Previously on The Undercover Nerd: 

London's POV: 

   After Marcel and I had picked our certificates and the ribbon was placed on the other side, we walked hand in hand out of the building. I couldn't suppress my smile. For years I had to go to school and now it was all over. I finally had my university degree in business and management. All the hard work had paid off.

"See you in two hours, " I whispered into his ear, while I grinned widely.

   Marcel seemed a little nervous, but maybe it was just because he was off guard that he finally had his degree.

 "Yes, see you in two hours, I love you." Just those words made my heart race.

"I love you too," I said, before I climbed into the old car of my grandmother to drive with her to the appointment that would change me from head to toe.

***

   I was a little disappointed, sitting  in Eleanor's car, pulling on my black dress with my freshly manicured nails. She had picked me up and not Marcel. I looked out into the dark streets of the night and imagined what it would have been if Marcel would have picked me up. I would definitely wait at the top of the stairs, my grandma had opened the door for him and he would have stared at me in amazement. But I was torn from my thoughts, as Eleanor asked me something.

"Are you nervous?"

"No, I'm just...uhm, kind of disappointed," I admitted, looking over at her.

  Her lips formed a sad smile, as she nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry that I had to come and get you instead of Marcel."

"Yeah, why couldn't he drive me?" I managed to ask.

"Because he would ruin the surprise." For the first time she looked over at me on the passenger side, winking.

   Now she had made me nervous. What surprise?

"W-what?" It was only a whisper, but I was sure that Eleanor had heard it.

   However, we parked outside the club between countless cars. It seemed as if we have been the last. She took out her cell phone and sent someone a message. To whom she sent something, I unfortunately didn't know.

   As soon as we walked past the few people at the entrance, the music stopped and the principal went on stage to say a few words. It was again an endless speech that I tried to listen to as best as I could. But I was too small to look over their heads and I was with my mind somewhere else anyways. What surprise?

   Someone handed me a red cup with a strong-smelling liquid. Alcohol. This may would refresh my mood and make me a little less nervous. I took a sip, as I almost choked on the disgusting drink. Not because it tasted so disgusting, but because someone called my name. It was not Eleanor, not Marcel. I knew the voice and immediately noticed who it was. The principal called my name and before I could respond, he repeated himself. People turned to look at me, recognizing me immediately. I frowned, wondering if this had anything to do with the surprise.

    I moved to the stage and saw the beaming face of my rector, who had flushed a little red, but was trying to hide his nervousness . He may had done exactly what I tried to. Dringing alcohol. Eleanor was gone and I was sure that by this time everyone was staring at me, if not, then as the red cheeked person discovered me, telling all of them that I had finally heard him.

"There are you, girl," he said cheerfully.

   Everyone was silent and said nothing, just looking at me and waiting for me to say something, but I didn't. Slowly, I came closer to the stage, before I was up front, staring up to the person who brought me forth here.

"Here's a little surprise from your boyfriend Marcel, enjoy." It's the surprise!

    I looked at the big screen and saw a pure black. Shortly after he had left the stage, music was becoming louder, but not any type of music... the one song, I knew only too well. Marcel and I had heard it on our first real date. Pompeii. But it was the acoustic version without voices. I smiled, as I remembered the great meadow and suddenly Marcel appeared on the screen. The sight of him made ​​my heart race, I tried to hide my grin, but failed.

"Hey, London. It's me. This day is probably one of the biggest days in your life. I'm rproud of you and I want to be honest with you. In a relationship, you have to trust the other person, and I want you to trust me, so I need to trust you with this secret I've never told you before."

  My face fell. I frowned, not knowing what to expect. What kind of secret?

"You remember this picture? You found it the first day you were over at my house." Marcel held the picture of his brother high. He just smiled, caught in his own thoughts, before he stared into the camera again. "I hate to tell you lies. I don't want to continue making up things that had never happened in my life or show you persons I've never met before. This is not my brother..."

   I don't quite understand.

What is he talking about?

  What is he trying to tell me?

  He took a deep breath and put the picture back on the shelf in the living room.

 "London, I...I need to tell you something..." I could hear all of them gasping, as Marcel at once took off his glasses. But the screen went black and shortly afterwards enlightened again.

   In front of me was a person of someone that everyone, but really, everyone knew. He was famous, he was handsome and he had a lot of money. I met him at one of his gigs, he had helped me out, so I didn't have to endure the rest of the show, because my father was gone. And he said something that made ​​me speechless...

"My name is not Marcel, I'm ... I'm Harry, Harry Styles."

    They had fooled me. I knew it. Marcel was probably in cahoots with them and everything was planned. I was just waiting that everyone would began to laugh, but they didn't. Small tears formed in my eyes. Everyone gasped, as I saw that person who wanted to convince me that he wasn't Marcel but Harry, came running towards me. I heard the crowd whispering and I felt  uncomfortable in my own skin. The move was over and everyone looked at me. I was shocked.

   I stared at the dark blue tie, Marcel was wearing. He had to be kidding me, he was just kidding. He couldn't...or could he?

  He grabbed my hand, but I refused it before I shook my head and looked into his eyes. They were still beautiful, the emerald green that I loved so much. However, it looked disappointed and just as desperate as I felt at that moment.

"Listen it's still me London, just with another name."

  But I just stared at him, trying to imagine that he wore glasses that almost covered his entire face, the clothes would embrace his body that no one liked, except me. That his hair was slicked back and would shine for me...

  He was unknown to me.

I finally opened my mouth to say something...

"What? Are you kidding me?" I yelled.