Marcel Styles [ON HOLD]

You Were Right

~A/N One shot for Mariahlynn98 :D

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I cried into Marcel's chest about how my boyfriend just dumped me after cheating on me for over a month.

"He's stupid, why would he ever give up on a beautiful girl like you?"

"I'm not beautiful." I sobbed.

"You are."

"No I'm not. I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid, he is. You deserve a good guy that will treat you like the princess that you are."

"Look at me."

"Why?" I asked as I looked up at him.

He took off his glasses and put them on me as he made funny faces. I laughed and wiped my tears, then blushed when I got a good look at Marcel's face as he laughed.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Anytime."

I tried to ruffle his hair, but it didn't move, so I giggled.

"Why is it so stiff?"

"I have curly hair and it's really messy, so this keeps it neat."

"Let it be messy."

"Fine, but only for you, Mariah."

Since we were sitting in my back yard, he handed me his glasses then walked over to the hose and washed all of the product out of his hair. When he was sure it was all out, he shook his hair and grinned as he splashed me a bit. His hair got curly and he just looked amazing, then when he noticed that his shirt got wet, he took it off and revealed a perfectly muscular body that was complete with a V line.

"I didn't know you were buff."

"Yeah...I thought I should get some muscle."

"Well, you did and your hair looks great when it's natural."

"Thanks. But, seriously, do you feel better?"

"I do, thanks."

"Any time. I never want to see you upset."

"You're too good to me."

"Well, you're a princess."

"I'm not." I giggled.

He sat down next to me and shook his hair again, causing me to shriek a bit and try to shield myself from the droplets.

"Embrace the water!" He yelled as he continued to shake his hair.

"Marcel!" I laughed.

He held my arms as I trued to shield myself, then when I tried to duck, I ended up falling on top of him. As we stared into each other's eyes, I leaned down and kissed him.

"You were right."

"About what?"

"Me deserving a good guy."

I kissed him again, then smiled when we pulled apart.

"I love you, Mariah."

"I love you too, Marcel."