Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 47

Marcel's POV:

I laid down on my bed thinking how the world was screwing with me.

A lot of it had to do with Marilyn and Zayn. Maybe I was going insane about all this but at the same time I wondered if Zayn was only interested in just getting in to bed with her. Another part me was scared that maybe they were actually falling for each other and there was nothing I couldn't do to stop it. One way or another - the pit of my stomach expanded its growth of raged towards Zayn.

I should have known that she'd fall for the bad guy in our school, and it's not like I'm calling her out for it. Maybe Marilyn just sees the best in people and refuses to see their ugly side. I just hope she knows what she's getting in to with Zayn and whatever crap he's going to bring to her.

When I take a glance at Louis across my room I could see that he was busy going through my desk. It seemed like he was roaming through my drawers. Each time he picked up something his face expressions were either full of curiosity or displeasure - like he couldn't believe the things i had in there. This was his first time seeing my room so I get why he received many utterances against everything. The first time Marilyn seen my room was when we were hardly friends but I showed her one day and she wasn't surprise I had hundreds of books stacked on two wooden long shelves.

I remember when I showed her mine and Harry's favorite book since we were younger. Marilyn was pleased to see that I still had our 'The Berestein Bears' with me and how Harry would always read it to me whenever I couldn't go to sleep. The long heavy strides of rain pattered against the window and thunderstorms take me way back when Harry and I hid under a blanket on his bed reading our chosen book.

My mind was too pivot to realize that it was indeed raining outside. Snapping out of my thoughts I felt eyes on me.

"Hello? Geeky boy, are you there?" I heard Louis say as he sits on my desk chair.

"What?" I asked.

"I asked if you're ever going to tell Marilyn how you feel tonight?" Louis repeated and judging from his tone he was determined that I answered him correctly as if this was a test for him.

I thought really hard on this one but seriously why should I tell her when I'm sure she doesn't feel the same way. And I wouldn't blame her. My days with girls weren't very lucky because somehow sometimes things just don't end in the way I wanted it to be. Sure there was that girl in that party Liam held a few weeks ago, but nothing was going to happen. I happen to believe it was because I told her I was in high school still, and I guess nothing further happen between us. She said her name was Alicia and she did give me her phone number but after she asked what grade I was in college - I admitted the truth and later she texted me to lose her number. So, respectfully I did. Louis knew about it but we both just laughed it off and he told me I'd find someone better. Now that I look back - I now know who he was talking about.

"Don't you think it's a little late to tell her?" I stated the obvious.

"It's never too late, mate!" he spoke with so much confidence that I almost fell into his trap.

I shook my head, "you're delusional, Louis."

"So I've been told.." he drifts off standing up from his position and now walking around mindlessly. "Maybe we haven't thought too hard on this one.'' he smirks once leaving me dumbfounded.

"Do you wanna know what I'm thinking, Marcel?"

"I'm afraid to ask" I responded.