Death of a Bachelor ✶ Marcel ✶

✶ T E N ✶

Marcel wakes up first, as Veronica is apparently a fucking brick and can't hear the haunting chimes of Marimba. Without thinking, he grabs the phone and answers groggily, "Hello?"

"Who the fuck is this?" Harry says shrilly into the phone, effectively ripping Marcel from his sleepy haze. It's then that he notices the pink phone case and nearly chucks it across the room in a panic.

"I asked a question!" Harry yells through the speaker. "Who the fuck is this? Why do you have Veronica's phone? What have you done to her?"

Marcel immediately starts shaking the ever loving shit out of the girl in the bed beside him.

"Whaddafuq?" she mumbles sleepily, not even opening her eyes.

Marcel slaps the phone against her ear, earning an angry squeak from the girl. "What was that fucking for?"

"Veronica!" the other girl yells through the phone, causing her to sit up with the phone, now wide awake. "Are you okay, darlin?"

"Yeah," Veronica rasps into the phone, needing a glass of water. She wishes she could just command Marcel to go get her a drink, but that would give them away and Marcel wouldn't spit on her if she was on fire.

"Who was that?"

"Who was who?" Veronica plays dumb, sending a sly smile to Marcel who just looks terrified.

"Um, the guy who answered your phone!"

"Harriet, are you okay?"

"Don't Harriet me! I know what I heard! Are you with Percy? Seriously?"

"No," Veronica groans, not ready for this lecture again. One slip up, and everyone thinks she just can't get over her ex. She and Percy didn't even do anything that one time except kiss... and she may have given him a little old times sake blowjob. It's no big deal. She's over him.

"Then who was it?"

"Marcel," Veronica replies honestly, just to throw Harry off her scent. Marcel looks about ready to pass out at the mention of his name though.

"Don't even play. I'd believe it after the past few months you've had. You're so borderline desperate. I only know you haven't officially given up on everything because you aren't taking a laddie up the arse— Wait, is it Niall?"

"No," Veronica growls back, not in the mood to be insulted this early in the morning. "I don't want to talk right now. I'm sleeping."

"Okay, well the girls and I are going shopping, and when you decide to stop being a pain in the ass, you're invited. Actually, no. Don't even bother showing up."

Veronica sarcastically pretends to be heartbroken and hangs up before Harry can start another rant.