"Dude, you have more clothes than I do!" I exclaimed as I saw all of the boxes of clothes that Marcel packed. Marcel laughed, "You are the one that started all of this." I remembered the first time I brought him shopping. I created a monster. Marcel was moving into our building and he was really excited about it. He was one floor above Ayden and I. I grabbed a box and headed to the elevator. It took us half an hour to do so. Ayden was hanging out with Zayn at my flat. I didn't want him around while we were moving. "Thanks for helping me today." Marcel said as we brought his boxes of clothes to his bedroom. "I should be thanking you. Ayden is going to love having you around all the time." I replied. "Just Ayden?" He smirked. "And I will too." I told him. He winked at me and I knew I was blushing, "I knew you would, (y/n)." I rolled my eyes, "You are still as cheeky as ever." I had my back to him and then I heard him whisper in my ear, "And you still love it." I turned to face him. He was smirking at me. "Come on. We have work to do." I walked past him before anything could happen. He was making those butterflies go crazy in my stomach. We went into his kitchen and started putting things away. He was washing his dishes before putting them away. What a weirdo. I was putting his kitchenware away when I felt something wet on my back. I turned around and Marcel sprayed me with the hose. "No you didn't!" I exclaimed. "What are you gonna do about it?" He joked. He sprayed me again and I rushed over to him. We fought for the hose and I managed to grab it from him. I sprayed him and then he slipped and brought me down with him. He was on top of me, his face was dangerously close to mine. "You're still always falling around me." He chuckled. I laughed, "But this time it's your fault." He brushed some hair out of my face. "I've always loved the color of your eyes." He whispered. I bit my bottom lip and looked away. He lightly pushed my head towards him. "Don't be shy." He whispered as he kissed my cheek. I felt lightheaded by his touch. It was all too much. The door opened and I heard high heels. "Marcel? Where are you?" It was Missy. Marcel got off of me and stood up. I sat up and wondered what the hell was going on.
