Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 24

I'm giving a bit of taste of Zayn Malik here.

So here you go: his point of view.

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Zayn's POV:

From the moment she left, I kind of felt bad how I treated her. What can I say? She was a hell of a beauty, can't deny that I want her. But I try to prove to myself that I didn't catch feelings for her. So I shrugged it off and walk away from the kitchen.

Liam's parties were always a joy to be around, many beauties and weed mostly caught my attention. Although, I didn't think I'd see Marilyn here and with who was with her? I assume Louis invited her because ever since he decided to stop hanging out with me, he pretty much started to be friends with them. Which made me laugh, he slowly was becoming an outsider himself even if he still had connections with the friends with we both hang out with. Whatever caught his attention to stop talking to me, I really didn't care much for it.

My eyesight was on Marilyn right now. What annoy me about her though, was that she was so close to Marcel. How can she even like him? I mean what the hell does he have that I don't? Then again I kind of harassed them, calling them a freak and a geek. Marilyn though was a loop of crazy once I heard she thinks she could talk to the dead. I joked about it a lot with my gang only because we heard it from Jess. Marilyn's 'old friend' who back stabbed her during sophomore year. Total bitch if you ask me.

I stopped harassing her because I don't know why. Something in my head clicked and made me have different views about her. Maybe it was her soft looking boobs that gave it away, then again it was much more than that. I was deadly hoping it was nothing more about my feelings toward her.

She was also stubborn and easily gets mad, but it only made her look cuter. God, she is gorgeous. Okay...whoah...whoah...slow down Malik.

The only thing in the way was Marcel. Never really was fond of the guy but I was with his twin brother, I guess it pissed me off that he wasn't much like Harry. He was the rebel in the family, done anything I've ask of him to. So gullible but also serious and crazy most of his time alive. Kind of scared me that we would have been caught if the police found out Louis and I were the mess behind his death. I still have nightmares about it though, but I pretend not to be faze about it.

So for awhile now, I admit to myself that I was jealous of Marcel being friends with Marilyn. But what if they were more than that? Nah, or else I wouldn't be hallucinating and see Marcel dancing with a chick who wasn't Marilyn. Wait what? Marcel with another girl? I search for Marilyn who wasn't even beside him put across from them. There she was, chugging down her beer bottle as she sat alone. Man, she does have the guts. I kept watching her every move, she finds her eyes on Marcel and her face fell of disappointment. Was she jealous?

It angered me more, clearly Marcel doesn't know when a girl likes him besides who he really is with right now. Then I start to see a roll of tear fall down her cheek. She notices as she quickly wipes it away. I look away for a moment to see Marcel, Louis and Liam start to form a line and decide to dance around like the monkeys they were. And then once more I look at Marilyn who wasn't showing sadness anymore, she was smiling.

I was finally agreeing to myself and walk over to her. She'd probably be annoyed, but I didn't care. I wanted to see if she was okay.

I sat next to her, her face expression changed quickly. "Hey, you want to go outside?" I ask, assuming she was shocked about what I ask her. It was clear that it was loud so I suggest we could talk outside. Try to apologize and all.

"Why would I want to do that?" She was being sassy with me now, making me chuckled.

"It's loud in here, come on I just want to apologize to you"