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

Part 62

I often forget to post. Whoooops sorry.
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To goodness and grief;
For in our great sorrow
We learn what joy means.
- Sleeping at Last (Sorrow)
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It took my mom four hours and thirty-five minutes to cook lasagna and roast beef. She had put both in the oven at the same time as we await for my father's and Augustus' arrival. I wasn't keen on meeting this guy that I wasn't fond of ever since what happen between him, Louis and Marcel. But then again there's this not other judgmental side of me that only wants to give him a chance. That is only because my dad was very family-orientated and even though him leaving this family hurt me, I couldn't help but to owe him a chance just to make things right.

They would be coming here any minute now and I've yet to change in to something more formal. I lazily laid on my bed viewing a hideous sight before me. My long mirror was directly looking back at me, my reflection was the same. The small bruise on my eye had turn to a yellowish color instead of staying purple, and not to mention the stitches on my forehead had gotten better but it still needed a little healing. I let my elbows propped up to get a better look on my face but it wasn't my face that bother me. Hell, it was my stomach.

Before I can pull up my spaghetti strap shirt my phone that lays next to me vibrates. I turn to see I had a message from Zayn.

Zayn:
I'm outside your house. Can we talk?
It reads.

I was a bit skeptical that he wanted to talk especially almost this late at night. Must be serious. So I struggle to get off my bed putting on some softer pants and tried on sweats instead. I slid into my shoes and zip up an old gray sweater I hardly ever wear. I was curious to look outside so I slide open my curtains from my window and there he was. Leaning against his car.

Zayn's car was very not hard to spot since it really did draw a lot of attention. It was a bright red Sedan and it drove smoothly, from my experience.
He could sense someone watching him and finally he rises his chin up to see me, it was hard to make out his face but he slowly waves. Leaving me to do the same as I smiled genuinely.

Quickly but so carefully I go down the stairs so I wouldn't harm my stitched up skin on my stomach. I take a glance in the kitchen to see my mother setting plates, I would've offer to help but all I'll be getting is a 'you need to rest sweetie.' Something she says on the daily now and it's because of her I can't really do much around the house. I've been on bed rest for so long I'm starting to miss cleaning up my room and everywhere else in the house. So you can almost tell that I'm washed over with relief that I finally got to go outside for a reason other than staying home in my dungeon.

I sneak outside trying to leave no noise behind to alert my mother that I was out here. Thankfully, our front door doesn't hinge that I nearly remember my mom happen to fix it a few weeks back. She had said the noise drove her insane.

My mind races with a billion thoughts about Zayn's sudden visit and how vital I'm being about it. I was glad to see him and I'm sure he could see how I try walking briskly. My feet carried itself with joy to greet him, and as I got closer my mind was jumbled with happiness I had not notice a bruise under Zayn's eye. There was hovering darkness in the sky but a dim light from a street lamppost glowered down on us. As I was able to see his features.

"What the hell happen to your face?" I said reaching up to cup his cheeks.

"It's nothing" he shrugs removing my hands off his face.

"Zayn, what happen?" I pressed sounding concern but more demanding for him to tell me.

"Marcel" I gasp, "but it's nothing. I probably deserved it anyway" he shrugs not making full eye contact.