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“What are you doing?!” Harry growled lowly snatching Marcel's hand and making his twin jump in terror.
“Harry!” Marcel shrieked, his thick glasses slipping down his face a little. “Wh-what are you doing home?” He quickly hid his other hand behind his back, hiding the small polaroid behind him. “I-I thought you had rehearsals?”
Harry slanted his eyes at his twin's unusually awkward behaviour, “I think the better question is why you are snooping through my room ya lil' wanker?” Harry pulled Marcel to the side to see exactly what Marcel was snooping through. “Going through my old camera...Marcel how many more pics of mine are you going to steal for that creepy shrine of yours.
“It's a scrapbook Harold.”
“It's lame Marcie.” Harry mocked, releasing the younger twin to dig through his drawer full of polaroids. Marcel took the opportunity to stuff the picture in his hands into his back pocket. He backed his way towards the door, sliding his loafers quietly along the carpet. Of course his lack of spacial awareness resulted in him backing loudly into the door.
Harry glanced over his shoulder, saw Marcel fumbling behind him for the door handle and became instantly suspicious. “What have you stolen this time?”
Marcel shook his head, “Nothing, just-it's-I've taken nothing.” He bumbled unconvincingly and Harry took a step towards him.
“Marcie.” Harry warned, his larger frame looming towards him menacingly.
Marcel quickly latched on to the handle and swung open the door. “It was just-just one little picture!” He insisted stepping through the door as Harry took a lunging step at him, “Don't be mad at-ahh!” Harry reached at Marcel's collar but the small lad weaved and ducked from his clutching fingers.
Marcel whipped the door shut behind him and heard Harry thump into the door. “Marcel!” Harry yelled, “You get your scrawny arse back here!” Marcel quickly scrambled down the hall to his own room. “Marcel!” He heard Harry bark again, this time without the barrier of his own door.
Marcel darted into his room and locked the door behind him right before Harry's fist came pounding against the wood. “What are you doing with that picture ya wanker?”
Marcel rolled his eyes, Harry not seeming as threatening with the security of door and lock. His older twin and him got along for the most part. Despite the fact that Harry was this cool indie frontman. Taller and more built, he wore tattoos like freckles and charmed people with a flash of his dimply smile. While Marcel just worried about keeping enough tape in his pocket to keep his eyeglasses together.
“Marcel!” Harry shouted again.
Most arguments consisted over each other's property and their tendency to not keep their hands off the others. When Harry stole Marcel's stuff he would go on whinging and moaning until Harry finally returned the stolen items, usually with a bruising “brotherly” punch to Marcel's gangly limbs. When Marcel stole Harry's stuff, Harry would chase him down, manhandle him to the ground and regain his items with a “brotherly” punch. So mostly Marcel tried to avoid stealing Harry's things but this time it was urgent!
Marcel reached into his back pocket and pulled out the stolen picture. “I needed it!” He yelped through the door as he sat down on his laptop and smoothed the picture out on his scanner. He tapped his finger impatiently as Harry continued to abuse his door.
“Harold that door is made of Hickory!” He heard the scanner buzz with life and the picture of Harry popped on his screen. Marcel purred happily. “It's the strongest of all the North American deciduous trees, Harold!” He felt smug as he completed a few simple edits and then uploaded it to his profile. His heart beat rapidly as he uploaded the picture to one more browser. “You're deficient muscles will not work, you'd have better luck if you tried to whittle a key!”
Marcel was happy as Harry's fist stopped beating the door. However it faltered as he focused back on the screen. A blonde eyed, blue lad with a mouth split by a straight set of pearly teeth was grinning happily at him. Marcel sighed, a very dopey sickeningly sweet sigh. His fingers began typing.
Niall,
This is what I look like, for when we met at the cinema this weekend! I can not wait to meet you even though my heart feels as if it's known you forever. See you soon. xx.
Marcel
Marcel doubled check that his image, well Harry's image, was still attached to the e-mail and hovered precariously over the send button. It was then that he heard his door swing open and he spun in his chair to see a dangerous looking Harry stood at the entryway.
Harry held up a key, not one that he had whittled, but one that Marcel thought his mum had kept carefully hidden.
“What? Wh-Where'd you get that?”
Harry laughed, shoving the shining silver in his pocket. “That's the last thing you should be worried about Marcie.” he said ominously.
Marcel swallowed the lump in his throat as he saw Harry's eyes flicker to the screen behind him. The one he was e-mailing Niall on, the one that had a giant copy of his face, Harry's face.
“What the hell is that?” Harry barked.
He hesitated only a second before taking a dangerous step forward. Marcel whipped around and clicked send.
“Ouch!” Marcel squeaked as Harry pulled him right out of his chair. Just as he landed on the floor he heard a familiar ding.
'Message Sent'.