Geek Charming ? h.s.

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Okay, so people requested that I put up a list of he songs I listened to while righting my chapters of Geek Charming, so even though a lot of the time, the music is the same, I will make a list:

( I found all my songs on Soundcloud )

• Bastille- Flaws

• one direction- Story of my Life

• Avril Lavigne,ft. Chad Kroeger- Let Me Go

{ hear are the song a hat go best with the chapter, so play them while reading, on soft, so they don't block out your concentration of the chapter, and I played these songs in this Order as I wrote, and repeated the order when they finished}

Chapter 21:

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Georgia's POV:

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" have you find your outfit yet? " I called Bella from my bedroom.

" yeah, I chose this " she spoke, her voice getting louder as she made her way over to me to show me her outfit.

She was wearing a tight red, leather dress, which reached mid thigh, paired with a pair of black Jeffrey Campbell boots.

" you look amazing! Now help me!! I can't find anything to wear! " I moaned, dragging her towards my closet.

" hmm.. Whys don't you wear the dress Zayn bought you? " she asked, pulling it from its hook in my closet.

" oh, right, I completely forgot about that.. Thanks Bells, you're a life saver! " I sighed, squeezing her guts out.

" hey you two! Are you almost done? I need help down here! " Ally called from the kitchen, downstairs.

" yeah, I'm on my way down now! " Bella called, turning around to make her way to the kitchen.

" I'll be down in a few, lemme just dress quick" I yelled to Ally.

" YOU AREN'T EVEN DRESSED YET?! " Ally yelled at me

" no, but relax, i have finished my hair and make-up already!" I yelled back

" ughh, just hurry up!" She replied.

I slipped the tight dress onto my body, followed by my blood red platform heels, making my way over to my mirror.

I wasn't sure about this dress, it was a bit too revealing for my liking, but Zayn will be happy, so why not?

Plus, It's my party, no point in not letting loose once in a while you know?

I slid my hands down the silky, black material hugging my body, reaching down to a quarter way past my thigh, I stopped there, since that was where the dress ended, but I did unsuccessfully try to pull it down as far as it could manage to go without ripping.

I made my way down the stairs and to the kitchen to help open the rest of the beer bottles, which the girls seemed to be struggling a lot with.

I leaned against the counter for a while, thinking.

I was quite scared to think about how the night was going to play out, to be honest i was having second thoughts about inviting Marcel, not because i don't like him, but because of Zayn.

He wasn't the best person to piss off when he was drunk, you definitely did not want to get on his bad side, and Marcel wasn't exactly on his good side.

And then theres Niall, who i have succesfully avoided the past few days, but what about tonight?

I'm scared to think of how he will act towards me. and especially when he's drunk.

Marcel, Niall and Zayn together in one night may just be the death of me.

And then there's the trouble of keeping Liam, Niall and Louis as far away from Marcel as possible.

And how would i be with Zayn, do all of this, and not leave Marcel alone all night?

I feel like I'm going to ripped, limb from limb because of these boys.

Not long after I had opened up the box of red, plastic cups, there was a knock at the door.

Well...

No turning back now.

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Marcel's POV:

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I knocked on the door, of the address I was told to come to.

I was really regretting this now, more than ever.

Maybe I should just turn around and go back home?

No.

I told Georgia I would come, so I will stay.. Well.. For a little while at least.

I had stressed so much for tonight this morning, so there is actually no point in turning around now.

I had spent multiple hours, up in my room, along with my mother, contemplating what to wear, which we argued over for most of the time.

She kept telling me that I should wear a casual t-shirt with jeans, but I kept telling her I never felt comfortable in that, and after going back and forth for almost one hundred and twenty minutes, we finally settled on an outfit, not really a compromise.. More my decision, but sorta my moms too.

As I stood by the front door, she straightened down the crinkles in my button up black top, along with straightening out the crinkles in my black suit pants , and checking my socks beneath my black dress shoes.

I like black, it's comforting .

She refused to Let me leave the house until she took at least one hundred photos of me, but I guess I couldn't blame her, since she was proud of me, this was, after all, my first party. Ever.

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" hello? "

" oh Marcel, you actually came! Come on in! "

I made my way up the stairs and through the front door of Georgia's house.