Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 38

I pat Alexa's hair as she sleeps peacefully in my arms, a sleep she's earned after crying for so many hours. The next time I see Zayn, he's getting his ass kicked. Wait, no, his balls kicked. Hard.

Alexa's been ranting about what happened and how hurt she is, but understanding her while she's crying is a really difficult task. Marcel offered to come and comfort her while I take a rest (because that boy is too perfect not to do that) but I still don't really know what Alexa thinks about Marcel, because they have a long way to go before they become as close as Zayn and I (though it's obvious that I want to be the furthest away from him possible right now), so I can't risk having him comfort her.

Alexa shifts in my lap and runs her hand over her face. She moans and opens her sleepy eyes, breaking the silence of the apartment.

"Did you sleep well, love?" I ask her in a soft voice. She nods, stretching her hands and legs.

"I'm so hungry." she mumbles.

"What do you want to eat?" I really can't help but do everything to make her feel better; Alexa usually never opens up completely when it comes to heartbreak, but this time she did. Whatever I can do to help, I will. No matter how many friends she has, I just know I'm kind of the only one that cares that much for her.

"Fruit." she states matter-of-factly. Should've guessed. She begins to say something else when someone knocks. My heart skips a beat at the thought of Marcel coming to keep us company even though I told him he didn't have to.

"I'll get it." I get up and rush to the door.

I unlock it quickly and pull it completely open. There, a bouquet of flowers in his hands, stands no other than the dog, the asshole, the fuck up that is Zayn Malik. I can't read his expression, it's so blank you could say he just doesn't have feelings. Not hurt, not okay, not guilty... complete neutrality covers his entire face.

"Who is it?" Alexa calls from the couch, obviously not bothering to get up and see for herself.

"Leave. Go away." I snarl.

"Dee?" Alexa calls again. I turn to her trying to keep her from seeing, but it's too late, she's already noticed him. Her eyes grow wide, and pain, the pain she managed to escape for a while comes back to her full force. Her eyes begin to water. I turn back to Zayn, who's frowning at his ex.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?! Get the fuck out of here!" I yell in his face.

"I..." he looks at his feet, hopefully feeling ashamed "Can I just come in? I need to talk to Alexa." he pleads.

"Okay, but does she want to talk to you? No, she doesn't, so leave!"

"Wait! Delilah, let him in. I would like to hear some explaining." I can see how much she's struggling to say those words, but I comply. I step away from the door, letting Señor Manwhore drag his dirty feet inside and then shut the door closed.

"Could you please give us a moment?" Loser Boy asks.

"Okay, I'm going to the kitchen." I start moving, but the butthead still isn't happy.

"But there isn't even a wall between-"

"That's all your gonna get, you little bitch." I have a weird pleasure in calling men bitches. Don't ask me why. Alexa frowns and Zayn tucks his tail between his non-existent balls and proceeds into talking to 'the love of his life'.

I grab a cereal bar before sitting down and ejoying the show.

"Explain. Or don't, in which case you take your ass out of my house." Alexa sasses him out and I can't help but nod approvingly. She learned the ways of sassying out very well.