My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Living in Bradford, UK was very hard. Here in Bradford everyone was rich, so every where you looked all you could pretty much see was stupid little winy rich girls asking their dad's for money. Luckily my mom raised me better, and I couldn't ask my dad for money since I never got the chance to meet him. He passed away from cancer when I was two. Me and Zayn Malik were best friends since we were in middle school. When you're bullied for being 250 lbs at 5”6 it can build a friendship with someone whose being bullied for being the nerdiest kid in school. But that didn't matter to us, we became each others best friend, each others support. In the summer of '08 Zayn and his family went to California for his cousin's wedding. So for that whole summer I just stayed at home doing whatever I could find to do.