A one shot where Louis falls in love with Marcel, but Marcel isn't who he says he is. 

Sent in by: RainbowBeanStyles

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"Cut! That's a wrap for the day!" The director calls. Harry smiles, giving a few handshakes to his coworkers before dashing off to makeup to get back into his regular clothes. He had school tomorrow and a huge project was due in his English class. 

"Harry, what are you rushing for?" Kathy, the costume designer, asks as Harry literally pulls his costume off and hastily hangs it on the hanger with his name. 

"I've got a project to finish tonight for school." He replies as he looks himself in the mirror and pulls a hand through his hair so it didn't look so artificial. He smiles at himself before taking his backpack and dashing to his car parked outside the studio. 

I'm in such deep shit. He mutters to himself as he pulls out his phone and dials Louis' number. He promised that he would come to his house later tonight to finish the project, but he didn't expect shooting to go that long today. 

"Marcel, why aren't you here? I've literally been waiting!" Louis complains. Harry sniffles a bit, remembering who he was supposed to be. 

"I'm sorry, I had to...babysit tonight and I forgot to call." He answers. He could tell Louis was rolling his eyes on the other end of the line, but he doesn't pay it much attention. If Louis knew the real reason why Harry was late, he wouldn't have such a problem with it. 

"Really, Mar? I don't have time for this, just get here as soon as you can." Louis sighs and hangs up. Harry huffs as he pulls into an empty parking lot. He opens his back and pulls out what he needs. He pulls sweater vest over himself and exchanges his tennis shoes for polished church shoes. This is followed by him gelling his hair back and pushing a pair of fake glasses over his eyes. He curses at himself as he remembers the stupid contacts. It takes a while, but he finally is able to put the colored contacts in, before getting back on the road. 

He pulls into Louis' driveway a couple minutes later. He steps out, making sure his slacks were still okay looking and everything was fine. Usually he didn't have to rush like this to get ready, but he knew he was on crunch time as it was. He heads to the front door, which opens before he can knock. 

Louis stands there, small and very angry. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked done with life, but Harry couldn't take him seriously considering he was a couple inches taller than him. 

"Come inside, loser." Louis jokes, showing Harry to his room. For a second Harry forgot who he was and almost replied with a witty comment, but then remembered and just followed Louis wordlessly. When they get to Louis' room he stops as he sees the posters of his show tapped to his wall. 

"Sorry it's a little messy." Louis complains kicking a pile of dirty clothes under his bed and giving Harry an awkward smile. It wasn't the clothes he was worried about, but the literal posters hanging up of just Harry. He didn't even know they sold those. He shakes his head. 

"It's fine." He continues, reassuring Louis. Louis sighs and starts talking about their project. 

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About an hour later the boys come to a good stopping point. They were both pleased with the work that they had done, but Harry didn't have to be home for another 20 minutes almost. Louis invited him to stay a while longer, because 'why stay alone when you can hang out with me?'. Harry was tempted to say something, but didn't. 

"Marcel, I'm sorry if this is weird, but are you...uh...gay? Or anything else. Just, would be chill with like LGBT stuff?" Louis questions. They had been sitting around for a while before Louis spoke up, so Harry was a little shocked at the question. He straightens and smiles at him. 

Harry had been out for a while now and was one of the most well known gay actors in the business. Besides being gay he was also known for his dark hair and striking green eyes, which weren't really striking when you actually saw them in real life, but Harry let them have it. 

"Yea, I am gay...I am...that." Harry stutters on purpose. Harry had created Marcel because he needed an alias so he could continue schooling and since his mother was super traditional she wanted to offer him a completely normal schooling experience even though they had a not so normal life. So, Harry created Marcel so he could go to school and Marcel was a nerd and was always embarrassed about things. That was the reason why he wore colored contacts everyday and pushed his hair back and wore baggy clothes, to hide who he really was. Because without Harry's eyes, hair, body, or gayness nobody would recognize him. 

"Good. You don't have a...boyfriend right? Like you're single?" Louis asks. Moving closer to Harry.

"Yeah." Harry stammers, pushing his glasses up his nose. Louis pulls the glasses off his face and smiles as he tosses them on the bed. He leans in, but stops as he looks into Harry's eyes and sees the outline of a contact. 

"Do you have contacts in?" Louis questions, moving back, shocked. Harry stands, flabbergasted. He didn't know what to say without making it obvious that something weird was up. 

"Yeah. I uh...yea. I don't like my natural eye color." Harry mutters. Louis doesn't believe him. He looks at his face closer, noticing the same exact details he noticed on his idol. He saw the tiny freckle he hadn't noticed before on Marcel's chin. He moves back and goes to one of his posters. 

"Who are you?" Louis whispers. Harry sighs, bringing a hand to his hair and ruffling it. 

"Give me a second and I'll explain everything." Harry sighs. Knowing that at this point there was nothing he could do, but tell him the truth. 

He locks the restroom door and pulls off the sweater vest and unbuttons on of the buttons at the top like he would normally do. He washes his hair out in the sink and dries it. He runs his hand through it a couple of times just to make sure it didn't clump. He took the contacts out of his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror and for the first time realizing that he felt free almost. 

He walks out, standing in the doorway as Louis stands shocked. Louis doesn't say anything as he just stares at Harry Styles. As in the actor. The famous actor that was known for dating countless girls and he had almost kissed him. He had almost kissed Harry Styles unknowingly. 

"You...why didn't you tell me! I almost kissed you!" Louis feels himself tearing up at the sight of him. He falls to his knees dramatically overwhelmed. 

"Babe! It's okay. I wanted to kiss you. I still do." Harry says, going closer to Louis and kneeling next to him and bringing him into his arms. 

"This can't be happening. This...you can't be..." Louis starts crying into Harry's shoulder. He couldn't believe this was happening. Harry Styles went to his school and wanted to kiss him. 

"It's true. I promise that this is happening, babe. It's all true. Look at me?" Harry asks quietly. Louis slowly looks up at Harry. Harry wipes Louis' tears from under his eyes and places a hand on his chin. 

"You look really adorable and I promise this isn't me faking. If you didn't notice I tweeted about you a few times." Harry says, pulling his phone out of his pocket and googling his tweet, all while holding on to Louis at the same time. 

"This tweet was about me?" Louis asks quietly taking the phone from his hands and looking at it. Harry gives a small nod and kisses the top of Louis' head. 

"Will you be my boyfriend? Of course we can't go public as Harry and Louis, but we can go public as Marcel and Louis." Harry suggests. Louis nods. 

"I would like that." Louis says. Harry gives Louis another squeeze. 

"Are you going to be my secret keeper?" 

"For sure."