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

Part 65

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"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Louis decides to say.

"Can we talk later, I have a killer headache" I said ignoring his rude attitude and start to make my way out of Liam's room. "Thanks for letting me sleep here, Liam" I don't let him respond because I'm out the door within seconds not caring if Louis or Marcel are behind me.

I surprisingly run into Alan who's room is closest to Liam's he's wearing his usual attire in the morning. Boxers and nothing else. Although besides that I am confused why his face was bruised everywhere. Someone must have had really rough night.

"Oh hey! 'Whore of The Party.'" he reminds me as I looked down at my outfit and I couldn't agree more.

"Bug off mate" I hear Liam say behind me.

"Wow Alan did you finally get what you deserved cause it is clearly visible on your shit face" Louis laughs and it's enough to make me walk away from the scene.

Alan did look bad, he had a growing bruise on his left eye and on the other it just plain purple, not to mention a small cut on his lips. The same lips I've made out with. That was more of a joke than anything I've ever encountered before. Me and Alan? I clearly showed the wrong side of me last night.

"Hey Marilyn, tell your boyfriend this isn't over" that made me stop in my tracks and I quickly turned around.

"He did that to you?" I could almost feel the corner of my lips grin. But my mind was more occupied by the fact that Zayn did such thing. Oh no, does this mean he saw me makeout with Alan?
A mixture of anger and frustration rose within me and I worry if Zayn saw the horrible things I did last night.

"Guess he got jealous when he saw us making out" he shrugs grinning.

My head was spinning but I remember the whole thing now. My body swaying to the music as a firm grip held on to me and danced behind me. That was Alan and I let him take a chance on me.

I could see the boys expressions behind me, Louis looked rather angry but he was looking at Alan and Marcel couldn't even look up at me. It was like I failed them and that left me to jog my way out of the house before Alan says something else I don't want to the boys to hear or I to hear.

"You're such an ass, Alan" I heard Liam say before I step outside his frat.

The glistening morning sun had hit me so hard, it made my eyes clutched together tightly and it hurt like hell. I could feel my eyelids burn but thankfully Liam had given me painkillers, though I doubt they'll start to take in just now.

I stopped at Louis' car not a few minutes later he and Marcel came to join me afterwards. They both were angry and even though Marcel didn't show it; deep down I knew he was. Louis unlocked the car and before I can open the backseat door he was guarding it within seconds.

I gave him a subtle look, unbothered by his presence, all I knew was that I wanted to go home and sleep for days. Right now though, I couldn't bare a 'dad' lecture from Louis but I was surely going to get one anyways.

"Is this what you've been up to, Marilyn? Seriously? Parties at Liam's frat and kissing Alan" he gave a sour look, clearly disappointed in me.

"God, Louis why does it matter anyway? Can't I make my own decisions, you're not my dad"
I rolled my eyes griping tight my tangled up hair in frustration.