Finding Marcel

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Chapter Four

"Hey, B!" Louis greeted me, holding a grocery bag that looked very full. If I could, I would've snatched it from him just to see what he brought.

"Hi, Bella," Liam said. "I hope you don't mind, I just had nothing to do and didn't really want to stay in the apartment alone." He stood in the doorway, like he wasn't sure if he was welcome.

"No, of course not. Sit wherever, mi casa es su casa." I waved Liam over, and a grin appeared on his face.

By that time, Louis was already in the kitchen, taking everything out of the bag and depositing it on the table. I craned my neck to see, but the wall was in the way. I huffed in annoyance, leaning back onto the arm of the couch.

Liam sat down in the arm-chair across from me, and picked up a picture frame. It was a photo of the two of us after a few months of being together; we had been at the beach with some friends after graduation. "Is this you and Zayn?" Liam asked, smiling mischeiviously.

I nodded in response just before Louis entered the living room with a tray table. On it, sat a bulk of junk food, sweet rolls (my favorite food ever), fried chicken, and tea in a coffee mug that said 'Best Uncle' on the front.

"Oh my God I love you," I breathed, picking up a sweet roll. I gasped in surprise as my foot suddenly went cold, realizing Louis had put a bag of ice on my ankle. "Thanks," I mumbled with my mouth full of caramelized bread.

Louis plopped down on the couch next to me, taking the remote and putting on a soccer game. He took a handful of jelly beans and popped one into his mouth as the game started.

Liam quickly lost interest in the television, turning to me instead. "So are you guys coming on Friday?"

I smiled. "We wouldn't miss it."

"Great! What kind of wings do you like?"

By the time Zayn got home, it was nearly ten in the evening, and the boys and I had already eaten two frozen pizzas. Liam and Louis left once Zayn got back, they both had to work in the morning. With them gone, I could finally turn on something I actually wanted to watch.

"There are a few slices of pizza in the kitchen still, if you're hungry." I reached over the tray table, trying to clean up any mess that the boys had left.

"Thanks, but I grabbed something on the way home." Zayn picked up the trash I had gathered and threw it away. "How're you doing?"He asked, sitting down next to me.

I shrugged. "Fine, I guess; how was the shoot?"

"Good, but I'm exhausted. Wanna' head to bed?"

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"Could you possibly take any longer?" I asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Two more minutes- that's all I need."

I groaned, pushing off on the door. Zayn had been in the bathroom for over an hour, and Liam was expecting us to get there soon. Including taking a shower, I had gotten ready in twenty minutes. Sometimes it seemed like Zayn was more of a girl than I was.

My ankle was still sore, but it was healed for the most part. I thought back to the day after I sprained it, how I swung into Astronomy on my old crutches that were wrapped in patterned duct tape. Linda thought they were cute, but I wasn't quite sure how I felt about them.