MARCEL STYLES IMAGINES.

ASHLEY.

Ashley's P.O.V.-

Today was the day we got back the last quiz before the end of year test. And I already basically know that I failed... I just really don't want to face that fact right now.

'Oh my god...' Scared to look at it. "Ashley, I'm gonna need to see you after class." Ms. Smith says as she hands me my test.I nod as my teacher walked away.

" your so screwed" my best friend Jonelle said.

"Why? She just wanted to talk about my dumbass grade?"

"Ya, maybe. But look she's probably gonna like tutor you or something." She said.

"Now, no ain't no way I'm gonna spend my time with her. Not gonna happen. We're still gonna meet up at zona after school?"

"Um hell ya, if your not stuck in here..."

" I'm not gonna be ok?" I cut her off mid sentence.

The obnoxiously loud bell rang so Jonelle left me. And I made the walk of shame up to the teachers desk. Just now taking a look at my test I see I got a D. Not as bad as I thought I'd get.

Suddenly, I bump into a tall muscular figure,

" I'm so sorry" I say and look up to see... Marcel? the school nerd that gets straight A's. Well that's so not what I expected. He's like fucking toned... Weird.

" okay Ashley, you are going to be tutored by Marcel from now on. If that's okay with you?"

"No! That's not okay with-" Ms. Smith didn't let me finish my sentence.

" I was talking to Marcel." What a way to show you care what I think old granny. " okay so Marcel, can you tutor her?"

"S-sure" god he always stutters.

"Okay now, you two get out of my class." We started walking to the door. Oh this should be fun, not.

" okay so, your house or mine?" I asked turning to face him.

"I u-um mine?" He said it sounding more like a question.

"Okay let's go. What's your address? Ill meet you there. But I gotta go home first. Okay?"

"Yeah t-thats good." He stuttered again. Damn that's adorable. Um no it's not ashley what the hell are you thinking?? Weird, just shake it off.

He got a piece of paper and jotted down his number before handing it to me and walking to his car. And might I say, his car is damn nice for him.

Marcel's P.O.V.

Shit. I'm scared, no one has ever been in my house. You know, other than my family obviously. I mean, I moved out and I've got my own place. I dunno why. Just wanted some room to breathe I guess.

But, I dunno. Usually after school I change. So thats what i did. Ive got to Get all this damned gel out of my hair, and put on some normal clothes. Yes I know what I wear to school isn't normal. Yes, I know it's weird. But I don't even know. Everyone always called me a nerd. So I went along with it and dressed like a nerd.

So I just put on some basketball shorts, a plain white t-shirt, and hi-tops.

Got all the shit out of my hair and let it go back to its normal, curly state.

I wonder if Ashley will even really recognize me? Hmm. Oh well. I don't think it'll matter.

I sit down and watch reruns of 'doctor who' for a few minutes before the bell rings.

"Hi." I greet Ashley at the door.

"Hi, um is Marcel here?" She asks me. Wow, just wow.

" I-I'm right here." She looks at me in shock.

"Oh wow um, hi. You look different?" She says, sounding confused. I guess. Wow do I really look that different?

" I mean you don't look bad, you look good, but wow...hi"

"Yeah, so lets g-go study, yeah?"

"O-okay, yeah" what the hell, why is she stuttering now...

"C'mon" I say and lead her up to my room. When we get there she's in shock once again. I really don't know why.

"Oh my god Marcel. What the heck? Your room looks amazing."

"Um thanks, I g-guess. There's really nothing special about it though." I reply. Because I mean come on. My room is just an average room. It's mainly black furniture and the walls are painted red.

"Yes there is oh my god. I love it." She says sitting on my black couch. See? Basically all black? She probably thinks I'm a freak or something now... Yes, I care what she thinks. I've always had a crush on her. Always meaning since like 4th grade, and were in sophomore year know. Soo, yeah.

(A/N sorry I'm using American school years. That's all I know...)

"Okay s-so lets get started what do you not understand most?" I asked her sitting down beside her.

"Um, mostly everything" she blushes.

"It's fine." I say reaching my hand up to remove her hand from covering her blushing and beautiful face.

She looks me right in the eye as I do so.

Suddenly I find her leaning forward into my touch a little. And it feels like in no time our lips are connected and moving in sync. And this is like the first time I have ever kissed anyone. So I'm afraid I'm messing up and not doing this right...

She puts one of her hands on my chest and the other up to my hair as we continue to kiss.

Ashley's P.O.V.

Oh my god Marcel is like the best kisser ever. I think as I pull away.

"W-wow" he says looking at me in shock.

"Yeah, wow." I say looking back up at him.

" fuck it, okay look Ashley, I really like you and I always have. Please be my girlfriend? It would make tme the..." I cut him off with another kiss.

"Does that answer your question?" I ask smirking.

"I-I think it does." He says smiling showing his dimples.

A/N Yay the end happy happy happy. I'm sorry it got a little long... Ill try to have the next one up tomorrow. :)

Oh, and who's excited about MIDNIGHT MEMORIES????? I KNOW I AM!!! okay, adios.