Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 3

''Party time...'' Alexa chants as she enters my room to see if I'm ready. Not even close. I'm sat on my bed, cross-legged, a towel on my head, and only wearing panties and a bra.

''I think I'm going to wear this to the party.'' I joke and her eyebrows shoot up.

''Okaaay... Well, hurry up! Unless you don't know what to wear in which case I suggest you wear your plain black dress and your Jeffrey Campbell's.'' she explains, leaving me nodding my head and sighing. I really am not in the mood for partying. Not on a school night, on the second day of school. But I am kind of eager to meet Marcel, so I get up and get ready. After I straighten my hair, I turn around for Alexa to see me.

''Great!'' she chirps ''Now sit down and let me do your make-up.''

''But I don't-'' She cuts me off miming a zip on her lips. She begins to tickle my face with numerous brushes and after quite a while she tells me to open my eyes. I look at myself in the mirror, and purse my lips at the sight of my heavy make-up.

''Smokey eyes are not for black eyes, Alexa.'' I observe and get up and ready to leave. It'll do for the night.

 The cab is waiting for us outside, and Alexa requests a venue I have never heard of before.

''Where are we going?'' I whisper. I really don't like it when cab drivers can hear the conversations of their passengers.

''Just a nightclub, nothing special. I've been there plenty of times.'' she reassures me with a smile. She told me the other day Johanna Ralf, one of the juniors, was hosting the party. I assume it's her birthday, but I'm not so sure since we haven't bought any presents.

 The driver stops right in front of the entrance, and I leave it to my best friend to pay. I climb out of the car, making sure my dress looks okay. Alexa grabs my hand and we walk into the club. The music is loud, and people are already grinding on each other. As far as I'm concerned, it's nothing I haven't seen before. The music is surprising though. It's not the usual clubbing music, it's just dancing music. As we make our way to... I don't exactly know where we're going to but Alexa does- Pompeii by Bastille starts to boom through the speakers.

''This is the last song I ever expected to hear in a place like this.'' I shout to Alexa. She laughs, and stops, starting to jump up and down, swaying her hips. I join in, and we both sing along to the song. As the song ends, a voice cheers into the microphone. I look up and see Louis at the mixing booth, waving with one hand, and holding the headphones with his other. He smiles brightly and I almost scream, literally. God, does he look hot.

''Hello everybody! Hope you're having fun, because this is the last real party we're all going to have in a while! Everyone put your drinks up!'' Louis screams, and the ones who have drinks raise their hands.

 Drinks. Right. I point to the bar, and Alexa nods, heading the other way. Good luck finding her again, Delilah. I order two shots, squeezing my eyes shut when I taste them. This should keep me going for the night. I turn around, and try to look for Alexa or Zayn. A hand grabs my wrist and I yank it back, not noticing who it was. I look to my right and there stands Niall, smiling at grabbing my wrist again. I let him lead me wherever he wants, I don't really care. Plus it's Niall. And Niall is hot.

Eventually, we stop at the table Zayn, Alexa, and a few other guys and gals are sat. Yeah, well what did I expect, that he was going to take me to his car? I start to feel dizzy and my throat starts to get dry, so I sit down.

''Hi.'' a voice from behind me startles me. I turn around to find Marcel. Judging by his perfectly gelled hair, big glasses and unusual outfit it's him.

''Hey.'' I reply, shifting a bit so I can see him clearly. I'm seriously going to end up beating both Alexa and Zayn. This is awkward as fuck, and I seriously should have mentioned 'anyone except nerds'.

''I'm, uh, I'm Marcel.'' I look at him for a bit, trying to process what he just said. In my case, it takes longer to process what someone says after two shots. He looks away and catches his lip between his thumb and his index finger.

''Sorry, hehe, I'm Delilah.'' I giggle nervously. I decide I'm going to make an effort this time and meet this guy, or I'll let myself down again. I look over to Alexa, and she's laughing like crazy with Zayn. Looks like she had a few more drinks than me. I look back at Marcel, and he seems disappointed and like he's not having fun at all. He looks at me and smiles soflty, noticing me staring. Dimples appear in his cheeks and I'm a bit surprised, I didn't see a cute smile and dimples coming. I also notice his eyes are very green. Very green.

My head is spinning.

''Are you wearing contacts?'' the words come out of my mouth before I can think of how stupid they sound. Marcel frowns a bit.

''Um, no.'' He's so shy, it kind of annoys me. But his answer also makes me smile.

''Your eyes are really pretty.'' I beam. His cheeks seem to flush, and he smiles awkwardly.

''Thank you.'' We look at each other for a moment before he clears his throat. ''Did you want something to drink?'' he offers.

''Only if you drink with me.'' I smile sweetly but he shakes his head.

''No, I don't really... drink.'' I notice he's been leaning his elbows on his knees since we've started talking, and it annoys me. A lot of things annoy me when I'm tipsy. I sit up and he looks up at me. I stretch my arm towards him and Marcel looks at me, confused.

''Let's dance.'' I demand. He bites his lip, he's shy again. Annoying. ''C'mon!'' I grab his hand and pull him up with as much strength as I can muster. I pull him too hard, making him almost fall over me. I take a step back, but I slip on something. In a blink of an eye, Marcel grabs me by my waist, steadying me. He has big hands. And he managed to steady me, so I have to give the boy credit-he's strong.

''Get a room you two!'' Alexa shouts in a high-pitched voice. For some reason, anger and dizziness are getting the best of me, and I take Marcel's hands off of me and walk to Alexa. I bow down to face her.

 ''Listen here. You are drunk and I would really appreciate it if you didn't shout such things to me and Marcel.'' I say harshly. My voice turns into a whisper, and I say more softly-she is drunk after all. ''I'm really trying to make an effort and get to know him. You're making this weird for both of us. Please, just shush.''

She looks at me puzzled at first but then she bursts out laughing. I swear to God, I'm going to end up punching her.

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