Behind The Lens (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 9

*Chaselyn's POV*

I woke up to the sounds of birds outside the open window. Sunlight flooded the room and I buried my head into Marcel. I breathed in the faint smell of cologne still lingering from last night. I smiled as I recall last nights activities. I lightly ran my finger over his inked skin, tracing everyone and wondering what they meant. I heard him mumble in his sleep as he pulled me closer to him, burying his face in my hair. I giggled. Even in his sleep he couldn't let go of me. I tried to get out of his strong hold on me, but it was no use, he was too strong.

"Marcel...Marcel I have to pee!" I said. He groaned and ran his finger across my cheek.

"Can't you stay here with me?" He sleepily replied.

"I will be back I promise!" He finally loosens his grip on me as I roll out of bed. As I stood up I saw myself in the mirror and forgot I had no clothes on. I hurriedly scanned the room and found a his shirt on the chair near the bathroom. I quickly walked over to grab it and heard Marcel sit up in bed.

"Hey there pretty lady!" He cheekily said. I groaned and ran in the bathroom.

After doing my business and brushing my hair, I threw on his shirt before walking out.

"Make me a cup of tea love?" His accent was gorgeous and his voice deeper and raspier from sleep. I look over to see his face laying against the pillow as he flashed me a cheeky grin, those green eyes glistening.

"Only if you come with me!" I replied.

"Fine I'll meet you in the kitchen." I blew him a kiss before grabbing some shorts and walking to kitchen. As I slid them on I heard his footsteps across the tile and his long arms snake around me from behind. Messy curls tickle my cheek as he kisses me across my jawline and down my neck.

"Lets get you some tea." I told him, playfully pushing him away. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled the tea brewing. I searched in the fridge and found grabbed some eggs, sausage, and cheese. As I began cooking breakfast, I felt his gaze on me.

*Marcel's POV*

After last night, I had come to realize that I loved her. She was my everything. Despite my secret and having to play along at school, I knew she loved me too. There's something about her, the way she smiles, how she cares for everyone, her laugh, the twinkle in her eyes. I can't get enough of her, she's like a drug to me.

I leaned back against the counter as I drank my tea. I just liked to watch her. She was beautiful no matter what she does. I could smell the omelets and sausage she was making.

"Mmmm smells good." I said as she turned around, her blue eyes locking on mine. I walked over and tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. I pulled her close and put my forehead to hers.

"I love you Chaselyn." I whispered, looking deep into her eyes.

She looked up and smiled "I love you Marcel." I brushed my lips lightly across hers before gently kissing her. Her hands immediately found their way to the back of my neck, her fingers curling into my hair as I deepened the kiss. I lifted her up to the counter as her legs wrapped around my waist. My hand slid down her back as my thumb hooked onto the top of her shorts.

"Marcel I'm home!" I heard Gemma call out as she walked through the front door. We quickly untangled ourselves and she went back to cooking just as Gemma walked into the kitchen.

"Oh Chaselyn I didn't expect to see you here!"

Chaselyn blushed, "Well we left the dance a little early and came back here."

"Well I hope you had a lovely night!" Gemma winked before walking out to the living room and turning on the tv.

*Chaselyn's POV*

"Your breakfast Mr. Styles!" I said while placing a plate down on the table. He grinned as he walked over and sat down. I sat across from him as we ate and I couldn't help constantly glancing up at him. He was only in a pair of black boxers, all of his muscles and tattoos exposed. He was gorgeous, even after he just woke up. But best of all he was mine.

After we ate, we joined Gemma to watch tv. I looked over at the table and saw my purse. I opened it and grabbed my phone, turning it on. 36 missed calls from my mother and Leeroy. I quickly gasped.

"What's wrong love?" Marcel asked, seeing the concern on my face.

"My mom and Leeroy! I never came home or called, they must be worried sick about! They probably think we crashed and I'm dead somewhere!" How on earth was I going to explain this to my mom and Leeroy?