Torn Apart- Liar 2 {Zarry/Zarcel}

Chapter 15- Whispers

~*Zayn's POV*~

The wind lightly blows against my wig hair, making it occasionally fall into my face. I spit and try to move it out of the way, but the stubborn hair does not cooperate.

With my struggle, Marcel giggles.

"It's not funny, Marcel." I protest, while another strand of hair sticks to my beige lipstick.

"M-maybe closing the w-window m-might help?" He giggles while the stutter finally comes out.

I close the window, and realize my flow of hair stopped.

My cheeks becomes flourished with a hot sensation, why didn't I think about that before?

Marcel looks at me from the front mirror.

"Your cheeks are pink, are y-you blushing?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"What?!" No I am not." I feel the sensation warmer upon my face.

I glance out the window to see Film Corp, an elegant made out of marble building. All the cars parked where either a Ferrari or a brand made by the regal company. Their new polished gloss sparkled under the sun.

Marcel's eyes widen at the scene. The black pupils of his eye expanding in length into a sea of darkness.

"We're not going to make it, we're going to end up getting shut down." He whispers.

I lean in to grab his face gently with my hands. One hand on each of his smooth skin.

"Listen to me Marcel, I will make sure none of you lose your job. The Studio will stay open or my name is not Veronica." I say straight into his baby green eyes.

He looks at me for a long moment, and then makes a piercing eye contact.

"But it's not." He smirks under my touch.

I shoot him an evil look.

"Shut up!! you got the point." My words make him laugh.

"Are you ready?" He asks, nervously tapping the wheel.

"Yeah I think I am, but can you unlock the door?" I say not being able to manage the door.

"O-oh yeah, s-sorry.' He presses a bottom on his side and the door clicks to an open.

"Thank you Zayn." He says as I get out of the car, I smile back at him and approach his side of the car, making him perplexed.

I reach for his face and gently peck him on his lips.

"I need Good Luck." I say while slowly pulling away from him.

Marcel licks his lips from the remainder of my lipstick on him.

"You're so beautiful...I...." He stops, unable to finish what he started. He just stay frozen, but only mouths bye and pulls off.

I stand in the parking lot confused. He what?

I shake the thought from my mind and breathe in slowly.

I enter the marble building. Sparkling lights decorated the ceiling and the floor a clear coated surface that shined.

There was a narrow hallway to get to Mr.Harvey's office. Everyone was seated in place. It was unlike the studio where giggles echoed and bright faces skittered from here and their.

As I walk down, my heels tap gently with each step. All faces turn to me. I look from side to side. All women. Some giving me smiles but most seeing me as competition.