A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long I've just had writers block and ugh. this chapter is kind of short but like I said I have writers block so yeah. I'm really sorry. buT THIS STORY HAS 1.2K READS THAT'S INSANE! thank you so much for reading this story and for all the wonderful comments. I love you all and yeah. enjoy. :)
After pacing around the kitchen island at least fifty times, Marcel decides it's time to go out and try and find Niall.
He slams the now cold coffee on the music exec's desk before quickly walking off so he doesn't have to hear the angry remarks that are sure to come. (it's not the best coffee that he's ever made to say the least)
He scopes out the entire office twice, yet he still can't find Niall or Leeroy.
It's honestly a mistake when he finds Leeroy, because Leeroy is doing his best not to be seen, which is odd for him. Marcel stumbles over his shoelaces when he sees him dashing out of his office and into the copy room. (Why would Leeroy even need the copy room, he's a bloody choreographer.)
"Leeroy, hrrm." Marcel stumbles over to the copy room, shutting the door behind them. He's a little out of breath and he makes a mental note to buy a treadmil or something. "W-where's Niall?"
Leeroy doesn't say anything so Marcel starts to ramble because he's not exactly the best when it comes to awkward silence.
"Look, Leeroy, if you're not gonna answer me fine. I-I understand if you and Niall hate me but I just wanna explain. Niall left before I could tell him and.." He takes a deep breath. "I like.. boys.." He can't physically say the word gay yet. "I-I like Niall. I like the way he laughs, I like the way he talks, I like his hair, his eyes, his freckles.. I want to kiss every single one of them. I j-just didn't think I had a chance with him because I'm well.. I'm m-me. The last time I was in a relationship was when I was thirteen." Marcel can't help but laugh because of how pathetic he is. "I live on my own, and it's not as if I have any friends. Then Niall shows up, and he looks like some kind of greek god or something and of course I fall head over heels for him but I never ever thought I'd have a chance with him.. I-I messed everything up I get that.. I just thought you should know. C-can you tell Niall, though? I don't think he'll wanna hear it from me." Marcel takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, vaguely realising that he's crying. brilliant.
"I wouldn't be so sure.. Look behind you, Marcel." Is all Leeroy says, and Marcel thinks that he means to look behind him because there's the door, you can leave now.
Marcel turns around and it's like everythings slow motion because there's Niall and he's got this silly grin on his face.
"D-did you hear all that?"
"Every last word." Niall quickly closes the space between them and embraces him in a hug. "What the fuck man, I thought you were straight!" He mumbles into Marcel's shoulder.
"Surprise?" Marcel giggles, resting his head on top of Nialls.
It's like they were made for eachother. Niall's head fits perfectly in the crook of Marcel's neck and Marcel's arms fit perfectly around Niall and it's like this is supposed to happen.
Leeroy quickly slips out of the room, though both of the boys are too enthralled with eachother to notice.
"I don't believe that the last time you were in a relationship was when you were thirteen. look at you, you're gorgeous"
marcel just smiles and blushes, burying his head in niall's sweater.
"n-niall?"
"yeah?"
"d'you wanna, like, go out sometime?"
"'course I do, Marcel." he smiles really big.
"o-okay. great. I'll, erm-- is tomorrow okay?"
"yeah, yeah. that'll be great."
Niall can't stop smiling and neither can Marcel.
everything just feels so right.
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The Internship
Fanfictionin which Marcel is an intern trying to learn marketing and Niall is Harvey's son who he has to show around.
