Skye's P.O.V
I woke up in Marcel's car when I heard his door slam. I weakly opened my eyes yawning and turned when he picked the bags up out of the back seat. I made poor eye contact.
"You slept for a long time," he laughed.
"I was tired, your a good driver two," I said smiling tiredly.
He smiled back, his signature dimples appeared. I climbed out stumbling a bit, my legs had been asleep. I shook them a bit trying to get the numb feeling away. I looked up. A tall but old hotel stood in front of me my eyes still adjusting.
Marcel came around the side of the car grabbing my hand while holding the two duffle bags in his other. We walked in I wondered around aimlessly in the lobby while Marcel got the room key and payed. I suddenly remembered I had to call my mom. She had no idea I was here.
I walked to a small non occupied space. My mother didnt answer so I left a voicemail.
"Hi mom, it's Skye, before you call the police or start crying I want you to know, I'm safe and with Marcel, he took me up to Boston with him to meet his family for a few days, sorry for the short notice, it was an emergency, I love you,"
I hit the end button. I hated lying to her but by law, I'm 18, I am an adult. She wasn't my boss.
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Once Marcel unlocked the room door I walked in sitting on the edge of the bed. "So now what?" I asked now wide awake.
"We stay here, I have to meet the guys about 11, your staying here," his green sea eyes turned darker, more serious.
"Fine," I sighed.
There was suddenly a knock at the door. Marcel crawled out the window taking a call on the fire escape. "Could you get that please?" He asked giving me an apologetic smile.
I heard him shut the window and heard his muffled voice over the phone.
I opened the hotel room door. A tall muscular guy who could've walked out of been a model for all I knew stood in front of me. His hair was spiked up into a tall quiff, he had tattoos covering his arms, he wore a black shirt and a black leather jacket. His jeans were black as well with a few distressed tears and he wore black boots. His face was an angels though. He had perfectly sculpted cheekbones-I quickly envied him for-and he had deep brown eyes.
My mind was racing. For all I know the angel of death was at my the door. "You going to let me in love?" He asked. I moved out of the way letting him in. Wait I don't know him.
I faced him. "Er who are you?" I asked nervously playing with my bracelet. "Oh your Skye," he smiled. I smelt the light aroma of cigarette off his breath. It wasn't bad, it almost suited him. "I'm Zayn," he held out his hand. I shook it smiling.
"Nice to meet you," I grinned. He looked around putting his hands back in his pockets. "Marc here?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I felt nervous around him he was perfect looking and angel like, but I was, well average.
"Yeah he just went on the fire escape to take a-"
I was cut short as Marcel opened the window. Zayn's lips pulled into a small smile. "Marc!" When Marcel was in the room again I watched Zayn playfully punch him in the shoulder. Marcel punched him back too. They both laughed. It sounded like music when they did.
I felt like I was in front of two angels and I was like the ugly duckling. My hair was still a mess from the car ride sleeping.
"You met Zayn?" Marcel asked pulling me away from my thoughts. I nodded. "Yeah he seems like a nice guy,"
Marcel and Zayn both looked at eachother cracking up. I guess I was wrong. "Skye seems like a lovely girl Marc, your lucky to have her," Zayn said giving me a wink. Marcel smiled at me. "Yeah," he agreed. I blushed staring at my shoes.
"So," Zayn said. "I figured we could all go out for a few drinks?"
Marcel nodded. I of course chose to ask questions being the curious one I am. "How do we get into a bar if we aren't 21?" I asked confused.
Zayn laughed like I was a child who had asked a dumb question. "You leave that to me,"
We left the hotel getting in Zayns car. It smelt like smoke no surprise but I had a nice feeling to it.
I thought about Marcel. He seemed so different latley. I cluld vaguely remember when he stuttered and had glasses and his hair was gelled back. And now he seemed cool with sketchy Zayn, and overly fine when we went to get drinks underaged. And bot to mention he fights flr money, and covering up his police documented past. It seemed so weird. I never wouldve thought all this could happen when I met him.
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After about thirty minutes of driving we arrived at a small club, however it looked very crowded. I took a deep breath getting out of the car. Marcel and Zayn looked fine, the way they were dressed. They could probably show up looking good everywhere.
Me however..a blue romper and messy bun wasn't exactly appropriate for a bar and club but I didn't really have a choice.
I guess Marcel noticed me staring down at my outfit as he got out of the car, "Whats wrong?" He asked lifting my chin to look at him. He looked concerned. I loved that he noticed things like this though.
"I look stupid and you guys look like you just came from some kind of photo shoot," I muttered barely meeting his eyes.
"You look lovely," he smiled grabbing my hand. We followed behind Zayn. The man watching the entrance and allowing people in let is right in giving Zayn a nod.
The second I walked in a regretted it.
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