get out, get out of your bed. And go-o to scho-ol instead", in the tune of one of my older songs; One Thing.

I slowly swung my legs over the side of my bed, while struggling to sit up. Phew that's hard work. I don't understand why I can't just take my bed to school. Oh, that's right. It won't fit through the doors. I pushed myself up onto my feet, and dawdled over to my walk-in cupboard, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes in the process.

I threw on a pair of boxers, because ...well... I sleep naked, and a pair of khaki pants over the top, hunting through the drawers for a shirt. I spotted one of my long sleeved white shirts, and chucked it on, buttoning it up so my tattoos were no longer exposed. I put a brown and fern-green sweater vest on over the top to finalise the look of 'Marcel's' attire. I went back over to my bed, and snatched my thick-rimmed glasses from my nightstand and put them on as I stepped into my bathroom - which doesn't even have a bath, I must add.

I mean, how ridiculous, right? The word 'bath' is right there in the name! Like, come on, they had one job.

I stared through the mirror at the tangled mess on my head, as my suspicion grew that by now, I probably have a whole family of birds living in it. I sighed, and grabbed the hair gel that was sitting on the edge of the sink. For some reason, I thought it'd be a great idea to hold the container above my head with both hands, and squeeze it as hard as I could. Oh, how I was so very wrong.

The idiot that I am, had forgotten to take the lid off. So, as I squeezed harder and harder, all the while wondering why it wasn't coming out, the lid suddenly came bursting off, and I had no choice but to watch it hit me square in the head, along with the majority of a container full of gel. I let out a startled squeak- a manly one though- and hurriedly put the container up right on the sink, all the while trying to balance the pool of liquid on my head.