CHAPTER 7
***Kristen's POV***
I wake up and notice we are still in the studio and somehow there is a blanket on us. I don't know where it came from but, its a soft blanket. I look at Marcel and see he is still asleep. He looks like an angel. He makes soft snoring sounds but, its soothing for a strange reason. I see his tattoos and outline them with my index finger.
I lay here tracing all his tattoos and man does he have so many of them. I don't know why he has so many. I haven't had the time to ask him. God Marcel could sleep forever couldn't he? I have been up for a hour I think. How could I wake him up. I start shaking him to see if that does anything. Nope. Ughh.
"Marcel baby. Wake up come on love." I whisper into his ear while shaking him. Nothing. If his dream is that good I want to know what it is. I lay my head on his chest, I start to hear his heartbeat its so sweet to listen too. Its steady and has that beat that you could play a song too. I'm getting frustrated that he isn't waking up.
Ohh I got it he's sleeping beauty and I'm Prince Charming. She can only be woken up with a kiss from her true love haha. I laugh at my thoughts and give it a shot. I slowly lean in and give him a passionately kiss. I soon feel him kissing back and smile.
"So I must be your true love cause I woke you up with a kiss." I say and start blushing like crazy. I get up and head over to all the boxes with CD's in them looking at them. Wow he has recorded so many. All about his pain through his years. I feel myself getting embraced into a hug from behind. I smile and turn around.
"Maybe you are my true love but, there are other ways to wake me up. You do know that right." He says and I start shaking my head. "You don't think I tried other things I whispered sweet words into your ears. Nothing I laid in your arms for a while. Traced your tattoos nothing. I got annoyed so I kissed you." I say and start blushing at the thought of it.
"Should we get going home or do you want to stay here?" He asked and I looked around the place. Checking for one thing in mind.
"Does this place have a bathroom cause I got to pee." I say and stand up looking around at the place still looking. He starts laughing at my face that I'm making.
"Is that the only reason why you woke me, cause you have to use the bathroom." He ask I smiled and shook my head saying no.
"IS THERE A BATHROOM HERE. I REALLY NEED TO PEE, MARCEL!!!" I yell making sure he heard me. He laughs again and his laugh is contagious. I storm out of there pissed cause he never answered my question. I stand outside waiting for him to stop laughing. Geez it's cold out here. I want to go back in but can't cause of his laughing. Ughhh I'm going in to look around to see if there is a bathroom.
I go inside and see Marcel on the couch and walk past him to only bing back down sitting on his lap. I get frustrated and try and get up but, he tightens his grip on me and doesn't let me get up.
"Marcel Harry Styles I need to pee. Its either I go to a bathroom and pee or pee on you right now right here." I say and give him the most serious face I have ever given him. He lets me go.
"The bathroom is right there if you would read the signs that are in here." He says and I look up to see a sign that says 'restrooms' wow do I feel stupid now. I go to the bathroom and do my business. I finish up and look at myself in the mirror. God do I look scary. I look like this to him I should face palm myself for even thinking I looked fine. I try and fix my hair by putting water in it and pulling it back. I put it in a high ponytail and leave a little of my bangs out.
I go back out to see Marcel picking things up and folding the blanket. I laugh as he cleans. This is the only boy that I know that has tried and clean up a mess. I watch and he see's me and smiles showing his dimples. I just melt on the inside at his dimples. I smile back and go to box with CD's in it. I see one that catches my eye.
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The Other Half of Me (In major editing!)
FanfictionHe's always been bullied. He is alone and a nerd. Everybody knows him as the kid that doesn't need love, he could die young and no one will care for him. Could a girl change all of that in a instants? Could a girl change his thoughts of dying alone...
