Death of a Bachelor ✶ Marcel ✶

✶ E I G H T ✶

Harry (pictured above)

WARNING: ridiculous ass smut ft puns ahead

"Oh my fucking god. You're fucking kidding me." Veronica slams her hands down on the steering wheel. After six failed attempts to start her car, she's about ready to kill a man.

Marcel sits awkwardly in the passenger seat of her over the top black SUV. The car is by no means old, but it was bought used. Of course, no parent in their right mind would but their sixteen year old daughter a brand new Mercedes so they got her a used one. Got to start em off small, right? Anyway, it probably would have been smart to check the battery, but it was running when they bought it.

"I can just-"

"You stay right there," Veronica growls, understandably irritated. "I'm going to call my brother." Veronica whips out her phone and taps the screen impatiently until she finally sees the words "Oshawott calling mobile..." pop up. It rings six times before he answers. She counts.

"V? Hello?"

"Zayn!" Veronica nearly yells into the phone. "Where are you?"

"'M at Ed's. Why?"

"Um, I'm kind of at Sorelle, but my car won't start..." she replies sheepishly. It should be noted that she didn't include the part about the boy sitting in her car that she's planning on taking home with her, which is probably in his best interest.

"Okay, give us a few. We'll be there soon."

"What? No! Don't bring-"

The lines goes dead before she can advise her brother not to bring the brother of the boy beside her. Ed will only cause more trouble.

"So... we have a while until he gets here.... want some gum?" Veronica asks, giving him a little wink. When he politely declines, Veronica shrugs and takes a red stick for herself.

It's a good thirty minutes of the two playing on their respective phones until a tiny red Prius pulls up. It's honestly the dumbest fucking car Veronica has ever seen, but Zayn insists that it's about the environment and the gas mileage and blahblah hippie ass bitch blah. One would think that he'd keep it cleaner what with the stick up his ass, but she can already feel her heels sliding into the piles of fast food bags and she's not even completely out of her car yet.

Veronica makes sure to give Zayn her most murderous 'don't test me' glare as she walks around the car, confusion evident on her brother's face until he sees the lanky figure come around her SUV. A huge, open-mouthed grin breaks out across Zayn's face, as he mentally queues up Embarrassing Veronica: The Greatest Hits.

Marcel and Veronica slide into the cluttered backseat of Zayn's tiny little hybrid car. One of the seats is full of art supplies so Veronica has to sit on the middle seat, arm brushing against Marcel's.

"Oh really?" Edward smirks, turning around in his seat to give Marcel a congratulatory look. He completely bypasses Veronica, just wiggling his eyebrows at his little brother before turning around in his seat. "Did you know about this?" he asks Zayn.

"No," Zayn smiles back, like a fucking imp. He may seem docile and indie, but he's still a twenty year old annoying fuck. He winks at Veronica through the mirror, shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he gets back into the position to drive. As soon as Zayn turns the key in the ignition the radio starts blasting the sound of a woman moaning.

Veronica's eyes widen in horror as her head immediately snaps to check Marcel's reaction. His eyes are the size of the moon. Yup, that's an appropriate reaction.