The Dirty Side Of Marcel (part 3)

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BEFORE YOU READ, BE SURE TO READ THE OTHER TWO. XOXO

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Open it. You see Marcel. "Marcel, what are you doing, it's 11 at night." "I know, but come with me." He says with a cheeky grin. You slip on a pair of shoes, and then leave. You and Marcel are walking down the hallway, he is leading you outside. "Where are you taking me?" you ask. "You'll see babe, you'll see." He replies. You see a bridge ahead of you, lit up with candles, and a basket. You are wondering whats going on. "Here we are!" he says happily. You look around and see exactly what you thought you saw. "Oh my gosh, is this for me?" "Yes gorgeous, this is for you." your smiling like crazy right now. You look at him and notice, he isn't wearing his normal attire. He usually wears his suit, with his glasses, and his hair slicked back. He is not wearing dark washed jeans, a rolling stones t-shirt, with his hair all curly and messy. "You look a lot like Harry Styles." you say. "I know I know, I get that a lot. "You look, rather different." you chuckle. "I know, this is the real me, what is it bad?" he makes a cute, yet weird face. "No no no babe, it's cute." there is a short pause. "Well, um" he stutters, "i made all of this, would you like to eat?" "Of course, i'm starving!" you say laughing. You both sit down and dig in. By the end of the night, you are all snuggled up on the bridge cuddled and he is singing to you. You hear footsteps. You start to freak. "Shit it's the professer, run!" he says not so loud. You get up and run, with him. You run into his dorm, and shut the door quickly. "That was close." you say. "I know, so I guess you are sleeping here tonight. You realize he doesn't have a room mate. "Alright, I sleep in this bed over here." you say walking over there,  He grabs your arm, "Oh no ma'am!" He says pulling you to him, "You're sleeping with me tonight." You are shocked. You didn't see that coming. "Alright." Is all you can spit out. He goes over and lays down, pulling the cover back. He taps on the bed, telling you to come over and lay down." You lay down. He pulls you close and whispers, "Goodnight my beautiful princess." you start blushing, you feel it. "Goodnight my handsome prince." you exchange "I love you's" and fall asleep peacefully in his arms. 

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