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Double Sided

Pairing: Elizarry Rating: PG - 13 Warning: coarse language, implied sexual content, drinking A/N: liz asked for a bartender and librarian au, also marcel, so this happened

Marcel and Liz were good at entertaining the kids, Marcel playing acoustic guitar and Liz playing piano while Marcel sang. It was cute to see the kids swaying to Marcel's gentle notes, and the feeling of their excitement as they finished was fun. Liz and Marcel also had a great time reading to them, the kids always having a hard time pulling away when they had to leave, at least half the girls coming over to hug Liz, Marcel ended up with a couple of them wrapping around his legs affectionately.

"Sometimes, I worry one of you are gonna take one of those home," Sarah, the head librarian (still bright-eyed and bushy tailed, if in a good mood, at the age of 24) mentioned, the two of them waving to the kids as they left. "I mean, you both know they're only rentals right." Liz stuck her tongue out while Marcel walked around the circular desk, hiding his guitar underneath. "Don't you take that thing home?"

"Sometimes. I just have a place to be after work tonight." Sarah gave him a confused look. "Second job. It's a thing." Liz gave him a confused look, resting her elbows on the counter and giving him a curious expression. "Not a big thing, I mean, I love working here, Sarah, but it's not quite enough to live off of."

"Why do you think I work at a grocers too?" Liz asked rhetorically, Sarah reaching out to hit her arm. Liz laughed, Marcel smiling a little.

"I have to get going, that okay still?" He looked at Sarah, Sarah nodding to him. He smiled once more and headed out, loosening his tie a little under his sweater vest. Liz watched him go, the man with carefully styled hair and the rolled up dress shirt sleeves. Sweater vests and large, rectangular glasses covering his annoyingly green eyes. His slacks were pressed and his shoes were shiny, unless he was wearing those God awful loafers, or his occasional pair of converse. Liz didn't know why, but she was so attracted to him. Maybe it was his deep voice, or his laugh, or the way he would swear under his breath when he did something wrong, or, God forbid, his awful and corny jokes. She couldn't help it, and it didn't help when Sarah brought it up.

"Stop staring," Sarah whispered as the heavy, wooden door banged behind Marcel, Liz snapped her gaze back to her best friend and roommate. "We still going for drinks, usual Friday?" Liz sighed but nodded. Sometimes she wished she could ask him to go for drinks, just once, with them, but it seemed even more far off now she realized she didn't even know he had a second job. Maybe she didn't actually know that much about him.

-

"Girls, nice to see ya," Niall greeted, sitting at the bar, as usual. Liz smiled gently while Sarah took the stool next to him, Niall pecking her on cheek. They both said it wasn't a relationship but the way they disappeared halfway through the night said otherwise. Liz usually ended up chatting with Matt, the bartender behind the counter, and his boyfriend, Aiden, until Sarah came back, hair a little messy and top a bit skewed.

"Good evening, Niall," Liz greeted, sitting on the other side of Sarah and quickly ordering herself a pumpkin beer. Matt was a good about remembering her favorite, sliding a mojito in front of Sarah. She gave him a thankful smile before turning back to whatever Niall was saying.

"But, my friend, Harry, he bar tends a couple of blocks down," He was continuing with whatever he had previously been saying. "He's been beggin' me to play a little in his bar and Matt finally let me off." Matt gave him a look. "What do you girls think, finish your drinks, I do a quick set, we head down?" Sarah shrugged, looking at Liz, who nodded.

"Sounds fun." Niall smiled brightly at Sarah and gently touched her arm.

"I'll play my set and we can head down." She nodded, Niall jumping up to get to his stool in the front, his trusty acoustic sitting behind his stool. "Evening ladies and gents of Factor. It's Niall again, and tonight will be short set, but a good one. This first song, is a song, called, Little Things." Liz turned around from where she was watching, knowing Niall was going to be making eyes at Sarah the whole time anyways.

"Maybe I'll stay here, drink and chat with you guys," Liz suggested, Aiden having since moved down to sit next to her.

"Babe, Harry's a nice guy. We don't know him real well, but he's nice. Go, I'm sure he'd love to have some company for once. He's roommate's a real social butterfly." Liz shrugged, listening a little to Niall in the back of the bar, playing his usual set. It was short, only about five songs, and then he was excusing himself, taking Sarah and Liz with him.

His guitar case dangled from his fingertips, opposite arm around Sarah's shoulders as the three of them headed down the street, the sidewalk already crowding with people. It wasn't too bad but everyone wanted to head out on a Friday after a long day of work and slipping into the next bar, 1D, was a little more difficult.

Niall pulled him through the throng of people, Niall excusing himself with kissing Sarah on the cheek to get set up. She offered to help him, though, and Niall was glad to bring her along, Liz shaking her head a little at them while finding her way to the bar. She couldn't see the bartender as she sat but she was glad to sit and watch the crowd get thicker as Niall got ready on stage.

"Can I help you?" Liz turned around from watching Sarah and Niall obviously flirt on the stage to look at the bartender. She almost couldn't believe it, but there he was. All height and green eyes and pink lips, staring back at her. He looked nearly as surprised but Liz thought it was a little unfair considering she basically looked the same. He was dressed in dark jeans, and a black, low neckline shirt that showed the tail ends of a chest piece. She could see his left bicep littered with tattoos from here, which made sense since she'd seen the lock on his wrist a thousand times, but she didn't think he would have this many. His hair was a mess, all disheveled curls falling a little into his eyes and there certainly seemed to be a absence of glasses on his face tonight.

"Marcel?" He bit his lip, leaning in a little.

"No, Harry. Marcel is my middle name, I just go by Marcel at the library. What're you doing here?" Liz thought the question was a little ridiculous since the last she'd seen him, his hair was greased up and he was wearing a sweater vest.

"I'm getting a drink. What about you? I mean, you look... different." It came out sounding like a question as Liz looked him up and down. Harry blushed a little, leaning back.

"It's an occupation thing. Glasses and sweaters weren't exactly, the first thing on a dress code here." Liz smiled a little, Harry straightening up to smile at her. "What can I get you?"

"I don't even care. I'm just, can I look at you. I mean, how?" Harry blushed again, a little darker. "Is that a chest piece?" She asked, Harry looking down a little. "Can I see?"

"I don't do this for everyone, Liz." Liz blushed but he lifted his hands to his collar, pulling it down a little to reveal the birds inked onto his skin facing the opposite directions. She bit her lip, Harry adjusting his collar back into place and looking around a little. "What do you think?"

"I think this is all too ridiculous. I mean, you tell corny jokes and wear sweaters, and loafers, I mean..." Liz trailed off, Harry grimacing a little.

"Lou told me that was a bad idea. That guy." Harry gestured vaguely towards the stage where a couple of guys were standing by Niall and Sarah now. Liz had a strange feeling it was shorter guy with the chestnut hair that was this 'Lou', currently hitting on Sarah, the latter of which was making a rather unimpressed face. The other man had bronze skin and disheveled, dark hair, who was laughing with Niall. "Maybe I should've listened."

"You should've. You can dress casually at work, Harry, and I mean, Marcel? Harry is just fine." He shrugged, slumping his shoulders a little from where he had begun to lean on the counter, forearms resting on the countertop.

"I dunno, I guess I just thought being an alter ego made sense. I thought Sarah would take me seriously. Maybe I should've seen her have a drink." Liz looked back, noticing that Niall had seemed to forgo the idea of performing as he and Sarah slipped down a hall, Niall already mouthing a bit aimlessly at her neck. Liz wasn't sure where the other guys went, but at least they weren't watching. "That's interesting."

"That's really only a Niall thing though, seriously." Harry laughed, Liz letting out a small laugh too. "Can I get a Jack and Coke?" Liz asked, Harry smiling at her, all teeth and brightness, even in the dim light of the bar.

"Yes, you can."

-

"I had to get a cab, alone. Rude." Liz walked into the apartment, finding Sarah just giving her an irritated look. No 'where did you go', no 'why didn't you call', and definitely no 'I was worried'. They didn't function that way and if Liz wanted to go and sleep with some dude, Sarah wasn't gonna stand in the way of that. However, she was going to get a little angry when she had to find a cab and come home, alone.

"Niall didn't come?" Liz asked, moving sluggishly through the apartment to get to the coffee. Sarah glared at her.

"No. Said his roommate would worry. I swear, if I ever meet this 'Liam', I will actually kill him for being such a cockblock." Liz smiled a little at that, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Who were you with last night, though, that had all your attention? You don't hook up with people, I mean, not usually." Liz sighed into her coffee, stirring in a little creamer.

"Harry, the bartender. And guess what, he's not just 'Harry the bartender', he's also 'Marcel the librarian'." Sarah almost choked on her coffee.

"Lies and slander. I know you have a thing for the man, but you wouldn't go home with him, and there's no way Marcel would work at a bar. You're a liar and a bitch." Liz narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips at her roommate.

"Shut up. I know it was him. I would know him anywhere, as had a polite conversation," Sarah eyed her over her coffee, "and he's a babe when he is not wearing a sweater vest, of course that's not to say sweater vests are unattractive on him." Sarah rolled her eyes. "You can ask him, I'm not lying." Sarah didn't look so sure as she drained the last of her coffee and got up to get dressed, leaving Liz leaning against the counter, thinking about last night.

Changing into something more appropriate for working, she didn't know if she wanted to smile or frown when she saw the bruises he'd left on her neck, shoulders and along her collarbone. Her hips felt bruised and her mouth felt swollen as she finished changing, meeting Sarah back in the living room to get to the library.

"Wow, nice scarf. That's not obvious or anything," Sarah commented dryly, Liz elbowing her in the ribs as they left the apartment. When they finally did arrive, Sarah went to get the books from the drop off in the parking lot, while Liz saw that it had already been opened. Marcel- Harry, was always on time, so it wasn't a surprise.

It took Liz a moment to glance around before she saw Harry in the back room, but she smiled as she did. He seemed to have decided on jeans, for the first time since Liz had seen him work there, a pale green button up and a pair of black boots. He definitely wasn't dressed like he usually was, but as he turned around, Liz smiled a little wider at the glasses on his face. He hadn't gelled his hair today and he looked a bit tired as he walked over.

"Morning," he said, walking out of the office. "Morning, Sarah." Sarah looked up from the books she was shuffling in her hands from the drop box, nearly dropping all of them when she saw him. He laughed gently, Sarah clearing her throat and picking up the books, going to set them on the circular desk.

"That a new look, Marcel?" She asked, pretending to look busy by sorting them out.

"That a new boy you were trying out last night." She gave him a hard side-eye and he smiled a little. "And it's Harry, just Harry is fine." Sarah let out a breath and saw the look on Liz's face.

"Look, you two, I'm fine with whatever you two want to do, but keep it PG when you're at the library, okay. I don't some kids' mother going off because she found you two making out in the encyclopedias." Liz looked at her feet, Harry smirking a little despite the blush on his cheeks.

"Yes, ma'am." Sarah narrowed her eyes at him and stacked the books, going to catalog them while Harry turned to Liz, slipping his hand in hers. "C'mon." Liz bit her lip to stop the giggles, Harry pulling her back to the exact place Sarah told them not to go, the reference books and encyclopedias. No one ever went there anyways, so what did it matter if they disappeared into the farthest back corner of the library.

"Sarah'll kill us if she find us," Liz muttered but Harry had his hands on her hips, pulling her flush against him with his mouth by her ear.

"Then we can't let her find us," he muttered, pulling her scarf loose. Liz smiled timidly while Harry traced his fingers over the bruises he had littered across her neck. "Purple looks really good on you." Liz felt a shiver roll down her spine from his breath falling over her skin, his mouth lowering to kiss those hickeys.

"You think?"

"Yeah. So does red." He lifted his head a bit to look at her eyes, pressing his mouth against hers. Their lips sealed together, Liz reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck while he gripped tighter at her hips, making Liz's skin tingle with the bruises she could almost still feel. He smiled into the kiss, pulling back a little to go back to kissing her neck, Liz's hands sliding up into his hair.

The sound the door banging shut alerted them to someone coming in, Liz pulling away from his mouth to look around the edge of the shelving, an older couplr having come in to look at the books. She sighed, Harry pulling on her arm to pull her back.

"We'll finish later, like last night?" Liz could still remember his mouth against her skin and way he pulled at her clothes. The image of him leaning over her and dark ink in the dim lighting would not be something she would forget soon.

"Yeah." He kissed her once more, more like a gentle peck than those he gave her last night and he smiled, his hand sliding into hers again as the two of them went to help Sarah catalog the dropped off books.

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