Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 21

I wake up when Marcel's lips touch mine. His hot breath is on my lips, and his finger is carressing my cheek. My eyes flutter open, and he presses his lips to mine, before pulling away, and smiling.

''Hi, sleeping beauty. I've been waiting for you to wake up for a while now. I'm taking you to brunch.'' he announces.

''Brunch and dinner in the same day?'' I grin and Marcel blushes. He bites his lip and scratches the back of his neck.

''Um... yeah.''

''Cool. What about school?'' I ask, sitting up cross-legged. I wrap my arms around his neck as I wait for the response.

''No school.''

''But isn't that going to ruin your perfect attendance or something?'' I know it means alot to Marcel. He nods, and locks his gaze with mine. I still haven't gotten used to his eyes.

''It does. But I'd much rather spend today with you...'' he murmurs, looking back down. I lean onto him, kissing his bear shoulder.

''Stay here." I order, running to the bahtroom and brushing my teeth faster than humanly possible. When I go back, Marcel is still sat on the bed, looking into space. I walk over to him and climb on his lap, entwining our hands together. His eyes move to look into my own, and they look so innocent. I kiss his shoulder in the same spot I had kissed him earlier. I then kiss his neck, and he exhales into my ear. I must be doing this right. I kiss the spot under his ear, and he squeezes my hands and lets out a sigh. I take his earlobe between my teeth, and start enjoying whatever it is that I'm doing.

It feels like I'm torturing him in a way too pleasant way, and I can hear he's trying hard to keep moans come out of his throat. I kiss his jaw, and then his flawless cheek. I move to his nose, and then to his other cheek and jawbone. I kiss his forehead, and then lay my forehead to his. I can feel his breath on my lips. I press my lips against his, not pulling away very quickly. I put my head on his shoulder, and he caresses my hair.

''Let's get dressed. I'm starving.'' he whispers and I get up from his lap, walking to my dresser.

When we're both ready, Marcel puts his hand around my waist and guides me to his car. We go to a cute diner on the seaside, and we sit on each side of the booth. I look around and smile. It's one of those retro diners, with neon lights and pink walls everywhere.

"This is really nice. Thanks." Marcel smiles and looks down.

"It's nothing really."

The waitress comes to our table, and we order omelettes and milkshakes.

"How's it going with Zayn?" I ask Marcel out of the blue. He looks at me for a moment before answering.

"Actually I've been hanging out with him, Niall and Louis alot lately. Leeroy is a bit upset but I told him we should both make new friends... together."

"Aw, well you shouldn't abandon Leeroy for them." I scold. "Are they being nice to you at least?" He smiles, dimples appearing in his cheeks. Can't his face stay that way forever?

"Yeah. Especially Niall. Niall is being particularly nice to me."

"What about Zayn and Louis?" I push him. I need to make sure he's not getting hurt because I don't want that for him. He's still really likely to be bullied, so I need to make sure he's okay.

"They're...cool..." he hesitates and I frown.

"Don't lie to me." I get up, and ove to his side of the booth. He immediately embraces me.

"I'm not. Really, it's fine." he says into my hair. I washed it yesterday, so it's okay. It's also giving me goosebumps.

"Ok." I say, looking up at him. He squeezes me a bit and pecks my lips. He has the softest lips ever, and they always mold perfectly with mine, and I wouldn't mind him kissing me every two minutes, really.

The waitress brings our omelettes, but only brings one milkshake. I give Marcel a cheeky smile, and he surprisingly returns it. I dash to the bar to get another straw, and we both dig in at the same time. I never even knew this kind of things could happen in real life. Sharing a brunch milkshake with the cutest guy? I would've never imagined in a million years and yet here I am. After our stomachs are satisfied, a comfortable silence is settled between us.

We look out the window at the sunny beach. The water is pretty calm, and the beach is deserted. I look at Marcel, who's still looking out, eyes glimmering, and little smile strectching his pink lips, his hair glowing in the sunlight. I still haven't gotten over how beautiful he is.

"Wanna go for a swim?" I whisper in his year, kissing him under it. He turns his face to me, and bites his lip.

"Isn't the water a bit cold? And I don't have a swimming suit..."

"Oh you're right. Let's just put our feet in the water." I suggest, grinning. He smiles and nods.

"Ok."

We pay our meal, and go on the beach. I take my converse off as soon as we're on the sand, and he does too. I take his hand, throw my shoes somewhere, and run dragging Marcel behind me to the water. I roll up my pants, and help him roll his. Once the water is up to our ankles, I stop and breathe in the salty air. I turn to Marcel, and he does too, putting his hands on my waist. I let mine rest on his chest, and I can tell what's coming next.

He leans down, and pecks me once, twice, and then kisses me softly. When our tongues barely touch, a wave wets me up to my knees and I screech into the kiss. I look to my left, and a few more waves are coming. I start running toward the shore, and suddenly I feel the ground slip from under my feet. I screech again, and realize Marcel is carrying me. And then I start laughing, putting my arms around Marcel's neck, as he watches me, smiling.

He sits me down on the sand near our shoes, and my stomach's already hurting from so much laughing. I don't even know why I'm laughing, but I feel like I soon am going to cry. I have no idea why.

When I calm down, all I can do is stare at Marcel, taking in everything. I start off with his hair, and how perfectly styled it is even though I ran my hands through it alot last night, and what a pretty colour it has. I move to his eyes, and what an amazing shade of green they are. They are breathtaking, really. When I get to the shape of his nose, he interrupts me.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just stay there and shut up." He seems a bit taken aback.

"Oh, ok..."

"I just want to take in every detail of your face is all. You're so handsome." I muse, not even thinking before I let the words roll off my tongue.

"I'm anything but handsome." he mumbles. After I finish studying how big his nostrils and how perfectly shaped his nose is, I focus back on him.

"What are you even talking about? You're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. If not the most beautiful."

"Why? Because I have green eyes? My lips are the weirdest shape and my teeth are too big and so are my ears, and my nose is shaped like a penis." he protests and I  start laughing at his last statement.

"No, Marcel. You're... perfect. It's not only your eyes. It's your lips, nose, teeth, that little mole next to your mouth, your heart, your strength, your everything. You're perfect, Marcel. And your nose is and won't ever be shaped like a penis."

Marcel shakes his head in disbelief. I take his hand in mine and entwine our fingers.

"Let's put it this way: how much do you rate yourself out of ten?" I ask.

"A four...?" he asks back.

"Not good enough. I'm going to make you rate yourself as a ten. I promise. Okay?"

"Okay."

*Hii everyone, sorry I haven't updated in so long. Writer's block sucks alot. I am also working on a new fanfic, The Big Five, it's a superhero!1D fanfic so you can go check the preview out if you like. Don't forget to comment or vote, and I promise I will do my best to push writer's block away hehe. Thank you so much for still reading, love you.xx*