Spaces between Us

**5**

Nevaeh's POV

RECAP: My dad knocked on the door and Marcels mom opened the door.

"You came!" She said happily

"Of course" my dad smiled and shook her hand and she looks at me and grinned "Nevaeh you look gorgeous! Now I see why Marcel always-

She stopped herself and sighed "nevermind. Come in" she smild and let us in

My eyes wandered to find the mob of curls so I can speak to him about that tattoo but instead landed on a charming looking lad. Oh God please help me.

Our eyes met and I swore he had this evil? or flirty smirk on his face. Later the person next to him which looked a lot like him but without the curly hair, elbowed him and the guy shook his head and continued to speak with his friend? What really is ticking me off is the fact that he looks a lot like Marcel. Speaking of the dweeb. Where is the lad?

"So why did you need us to come for a fancy dinner?" I asked as politely as I could, I turned my vision back to the mother of Marcel.

"Oh well you see we wanted to get together because it's been a while and also I am going on our second honeymoon with my husband and gosh I'll explain once we are all seated" she gushed and began to call everyone onto the dinner table.

"Marcel, Ted, Gemma, honey!!! Dinner is ready!"she called and smiled at us "please do take a seat dear"she gestured to a seat

I nodded and took a seat and just to my luck the hunk sat next to me. Don't do anything stupid, wait why do I care I am in a relationship now with Zayn and nothing will make me change my mind, not even this hunk of a man.

"Hey"I heard a deep voice mumble

I looked to my right and saw the unnamed hunk give me a side smile and reached for a slice of bread.

"erm Hi"i blushed and reached for a slice as well

"Why so shy?" he chuckled "Never thought Nevaeh Ashlyn Dodson would ever be shy"he mumbled really close to my ear

At the end of his words my eyes dilated and grew too wide, I turned to face him only to have his face inches away from mine. How did this stranger know my name? And where in the world is Marcel?

"How-

"Still haven't figured it out have you?"he grinned and began to chew his food

I slowly removed my gaze from him and began to eat. My mind kept wandering back to this hot boy. how does he know me? How is he this hot?

Through out the entire dinner I wasn't even paying attention, I know the boy would steal a few glances at me but I kept my stare at my fod or anyone else but this boy. Then it clicked, like in those movies. You know how actresses look when they realize something so frightening its shocking and they just stare at nothing whatsoever but it ends up being someone after all? Yeah that happened.

Could he be Marcel? No he can't be.... This is Marcel we are talking about and this lad well he's absolutely flawless. The way his curls look and how his green eyes shine so bright maybe brighter than a diamond.

Wait his eyes...... Marcel wears glasses so no. I totally refuse to believe that's Marcel. Marcel is a nerd, and well uhm no. So no no no.

Once my dad had finished I looked over at him and bobbed my head discretely at the door motioning him for us to get the hell out of here.

"Great dinner Anne," I smiled "dad we should go now I have to do stuff tomorrow" I cleared my throat

"Right, thanks anne for the lovely dinner." my dad stood up as everyone else did to shake his hand and Hug me. Once the unnamed lad came to me he wrapped his arms around me, I kept mine to my sides and slowly pulled away.