Marcel or Harry?

Chapter 2

Harry POV

"I'll see you tomorrow, gorgeous"

"Always count on it, handsome" Selena smirked as I chuckled,

she sticks her head in through my car window as she gives me a peck on my lips,

and two kisses on my cheek.

"Bye, I love you" she said,

after pulling away from my car window.

"I love you too" I smirked as she smiles,

waving one last time before walking towards her house and going inside,

closing the door behind her.

I swear I have never felt this way before in my whole life,

she truly extraordinary to me.

I turn my steering wheel as I move away from my parked space and drive off.

As I was driving,

I quickly turned my head to look at Marcel as I noticed he was leaning his head at the window,

staring outside of it as every tree kept passing by.

"Marcel" I sighed, turning my head back to the road.

"Mmm?"

"You know what I'm going to say"

"And I don't want to hear it"

"But you know I'm right,

Olly and his friends are going to keep tormenting you if you don't stick up for yourself"

"Your point being?" he asked with a blank expression on his face as he still kept his green orbs outside the window.

"My point being?

You going to have to stick up for yourself,

it's not as hard as you think"

"That's easy for you to say,

your Harry Styles, the 'school's heartthrob'.

I'm Marcel Styles, the 'school's geek'...."

he said as he sighs sadly,

causing me to look at him and sigh sadly as I still kept my eyes at the road.

We finally arrived at our house as I pull over to our driveway,

parking my car as I turn off the engine.

"Come on, we're here" I told him as I patted his knee.

I opened my car door as I get out,

closing the car door behind me.

I look over at Marcel as he's clutching his books in one hand and his briefcase in another,

he closes the car door as he's wiping some dust of his brown vest,

pushing up his glasses on his nose with his finger.

We make our way towards the front door,

I was in front as he was behind.

"WE'RE HOME!" I yelled as I walked inside my house,

I heard footsteps come in as I see my mother,

wearing a pink and white apron around her waist which I guess she cooking dinner.

"Hello sweetheart" she smiles, walking over to me as she lays her hands on my cheeks and kisses my right cheek.

"Hey mom"