Marcel thinks "love", people think "study", teachers think "improvement", Louis thinks "Harry".

Harry Styles is a semi-average teenage boy. He goes to high school, gets good grades, etc. But one thing not so normal about his life; He isn't known as Harry at school. He's known as Marcel Styles, school nerd. You see, Harry purposely dresses up in sweater vests and khaki pants. He wants to be seen as the kid no one talks to. Only his mother and closest friend, Liam Payne, know of his true self. All is going well in 'Marcel's' life until a punk-rock Louis Tomlinson steps into the picture. With his tattoos and piercings, Louis takes and interest in Marcel. As the two boys grow closer day after day, Harry knows he should tell Louis. But Harry's heart breaks as Louis didn't fall in love with who he truly was. Louis fell in love with the boy Harry pretended to be.

"What's your name, love?" The unknown man breathed huskily into my ear. My eyes widened as his lips attached to my neck. I gasped at the feeling. He sucked lightly at the skin under his soft lips. I was frozen to the spot in the empty hallway. The small chattering from the kitchen could still be heard as the pain intensified on my neck. "So, what's your name again?" He asked, his lips brushing against my neck, which made me shiver. "U-uh, M-Marcel." I stuttered nervously. Hit bit down harshly on my neck and I winced in pain. I wanted to push him away but I just couldn't bring myself to move at all. "When your mum introduced me I never got your name. You look adorable with those glasses and that vest." He whispered and placed a light kiss on the bruised area. I closed my eyes briefly but opened then back up to get a glance at him. His piercing blue eyes stared back at me. His hair was up and slightly shifted to the side and he was fit. But why was he doing this to a nerd like me? Doesn't he see how ugly I am? He cupped my cheek with one hand and the other on the back of my thigh. "Don't think differently about yourself, babe." He walked away right after he ran his fingertips over my crotch lightly. "I'll be seeing you again." He stated, before walking away from me.

They were five boys with nothing in common, forced to spend a Saturday detention together. At 8 a.m., they had nothing to say, but by 4 p.m., they had bared their souls to each other and formed an unbreakable bond. To the outside world they were simply the Athlete, the Recluse, the Prince, the Criminal and the Brain, but to each other, they became the Breakfast Club. 16,000+ words (one-shot)

Being in your sister's shadow blows. Once you're in someone's shadow, people expect more from you. Well, with me what you see is what you get. It's me, Chloe. Just, Chloe. My life sucks, actually. I have a sister and she's absolutely perfect. She's pretty, she's popular and she's actually really smart. Surprise, surprise. Everybody loves her. The guys, the teachers, everyone.