I've Been Marked By The Styles Triplets [boyxboy] ✔

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(not edited so don't fucking dare correct my work)

Zayn's POV 

"How about this one." I pointed at another picture on my laptop. I moved the mouse and clicked on the image to make it bigger so me and Marcel could see it better. It was a very nice looking apartment in Manhattan, New York with two bedrooms, two bathrooms and it's location was convenient and not far from the university I was excepted to. 

"Do you like it?" Marcel asked, making me even more frustration. I've been showing him apartments and all he says is do you like it? I know he won't be in the apartment with me all the time but he could at least manage to give me his opinion.

"I'm asking you that." I rubbed my temples as I signed and dropped my head on his shoulder.

After I told my parents that I wanted to move to the States, they were arguing with me that I didn't know anyone there and moving from the UK to the US, will be too much work. Then I told them what's been happening to Marcel and his situation and taking over his dad company, they were starting to consider it. The next day I received a letter from Colombia University which is conveniently located in New York. 

"Dinners ready!" 

My stomach took that moment let out a dying noise and felt my cheeks flush when Marcel shoot me a surprised look. As you can guess, Marcel is going to have dinner with my family. Of course they've met and talk to each other but this is like an official boyfriend meet your parents dinner. To say I was nervous would be the understatement of the year. I just know my parents are going to question him on a lot of things.

Marcel knowing that this was a an important dinner, dressed up rather nicely. His hair was of course slicked back and taken out his eyebrow piercing. He was dressed in a tight, black button up and dark colored jeans. All in all he looked amazing.

"Lets go, before my mom come up and chews our head off." I turned off my laptop and stood up from my bed. Ruffling my hair, I stretched out my back and heard a bone popping back into place. 

I yelped as I felt a hand grasping the cheeks of my bum and I tuned around to see Marcel giving me an innocent look. "Just checking if you had your phone." He shrugged as my face started flaming.

I narrowed my eyes, "I keep my phone in my front pockets." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest while pouting.

"I was just worried alright. What if you got kidnapped and didn't have your phone with you, ho will you call for me to help out." He shoot me a stern look.

"First, if I got kidnapped, I would call the police not you and second you could of just admitted to want to grab my ass instead of giving me shitty excuses." I gave him an unimpressed face and went to grab the handle to my room door.

But before my hand could touch the silver handle, I was spun around and shoved up against the door. Marcels hips and chest were pressed up with mine and my breath caught in my throat as he bought his face closer to mine. "You have a very nice looking bum." He breathed out and my eyes involuntarily shut.