One Direction Imagines

Marcel Imagine

so i haven't posted one of these in ages, but i'm just gonna write random ones without any dedications so you guys can pretend you're in the story :) is that okay? i just don't have enough time to write one for every single one of you asking for one, i'm so sorry :( but i hope you like this one! it's Marcel :) ENJOY <3 

            I slowly walked up the front steps of the house in front of me and knocked nervously on the front door. I bit my bottom lip and gripped the straps on my backpack tighter. The door slowly opened and a woman who looked to be a mother stood there in front of me.

            “You must be [Y/N]! You’re working on that project with Marcel, right?”

            I nodded slowly and she let me in.

            “I’m Marcel’s mother, you can call me Anne.”

            “Okay, thank you,” I smiled at her and took my shoes off at the front door. I looked around their very organized house.

            “Marcel is taking a shower, I think. Marcel!” Anne called up the stairs.

            “What is it, Ma?” he yelled back.

            “[Y/N]’s here! You can go upstairs sweetie, make a left at the top of the stairs and his room is the second door on the right. Marcel I’m going out to meet up with my girlfriends, okay? I’ll be back by dinner!” Anne called up the stairs again.

            “Okay, bye!” he yelled back and Anne encouraged me to walk up the stairs. I heard the front door close as she walked out. The house went quiet except for the sound of running water from the shower.

            I reached Marcel’s room and slowly opened the door. I was surprised by his room. It was the whole nerdy sciency thing I was expecting. It was normal actually, with posters of old bands and a stereo in the corner. His bed was made and I walked over to sit on the side. I put my backpack on the floor next to me.

            I observed his room and could hear the water from the shower turn off. He had a bathroom connected to his bedroom, so I waited for him to come back out. I saw his big glasses sitting on his night table. The clothes that he wore today were sitting in a pile next to the hamper where his dirty laundry was.

            I stood up to look around his room. I spotted a guitar at the end of his bed, propped up against the wall. A shoebox filled with CDs sat next to it. I really wasn’t expecting him to be so into music.

            Behind me, the bathroom door opened. “Oh shit!” I heard an unusually deep voice exclaimed. I spun around to find Marcel standing in his bathroom doorway with just a white towel wrapped around his waist.

            He had tattoos. And abs. I’d heard a rumor of that from some guys at school who’d apparently seen them in the locker room, but no one really believed them. It was Marcel. He was known as the school nerd. Of all the people to get tattoos, Marcel would be the last person to expect it from.

            “You do have tattoos…” I said stupidly.

            “Yeah,” he nodded a little bit and motioned for me to turn around. I did and looked at the wall. “You’re allowed to get them underage if an adult is with you.”

            “And your mom allowed it?”

            “No, I had one of my college friends come with me. I was grounded when she found out. Okay you can turn around now.” I did and Marcel only had boxers on. I stepped closer. He didn’t move.