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*Marcel's Pov*
"I told you, you were going to lose." I giggled into my hand lightly as we walked towards Liam's truck.
"I just didn't know you had that in you! I mean you're like some kind of...speed demon! Speed demoooon!" He sang the Michael Jackson hit at the top of his lungs while doing some sort of weird dance.
At that moment I was grateful that we were in a dark parking lot with no one else around. We had just waved off Lee and Colt, and were waiting for Liam.
He and Danielle were arguing over something petty and we were shooed out of the building. Thankfully, he gave me the keys so that we could sit in the heated car while we wait.
I doubled over in laughter as he continued his dance.
"I know, I know. I can't dance for shit." he chuckled and continued walking.
When I recovered from
the pain in my stomach I followed his stride.
"Hey you don't have class tomorrow, right?" I asked while unlocking the doors to the black truck. what was it with us and black cars?
"Nope, why?" he watched my hands as they repeatedly pressed the unlock button.
"Want to spend the night?" he raised his eyebrows and his jaw dropped in shock,"No! I mean like you know come over? To hang out. Because it is already really late and we can just like, watch tv and eat food. Not like...spend the night. I just-" I groaned and mentally facepalmed at my awkwardness.
He laughed and stopped my ramblings with a hand over my mouth,"Yes I would like to come over. I've missed mum's cooking and Harry's terrible jokes."
My mouth spread into a genuine smile at his words. He fit in so well with my family.
We separated and headed to opposite sides of the vehicle to get inside. I hopped in and locked the doors behind us after Zayn climbed into his seat.
"They missed you too. You might as well stay the whole weekend." My eyes went wide when I realized what had been said,"I mean, if you want to." I added nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders as if it means nothing to me either way.
"There is literally nothing else I'd rather do this weekend." His dark eyes bore into mine.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"I did not mean to pressure you, Zayn." I raised an accusatory eyebrow at him.
"You didn't."
"Great." I said suspiciously.
"Great." he said monotonously.
"So it's settled."
"I guess it is."
"Fine." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Fine." He smirked.
I cocked my head to the side, placing it into the palm of my hand gently while I stared at the boy in front of me. He stared back, his cheeky smile reaching his eyes.
I shook my head in laughter and turned towards the window. He truly is something. Something indeed.
"So you said Harry and mum missed me?"
I turned back towards him. His pair of hazel gems flicked between my eyes and mouth.
"Uhm...ye-yeah. They were asking about you just earlier to-today."
Why am i stuttering?
He leant in closer,"And...did you?"
He licked his pink lips seductively. He knew exactly what he was doing to me right now. Zayn was enjoying this. Well I can play coy too, Zaynie.
"Did I...what Zaynie?" I looked at him through my eyelashes while tracing circles on his thigh. I knew what he was asking, but he needed a taste of his own medicine.
He gulped while looking down at my fingers working their magic. He seemed to quickly figure out what I was doing and smirked.
He grabbed my finger, and looked back up at me. He was not supposed to be the smart one here!
His face inched even closer. I even felt his breath fan my face.
His fingers now rubbed on my arm softly, causing a fire to ignite within me. Probably exactly what I had just done to him a few seconds ago.
He brought my finger up
to his mouth and kissed it,"Miss me, Marcel. Did you miss me?"
I swallowed hard as his fingers moved from my arm to my thigh.
"Well?" His face moved impossibly closer and now I could only see his now almost black eyes,"Did you?" His voice was deep and gravely.
I closed my eyes before replying.
"I, uhm-" three loud knocks on the window broke us out of the trance.
I may or may not have squealed like a little girl. Let's just go with may not.
We both turned to see Liam with a confused look on his face.
"Unlock the door." he mouthed.
Zayn groaned and slid back to his side of the seat. I quickly unlocked the truck and handed the keys to their rightful owner once he was inside.
I suddenly felt very uncomfortable with the tight space I was in. I almost felt claustrophobic even though Z was no where near me.
Imagining him sleeping in the same room with me all weekend only made the tightness in my chest feel worse.
I may or may not regret inviting him over later. This time let's go with may.
I snuck a glance at the raven haired lad next to me. He seemed to be in deep thought with two fingers tugging at his bottom lip and his face turned towards the window. I noticed that his other hand laid limply on the seat between us.
As soon as I laid eyes on him again, I was calm. The regret soon washing over me, I intertwined my cold hand with his warm one and smiled at the sparks.
His head snapped towards me with a smile that mirrored mine.
A sudden flash of a memory from just two weeks ago came to my mind.
"If you give me even half a chance to be more than friends, I'm gonna take it."
Just friends, Zayn, we are just friends.
Well whoever said friends could not hold hands?
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This one goes out to @AbrilOnce ! She has been here since like the beginning, and comments a lot so...Obviously she deserves a dedication. Love you!
Also, @Aussies_in_2013 ! She never fails to read and vote, and her fic is really good! I just read the prologue and I'm sure I will like it! Love you too!
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