The Nerd Who Stole My Heart (A Marcel/Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 28

***Thursday, Alyssa's POV***

I walked into the cafeteria and took my seat next to Marcel, as always. After what happened with Mike, him or his friends haven't bothered us. Mike looks at Marcel with fear in his eyes. If Mike's friends try to mess with Marcel, Mike tells them to back off.

It was nice. I'm so sick of drama and seeing that Mike was scared of Marcel was actually humorous. I see Marcel as the sweet, shy boy with sparkling green eyes. Mike sees Marcel as a tough guy, that you shouldn't mess with. Marcel is the total opposite from that.

Marcel ran his hand through his hair and smiled at me.

"Hi, A-Alyssa." He greeted, dimples also greeting me.

"Hey, Marcel." I returned with a warm smile.

I stretched my feet slightly, and accidentally they brushed Marcel's. He looked at me with captivating eyes, pupils dilated. Tingles were sent through my body from our contact. I kept rubbing my foot on his, and travelling to his ankles.

The feeling was very comforting. I wasn't sure how long we stayed this way. 

"Alyssa?" Marcel asked, getting my attention.

I brought my eyes to his, his face had a worried look and he seem very nervous. I nodded and smiled, trying to ease what ever was bothering him.

"Well erm, I was t-thinking if um, you w-wanted to go to that uh, c-carnival t-tomorrow?" Happiness filled me immediately. This was a huge step for Marcel. He's never really been the one to plan things for us. It's always been me setting up plans.

My mind thought of those posters plastered on the walls in the hallways. There was going to be a fundraiser carnival at school tomorrow night. I actually thought about asking Marcel to see if he'd like to go.

"Yes! I'd love to." I answered, enthusiastically because I was seeing his smile fading as I didn't answer. I was too busy getting lost in my happy thoughts.

His smile returned to his face, and now had dimples along with it.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6pm." With his new found confidence, he actually spoke without stuttering.

"Great." I told him, bubbily. I was so excited, and proud of Marcel for having the confidence to ask me.

"You don't have a car?" I asked as the thought struck me, how will he pick me up?

"Well, I can d-drive my mom's car. I'm getting my o-own car soon." He explained.

"Oh ok, awesome." I told him, excitedly. I'd have to tell my parents but I know they'll let me go.

*****

"Hey honey." My mom greeted. She was sitting on the couch, thumbing through a magazine.

"Hey." I said, sliding my bag off my arm.

"How was school?" She asked.

"It was really good."

I jogged up stairs to do my homework. I always do it right when I get home to get it out of the way. After Marcel helped me with my Algebra homework, it actually makes sense.

After about 45 minutes, I was done all my homework. I grabbed my iPad and went on Youtube. I loved watching videos on there. My favorite Youtuber is Shane Dawson. He's hilarious. I laughed at his videos every time.

"Alyssa! Dinner!"

"Coming!" I replied, locking my iPad and laying down on the bed.

The aroma of roasted chicken filled my senses. I really like it. I helped my mom set the table as I heard my dad come in the front door. He just got home from work.

"Hey." He greeted.

"Hi, how was work?" I asked.

"Good, how was school?" He replied.

"Nice." I sat down at the kitchen table and my mom came over and placed my dinner in front of me. My mouth watered looking at it. I was starving.

My parents both sat down shortly after me. I decided to break the silence.

"Um, there's a carnival at school tomorrow. I wanted to go with Marcel." I told them.

"Your nerdy friend?" She recalled. I didn't like how she just described him as nerdy. Then another thought came to me, he's not my friend, he's more. But Marcel and I never talked about being boyfriend and girlfriend. I'd never called him my boyfriend. We'd have to talk about it.

"Well, yeah." I didn't feel like explaining that he wasn't nerdy or my friend anymore. Well Marcel's personality is nerdy, and that's what I love, but my mom was obviously talking about his appearance. She'll see him tomorrow anyway.

"Ok, you can go." She smiled.

"It sounds like fun." My dad chirped in with a grin.

"It will be. I'm really excited." I told them.

"Marcel is a nice boy." My mom said. I started to blush, as she talked about him. I think my parents noticed too. I hope they don't point it out.

To my luck, they didn't. I helped my mom clean up after dinner as my dad went into the living room to watching TV.

"Lyss?" My mom calls me that. It's my nickname.

"Yeah, mom."

"Do you um, like Marcel?" My face flushed. She spoke low and I'm glad by dad wasn't in the room. But was it really that obvious?

"Uh, yeah." I answered in a whisper.

"Oh." She answered. I don't really know what she meant by that.

"Honey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't you think you could do better?" She said nervously. Anger boiled inside of me. I tried to stay calm.

"There is no one better than him." I said, narrowing my eyes at her. My voice had a slight edge to it. She was totally going off his appearance too. I hated to say this, because I love Marcel either way, but wait till she sees him tomorrow. He'll knock her socks off.

"Ok, ok." She said quickly because she could tell that she irritated me.

As soon as I was done helping her, I left the room. I was still kind of pissed that she had the nerve to say that. I went to my room and changed into a tank top and soft, fuzzy shorts that I sleep in. I looked at the clock. 7:30pm. I plopped down on my bed and grabbed the remote to turn the TV on. My favorite show would be on soon.

*****

That episode was so good. I laid down in my bed and stared at the ceiling and just started thinking. It was one of those moments where you think of your old friends and old memories. I thought about Bella, I did miss her but she wasn't really a true friend to me.

I have Marcel now. He's my best friend and my...boyfriend? I guess. I set a mental reminder to talk to Marcel about it. I'd consider him my boyfriend, it's just we'd never really put the label on it yet.

I started to feel tired. I pulled the covers up and flipped over onto my stomach. I sleep on my stomach. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.