Marcel

Chapter 40

Marcel's POV

I nervously tap my fingers on the steering wheel as I drive. It's an hour until Cami's coming. I have an hour to make sure everything's all set.

Niall and I worked for hours after school setting everything up.

Tonight is going to be wonderful.

Hopefully...

“C'mon, move,” I mutter to the slow driver in front of me. At this rate I'll be there in 20 years.

My phone starts to ring, it's Niall.

“We're all here. Everything looks good. Where are you?” he asks when I pick up.

“I'll be there in ten minutes.”

“Okay, when should I leave to pick Cami up?”

“I already told you, leave in 20 minutes.” I smile at his forgetfulness.

“Got it. 20 minutes. K. I'll see you soon. Bye- Zayn, don't touch that!!” He hangs up, leaving me wondering what Zayn was doing.

I hope he didn't mess something up.

I pull up a few minutes later to see the boys running around. Louis is hopping around trying to put on his shoe and Zayn is fixing his hair while looking at his reflection.

“Marcel! Finally!” Liam says.

“I'm here! Is everything good?” I ask.

Liam nods, “All set. Niall's having trouble with his hat though.”

“You're taking this chauffeur thing way too seriously, Niall,” I say, walking over to him.

He puffs up his chest, “Mr. Horan, at your service,” he says, saluting.

I laugh, “Well, Mr. Horan, bring Cami here safely.”

“Me? Of course she'll be safe. I'm the number one chauffeur, I mean, look at my outfit. Very responsible,” he says, winking.

“Top notch,” I tell him.

Louis walks over to us, “You guys did really well. It's beautiful. I'm sure she'll love it.”

“I hope she does,” I say.

“I know she will,” Louis reassures me.

“Do I look okay?” I ask them.

“You just have a little something,” Louis says, reaching up to my hair. He ruffles it and giggles, “All fixed!”

“Louis!” I say, fixing my hair.

“You look fine,” Liam says.

“Who knew Marcel could look so hot?” Louis says.

I slap his shoulder, “Shut up,” I say blushing.

“It's true, someone had to say it. Look at you. You're just so handsome,” he says, “My little Marcel is growing up so fast.” He pretends to cry and wipes at his eyes.

I roll my eyes, “Such a weirdo.”

“Hey!”

“Someone had to say it,” I say mimicking him.

“Niall you better get going!” Liam says.

“It's Mr. Horan! And I'm on my way! See you soon!” Niall says, driving away.

I'm so nervous. I have butterflies in my stomach and I can't think straight.

What if she doesn't like it? What if everything goes wrong?