One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

Marcel imagine aka normal day

"Marcel! MARCEL!"

You walk in at the BSE set looking for your boyfriend.

Seeing him you smile and walk against him, past the cameras. Marcel walks against you, picking up speed, in the end running to pick you up in a hug.

"Y/n" he cheers happily. "You sound like Mr Harvey." He adds when letting you down. You giggle.

"Marcel." One of the director sighs. "You need to go back on set. Talk to your girlfriend later."

Marcel nods and then turns back to you.

"Gotta go. Got my duties, you know." You laugh, and he smiles at the sound. "Why don't you go and sit in the lobby while we wrap it up? It's the last thing for today, I promise." You smile against him and nod.

"Sure."

*Half an hour later*

You look up from the magazine you found thrown at a table, and meet the gaze of your brown haired boyfriend. He stands next to the couch, with his jacket thrown over his shoulder.

"You're done?" You ask as you fold together the magazine and throw it back on the table.

"Yup." He answers with a smile. "Let's go."

You get up, and grab his hand as you walk to the exit. A few feet from the door he runs ahead and holds it open.

"You're such a gentleman." You say teasingly with a smile. He winks.

"I know."

You enter his car that is parked outside, and he turns the keys, making the car roar. You close your eyes for a split second, and laugh. Marcel looks at you and grins, then turns around to back out.

You drive quietly for a while, listening to the wheels' spinning under the vehicle. Then your phone starts to ring and you quickly fish it up from you pocket.

"Hello, it's Y/n."

"Hi, honey. How are you?" Your mom cheers.

"I'm good, mom, how are you?" You ask, and look out the window as you drive over a bridge.

"I'm fine, thank you very much. And how's Marcel? You are still visiting us next week I hope."

You smile, and turn to Marcel, that turns when he feels your eyes on him, and grins back.

"He's good, and yes, we intend to come." You tell your mom.

Marcel pulls the breaks, and you unbuckle yourself, and step out of the car.

"Mom, I gotta go. Hope everything's fine with you and dad, and that nothing bad happens 'till next week. God bless you, bye." You turn of the phone, and violently shake your head to get the hair that is glued to your head to fall off.

Marcel stands with his arms folded, leaning against a street light, smiling at you.

"How come you always end your phone calls with her like that?" He pushes away from the pole and joins your side as you walk up to the building.

"The question is how come she always is okay with it." You say as you grab the big wooden handle and swing the door open. Marcel catches it right after you enter, and follows you in.

Your shoulders drop, as you close you eyes and breathe in the smell of coffee, warmness, and cushions. You love this place. It's yours and Marcel's personal cafe, where you know everybody.

Every regular is known to you, and here, everyone got there own personal nickname.

Based on interests, appearance, or maybe just on something they regularly order, or remind of, the staff has given the regulars a certain name, that you are to be called inside that cafe, and nowhere else.