Finding Marcel

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                                                                                Chapter One

     Lights flashed in my face, and dozens of voices were yelling at me. I gripped tighter onto his hand, ducking my head through the crowd. The people the voices belonged to were being help back, but it didn't seem to be doing very much. My hair was blocking my face from their cameras, which meant the hairstyle was serving its purpose.

     "Who are you wearing?"

     "Who are you escorting?"

     "Will you stop to answer some quick questions for the Cosmopolitan?"

     I kepy my eyes on the ground and focused on putting one heel-clad foot in front of the other.

     "Almost there." The whisper in my ear came from him, not the paparazzi. I responded by giving his hand a quick squeeze, just as we entered the building.

     My heels clicked against the floor, almost echoing the entire way down to our seats.  Two rows in the front were reserved for V.I.P.s, which meant two of those were for us.

     "Bella, who's this dashing man?" A seductive and all-too-familiar woman's voice asked from behind me. I instantly knew who she was, turning to greet her with the fakest of smiles.

     "Mali!" I cheered, trying to hide my disappointment. "This is Louis."

     "Hello, Louis," she said, her already low voice dropping even lower. 

     Louis grimaced as they shook hands and she attempted to flirt with him. You see, nobody liked Mali, with the exception of whoever she put under her spell. She was a desperate blonde who could never keep her hands off men. Especially if they weren't available. Out of all the girls I'd talked to at past shows, none of us could ever come up with a reason to why Mali got such enjoyment from groping other girls' boyfriends. Whatever it was, it was enough to keep her going. 

     "Tell me, are you on the market?" She asked, running her deep red fingernail down Louis' chest. I laughed out loud, causing Mali's head to snap back at me to glare. 

     Louis, looking completely bewildered, didn't get a chance to answer before someone came around to fetch Mali. One thing I forgot to mention: Mali was an international model, like Zayn. Thankfully she wasn't working for the same agency as he was, because having her around him 24/7 would make me feel like I had to have a shock collar on the woman just to keep her away.

     "Men usually go for the models," Mali would say. I knew she was partly right; guys aren't usually looking for models, but if one comes around, I'd say they'd be pretty hard to resist. Those girls talk "the talk", and walk "the walk". 

     Lucky for me, my favorite model was walking "the walk" right over to me.

     "Hey babe, you look amazing tonight." Zayn didn't try to conceal the fact he was looking me over, but I was honestly doing the same to him. 

     "As opposed to every other night?" I joked, chuckling when he rolled his eyes. "I'm only kidding. Thank you. You look great too, as always." I had time to fix his hair before the woman that took Mali away came to get him. 

     "See you after the show." He bent down a bit to press a kiss to my cheek, waving to Louis as he walked backstage with the girl holding a clipboard.

     Just a few minutes later, the show had started. A man with long blond hair came out onto the stage doubling as a runway, introducing himself as Joseph Castillo.