The Nerd Who Stole My Heart (A Marcel/Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 31

(Warning: This chapter will be slightly dirty. Not very.)

***Alyssa's POV***

Marcel and I were almost home. The carnival was perfect, and this night couldn't have been better. Marcel's green eyes were focused on the road. I wanted him to look at me, kiss me, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Marcel, can you pull over?" We were on the middle of a road, it was absolutely deserted. There was no cars on the road and there was forest on either side of us.

"Y-yeah baby, what's wrong?" Marcel thought something was wrong. He is always worrying about me and if I'm okay. I felt safe with him. The car pulled over to the side of the road.

As soon as the car stopped, I unbuckled my seat belt and leap on top of him. I straddled him, the steering wheel pressing up against my back, keeping us close.

I looked into his vibrant green eyes, pupils dilating. I put my lips on his, desperate to feel his touch. My entire body was warmed. I put my fingers into his curls and tugged lightly. He let out a throaty moan, that I felt vibrate.

I suddenly felt a bulge, pressing into me. I reached down and palmed Marcel through his pants. He was getting harder and harder. I brought my hand down to his crotch and fumbled with his belt.

Marcel put his big hand over mine to stop me. Did he not want this?

He looked up at me with wide eyes.

"R-remember that F-Friday when you um, you know, sucked it?" He was stuttering and was blushing. I would call it a blow job but he wouldn't know what it meant.

I nodded and he continued.

"W-well shouldn't I erm, do something for y-you?" He normally wouldn't stutter this much, but this is a sensitive topic for him. I wanted him so much, especially when he talked to me like this in his low, raspy voice.

I was just going to agree and let him touch me down there, then something dawned on me. Shit. I have my period. I just started today. Damn you, periods.

"No Marcel, you can't." I felt so bad shooting him down like that. He hung his head down with red cheeks.

"I want to, Marcel. I really do. It's just..." He looked up with hope. I felt so awkward talking about periods to anyone, even my mom. And now I have to tell my boyfriend.

"Y-you don't w-want to, it's ok-" I can't put him through this rejection.

"I have my period." I interrupted, loudly. I started blushing and I was so embarrassed.

The look on Marcel's face showed that he wasn't expecting that.

"O-oh." He whispered. Wow, this was awkward.

"Don't be embarrassed, Alyssa. It's just a monthly cycle. The world is full of cycles. It's just your uter-"

"Oh my gosh, stop!" I screeched.

"Why?" He asked with a giggle.

"It's awkward. I don't want to talk about my 'time of the month' with my boyfriend." I told him. I couldn't help laughing though.

"Alright, alright. Do you feel o-okay, baby?" He was being sweet about it.

"Yes." I pecked him on the lips then climbed off of his lap.

"Do you erm, want to stay o-over? My mom is staying over her friends' again." Marcel offered.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. But can I stop by my house for a second? I um, need to get... things." I told him. I needed tampons, pajamas, and a few other things.

"Of course." Marcel giggled, knowing exactly what I meant.

*****

I jogged in the house, Marcel waited in the car.

"Hey mom. I'm staying over Bella's tonight." I lied as I ran upstairs. I threw my things in my bag. I went to my drawers. I pulled out my t-shirt and a pair of black shorts to sleep in.

I ran down the stairs.

"How was the carnival?" My mom asked.

"Perfect." I smiled.

"Have fun at Bella's." She told me. I know it's not nice to lie, but she wouldn't let me sleep over Marcel's.

"Bye!" I called out and closed the door.

I ran down the driveway to Marcel's car. I opened the door and put my bag on the car's floor, in between my legs.

"Did you get your tampons?" Marcel smirked.

I playfully punched him in the arm and laughed. Whenever I was embarrassed, he had confidence. It was a weird thing that happened between us.

It was less than 30 seconds and we pulled in Marcel's driveway.

Marcel took my bag and carried it for me. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. I breathed in the fresh air in his house. I love his house. It's nice and tidy. I love Anne's design sense.

I followed Marcel up the stairs. I reached over to his ass and pinched it. He laughed.

I took my bag out of Marcel's hands.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I told him and walked into his bathroom.

I took care of my "business" and got out my pajamas. I pulled the shirt over my head and slipped my shorts up my legs. I took my bobby pins out of my hair and brushed it out. I took my makeup wipes and cleaned the makeup off my face. I wouldn't want to get it on Marcel's pillow.

I walked out of the bathroom with my bag. Marcel was sprawled out on the bed, he got changed while I was in the bathroom. I put my bag on the floor and joined him on the bed.

***Marcel's POV***

She looked so beautiful without any effort. She had no makeup on or hair done and she still took my breath away. She laid down next to me. She nuzzled into my chest. I could stay like this forever.

She winced in pain for a second. I looked down at her with concern.

"Are you o-okay, baby?" I asked, worriedly. I don't want to see my girl in pain.

"Yeah, just cramps." She whispered the last part.

"Where's the p-pain?" She pointed to her stomach area.

I put my hands over the area and gently massaged.

"Does that feel o-okay?"

"Yes, thank you." She mumbled. Her eyes were closed, eye lashes fluttering as I touched her.

I'd do anything for her. She hasn't spoken for some time now. She's probably asleep. I studied her face. She looked so peaceful.

I stopped massaging and leaned toward her ear. I don't know if she will hear me.

"I love you." I whispered, breathlessly.

I put my head on the pillow and fell asleep.