MARCEL
"I'm home, mum!"
I dropped my bag in the hallway and kicked my shoes off. She was cooking dinner, pesto pasta, I could smell it.
"Hi, sweetie, how was your day?" Her name is Anne.
"Fine, mum", I lied. She didn't know about the bullying. "I am going up to my room."
I opened my laptop. Once I had logged into my user I opened Facebook. I didn't have Facebook anymore because everyone simply used to send me hate. Over time I deleted it. To be honest I still don't know if that was a good idea, because after that people started calling me 'Pussy' for not managing to handle the hate.
I typed 'Grace Young' in the search bar. A profile with her face on it popped up and I clicked it. Most of it was blocked, but I could open her profile picture. In the photo she was wearing a summer dress and a flower crown (those seemed to be so popular now a day). She had around 90 likes one her picture, almost a 100. All the comments were showering her with compliments about how beautiful she was and how they envied her.
The description caught my eye:
"Don't ever judge a book by its cover."
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The next day I got my daily dose of Peter and his mothafuckin' clique. They didn't shove me in the locker, as it now belonged to Grace. I was on time for my first class for a change. I sat down in my usual seat at the front. Grace walked in and when she saw me she smiled.
"Good morning, Marcel", she chirped and sat down on my lap, even though her seat was right next to mine. I didn't know what to do. Her bum was placed on my cock. If she started moving I’m pretty sure this would be considered grinding. I was completely still.
"Here", she said and grabbed my arms and placed them around her waist. She leaned back, leaning on my chest. She smelled so good. Like a summer breeze. I know it sounds strange, but hear me out. Its summer and you go out, the wind picks up and you smell flowers, green, water and sun. It’s hard to understand, but she did smell amazing.
The bell rang and the room started to fill up with students. Peter and his crew walked in looking confident and really badass. They were all walking in a pack with Peter as the pack leader. As the crew passed my seat, Peter winked at Grace. My body became tense and Grace could tell. She turned her head towards me, and as she was on my lap she was very close to my face.
“Marcel, are you OK?” She asked. I nodded. I wanted her to look away again, to not be so close because she was fogging up my glasses. It was just the way her lips moved when she spoke. I could only imagine kissing them - Her soft, pink, plump lips on mine. We would get more and more heated and then she would stick her tongue in my mouth and I would probably faint. Now my glasses were not only fogging up, but my erection in my pants growing due to the fantasising about us making out.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked again due to my sudden tensing up again. Then she started moving, she was turning her upper body towards me and her bum lightly brushed over my already growing bulge. I gulped.
God, Marcel, every little thing she does turn you on. Man up.
The thing is to a normal guy this probably wouldn’t turn them on, because they had sex I bet every day, but I had never had any action in my life. Her face came even closer to mine and she lifted her hand up to my forehead.
“You’re heating up.”
“No, it’s nothing. I think the collars chaffing.” (A/N: I thought that was funny.)
Her hands went down to my collar and her fingers started fidgeting with the top button. The top button was up and she loosened my tie. This was defiantly not helping the situation down there. My breathing quickened when her small hands rested on my chest. Was she even aware of what she was doing?
“Better?” She asked.
I didn’t get any time to answer before Mr Williams entered the classroom. Grace jumped gracefully off my lap and I slid the chair further in against the desk to hide Marcel Junior. I didn’t know if it was very big or not even noticeable, but just in case.
“Right”, Williams started. “We are going to do a little group project on either the first or second world war.”
Everyone in the room started whispering, giving their mates that ‘you and me on the project, bro? – look, while I was just sat there, with nobody to do it with. This was what it was like every group project we had. Every time it ended up with the same result: I was either alone or someone would be forced to be with me (And I would do all the work and they would get an A+). I sighed as I started writing my own notes on the project. I was going to write a paper on comparing the two wars. It was a shook when Grace took my hand. I looked up at her and she leaned over.
“You and me, Marcel. Your house after school”, she whispered. It wasn’t a question asking me to be her partner, it was a statement. I was her partner.
“Grace, babe?” Peter shouted over the class and me and Grace both turned our heads. “You and me babe!” He winked.
“Sorry, I’ve got my babe right here!” She said lifting our intertwined hands for him and the whole class to see.
Imagine Marcel's erection.
ANYWAY OMFG BEST SONG EVER WAS THE BEST VIDEO EVER! AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT? MARCEL WAS SO CUTE AND I LOVED LEEROY AND VERONICA WAS SEXY AND THEY WERE ALL CUTE AS A BUTTON!
AND HAPPY 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY 1D woopwoop *cries*
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Marcel (Marcel/Harry Styles)
FanfictionHe wears big glasses and has a big brain, but also a big heart. If he ever got the chance to love a girl, he would do it right. But nobody ever gave him a chance. Until Grace. His first friend. His first love. Someone who would change Marcel.
