Harry's POV: 

A week. For a whole week I hadn't spoken to London, well if I wouldn't count the text message, in which she informed me how our teacher was thinking about our project. Since that evening I wasn't going to the university anymore. It was bad enough to have no contact with the girl with dark, wavy hair and bright blue eyes, as I would then see her everyday, knowing that she didn't want to talk to me. I tried to enforce a limit, not thinking of her ... at least not until the day ... of the revelation. Maybe something would even happen before...., but first today was the shooting for 'Best Song Ever' and I had to admit, that since 'What Makes You Beautiful', I've never had looked forward to a shooting.

"What happened to your hand?" Lou asked me concerned and pointed to my injured hand.

"Oh, nothing special, it's all right.", I reassured her and sat down on the chair next to her.

Immediately, she ruffled her fingers through my hair and looked at me from all possible positions. Concentrated, she bit her lip as she frowned and her features eventually softened again.

"Well, then," She shrugged. "So, today we are going to make you a nerd?" A corner of her mouth rose as she grinned at me amusing.

"Yup, I guess so," I smiled and looked in the mirror in front of me to find me biting nervously on my bottom lip.

I couldn't wait to watch the music video later and then holding it in front of London's nose on the official release date. This was my plan, but I didn't really know if I should talk to her again before...because otherwise I would may take her by surpise...I knew that this was my intention, but I didn't want to scare her and look like a total creep, who pretended to be her nerdy friend. Luckily I had for a little more than 4 weeks.

"Alright, Harry, let's get you nerdy."

For what feels like the hundreth time. 

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"Alright, Harry. I'm glad that you like it, " the director said relieved and jumped back on his feet.

I gave him the script back and smiled at him politely. Meanwhile, I had transformed back to Marcel and wore thick,  giant glasses, which were even worse than the ones that Simon had given me a few weeks ago. My hair was gelled backwards as usual when I was the nerd, only that Lou had obviously done it a thousand times better than me. However, my clothes remained the same. The only thing I noticed was that the vest was more firm, accordingly slightly shorter.

The first scene was in a few minutes. It was the first time that I was a little excited. I had to make it perfect, so it comes across genuine. It was the first time that the boys and I had to really try hard to act like professional actors. A real challenge for us.

"Ahaha, dude, " I could identify my buddy by his accent and just knew that it was Niall, who burst into the mask, just to take a look at me.

"Yeah, looks nice right ?" I joked and had almost forgotten that the boys knew about the whole Marcel-thing.

"So you were like this all the time ?" Niall raised in a funny way his eyebrow and looked at me implausible, but amusing at the same time. "Turdy seven times ?" I rolled my eyes. Since the fans began to tease him about this 'cute' irish-accent, he never could resist to repeat it over and over again.

"Yeah, that's Marcel who's in front of you now," In my voice there was a hint of self-pity, but also some pride.

"You look great. " He patted me on my shoulder. "I'm almost done, just need to find Lou's hairspray , she said she needs the hair for my special quiff, ya know." His statement made ​​me laugh, because he wasn't the one who had tons of hair gel glued on top of his head.

A single gesture to my glistening, perfectly formed quiff was need before he noticed what I was laughing about. But he just laughed even louder, while looking at through the whole room to find the object what Lou needed, so he would be ready to set the camera on fire.

"Alright, there ya go," he murmured absently, as he approached the small bag that belonged to our stylist. "She may forgot it here, while forming the master piece on your head, " Niall snickered.

"That could be the exact reason Mr. Horan, " I said with a conceited, arrogant voice and pushed the glasses almost to the tip of my nose, looking extremely intelligent.

Immediately he began to laugh hysterically, clutching his stomach. There was nothing easier to do than making Niall laugh. Everyone had fun with him. When suddenly his mobile phone rang in the pocket of his blue jeans, the silence overtook us abruptly, and he answered the call.

"Ashtoooon, how are ya doing mate ?" Niall gave me a short note that he would now quickly go back to Lou and I nodded in response, chuckling slightly.

After Liam, Zayn and I would have shot our scenes done, then Niall and Louis were off. But before that we wanted to record the group scenes, so the two hadn't to disguise themselves yet. It was all a wild mess, but for some inexplicable reason I liked it that way.

My thoughts wandered back to the day when I was sitting masturbating in London's bathroom, desperately trying to get rid of the bulge in my pants. I could feel my cheeks flush and bit my lower lip, only to slide my tongue along the outline shortly after. Yes, that was wild, but embarrassing at the same time. Somehow it was also exciting, because it was the first time I noticed the effects that London had on me.

"Maaaarceeeeel ?" I heard a soft voice call.

It was Liam, or should I rather say, a total freak? I had to take holf of the chair, on which I sat before as I watched my buddy hopping inside the room. From top to bottom, dressed in sports clothes. A peroxide-blonde wig on his head, which was fixed with a pink hair band, he came dancing towards me. Directly behind him... a woman ...

No...way!

"ZAYN ?" I had to really work hard to not completely break out in laughter.

Zayn had turned into a woman, and I have to say, he didn't look that bad. His tattoos were covered with make up and he wore a black skirt, plus a white blouse and high heels. He obviously had his problems to walk properly in these things. He giggled like a girl, before playing the same game with me.

"HARRY ?" he said, amazed, making a not particularly feminine pose, as he tackled his hands tightly around his hips, shifting awkwardly in his high heels.

"Nope, I'm Marcel, " I corrected him and pointed to my glasses.

"Well, then, I'm Veronica, " he said seductively , making the situation even more awkward. "By the way, I like nerds ... they are so ... what should I say,.... extraordinarry, " he said between strange grimaces, which adopted as an attempt to flirt with me. The emphasis on the ending of the last word. 

Before I could say anything, the door opened.

"Yeah, call ya back then, bye Ash, " Niall muttered, his phone was stuck right back into the pocket of his jeans, before he gave us his full attention.

"Wow, look at that ... a nerd, a freak and a transvestite, where am I?"

Once again, the answer was interrupted when Louis walked into the room. I assumed that he had talked with Eleanor on the phone. I hoped that she didn't feel guilty, because really, it was my mistake! Not Eleanor's.

Louis also showed his amusement and put an arm around Niall, who was now standing in front of the three of us.

"Well, lads nice ones, but you do know that we will look way better and funnier than anyone of you, right Niall?" Louis raised an eyebrow, chuckling and peering over at Niall, who had crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Sure, Jonny and Harvey are on the road, " Niall grinned challenging.

"Well, guys, then let's see who's the better actor, " I bit back, patting the two on the shoulder and walking towards the door. The five guys following behind.

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And we danced all night... lol. I think since now you have probably or may even not figured out that this story takes place a few weeks ago...so Best Song Ever isn't out yet!

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