I was having just another day. Another torturous day in the land of Ella. My mind swivelled in thousands of directions and I couldnt focus on one single thing. Marcel laid beside me, sheets covering only the lower half of his inked body. I pressed my hand on his chest, a low grumble vibrating my hand through his chest.
"You have cold ass hands!" He slurred lowly, making me strain my ears to understand what he was saying. I let a quiet giggle leave my lips as Marcel turned his head towards me, eyes barely open, and shot me a close-lipped smile. It warmed my heart, and sent shivers through my body. I rolled over so that my body laid on top of his, his arms drooping around me.
"You put clothes on..." Marcel breathed, clearly upset by my choice. I shrugged my shoulders.
"I like them better off.." He smirked, eyes still barely opened.
"I dont know.. I quite like them this way, but i have to take a shower so..." I trailed off suggestively.
"I have dumb ass papers to fill out babe, I wish I could." Marcel sighed, his breath hot against my skin, only intensifying my need for him.
"Okay.." I lingered sadly before getting up. I walked over to the closet, bending over to open the bottom drawer, making sure my shirt rode up just enough. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him clench his teeth tightly, looking away.
"Hey babe, have you seen my.." I began before I felt a sharp pain on my hand. I hissed, looking at my hand as i cursed beneath my breath. There goes me trying to be seductive. Marcel shot up in bed, looking to see if I was okay. The blood smeared all over my hand, dripping onto the floor as i hissed in pain. Marcel shot up, hurrying over to me as i quickly pulled my shirt off, wrapping it around my hand and tying it tightly. I was now left in my matching lace bra and underwear.
Marcel took a deep breath, hovering over me awkwardly.
"Are you okay?" He asked as I nodded, standing up.
"I'm just gonna take a fucking shower." I groaned, walking into the bathroom. I unwrapped the bloody shirt, remembering to wash and disinfectect it after my shower. I quickly stripped, stepping into our stand-in shower. The water was hot, fogging up the windows as I washed my body. I heard a creek, but due to the steam I couldnt see anything. I felt hands creep down my body as I shivered. I felt lips attach to my neck and immediately knew what was going on. I turned around, Marcels hungry lips meeting mine as I ran my hands through his curls. His hands roamed my body as I pressed myself up against him. I felt his moan through our lips as I smirked. He always got to satisfy me and watch me come undone. Eventually tables would turn and I took this as my chance.
I'm not exactly the boldest, although my many actions would contradict my statement. I ran my hands down his chest, and I can imagine every tattoo my skin was sliding over. Marcel pressed his lips gently to my neck, the skin was pulled softly, and I could feel the small nibbles. I bit my lip, throwing my head back allowing him any space he could possibly need.
He began working down but once he reached beneath my breasts, I grasped his wrist, my knees wobbly. He stood up, looking down at me. Through the steam I could make out his hair sticking to his forehead. I watched water droplets slide to the end of his long eyelashes before dropping off.
"Today isn't going to be about me." I stated with a burst of confidence. I saw Marcel raise an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his beautiful lips.
"What do you want to do then baby girl? I'm all yours." Marcel spoke deeply, moving his arms into the air so he was completely exposed. As much as my hormones were driving me crazy, I couldn't escape those last three words. All I've wanted was for Marcel to be mine. I would never admit back then but from the moment I saw him, I knew life wouldn't be the same and I surely couldn't help how fast I fell for him.
He aggravates me, he pisses me off and he makes me want to leave him all the time. He pushed my buttons constantly and he always hurts me but in a way, it makes me love him more then I would if he didn't do any of that. He's Marcel Styles. Messed up, and what he's gone through doesn't help.
I thought he was incapable of loving anybody but himself and yet we are, his hand gently cupping my cheek as I move down onto my knees.
I don't understand how I became so privileged as for him to love me back but I'm glad it happened. I accuse him of being this cruel, malicious guy constantly and he still sticks around. I question who he is and what he's done but through all of my trouble he stays. I realized I'm just as messed up as him, yet I was never willing to look at my flaws, only his. It took me nearly two years to figure out what a screw up I am. Two years to realize that he's not the only bad guy in this equation. Everything he's guilty for, I am too and as he comes undone, I savor the feeling of being close to him.
I let the water wash us off as I stand on my feet, Marcel gripping my hips and giving them a gentle squeeze.
"That was...fucking amazing." He spoke, his accent heavier and breathier than normal.
I gave a shy smile and his hand cupped my cheek, tilting my head up so I could look in his eyes. We were barely an inch away, and at this point I was convinced my legs were actually formed on jello.
His soft lips were pressed to mine and I felt more passion, more love than I ever had before. I felt for Marcel in a way I never had before. I was scared to place my hands on him, scared he would slip fro me. Everything I have ever loved had been taken away, and I didn't want Marcel to be another in the cycle.
"I love you Marcel." I stated firmly and everything felt true.
"I love you baby, more then you will ever know." Marcel spoke before pulling our chests tightly together.
We're screwed up. Fighting one minute, hugging in the shower the next.
I knew our happiness was short lived but I'll bask in it's warmth until I have to wake up and face our next problem.
sorry for the short chapter! I dont know how long this laptop is going to work but how long ive been gone is unacceptable. I know I say that a lot and I deserve no fans and all the hate in the world. I feel absolutely horrid so Im not going to say ill be coming back to update regularly. Why? Because I dont know if I will or not. All I can promise is that I will try, again and again because for the people who have stuck with me, THANK YOU! I love you all so much and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! ♥
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