{Olivia's POV}

After my visit with my brother's gravestone, I decided to make my way to Marcel's house. I walked up the green steps, pursing my lips when his mother, Anne, answered the door. She gave me a bright smile, the door wide.

"Olivia!" she exclaimed.

I smiled, "Hi, Anne."

She hugged me, "how are you, love?"

"I'm okay," I shrugged, "is Marcel here?"

"He's up in his room, go on up." Anne smiled.

I gave her a bright smile and thanked her, walking up the stairs. I leaned against his door, hearing music softly playing and nothing else. I knew what he was doing. Exactly what he did when he was dumped the first time. Laying in bed and listening to music. I knew Stephanie had broken up with him, and I got a slight pang of happiness. Ever since that kiss, he's all I been thinking about. I lightly knocked on the door.

"Come in," Marcel's raspy voice called to me.

I opened the door, walking in, "Hi.."

He sat up, "O-Olivia.."

I closed the door and leaned against it, "Thank you."

"For?" Marcel asked, scooting off the bed a bit, propping his head against his hands.

"Luke yesterday.." I whispered.

"Oh, yeah, well.." Marcel coughed a bit, "he shouldn't have hit you."

"Marcel, let's not ignore the elephant in the room, too." I smirked.

"And that'd be?" He said, looking up at me. Those green eyes burnt through me.

"You kissed me," I whispered.

"I know, I was there." Marcel chuckled.

"Why?" I said, "why did you kiss me?"

"Why do you think?" Marcel sighed.

"Well, is it because you like me?" I asked, "or something else, because lately, you've been so confusing."

"Olivia, listen to me." Marcel stood up, looking me dead in the eye, "I love you,"

My eyes widened, "y-you what?"

"I love you." He repeated, stepping so his body was pressing me against the door even more.

"What about Stephanie?" I asked, my voice a hush again. I was so shocked.

"We broke up, she likes Liam." he shrugged. (HAHA!! Sorry, I find that hilarious!)

"Oh, I'm sorry.." I whispered.

"I'm not," he chuckled. I looked up at him.

"Olivia," he said, bring his hand up so it was under my chin, "there is no one I'd rather be with because there's no one who can make me feel like you do."

My breath hitched in my throat, "Marcel, I love you, too."

Marcel smiled brightly and pulled my head forward, pressing our lips together. I smiled, kissing back. His hand stayed on my face and his other one slipped down my back, holding onto my lower back. My hands pressed to the middle of his torso, holding him close to me. We were both smiling like crazy, and I knew that we were now.. one.

When we parted, Marcel rubbed his thumb along my cheek, smiling, "will you go to prom with me tonight?"

"Yes," I smiled.

"As my girlfriend?" Marcel smiled.

I pecked his lips, "Yes."

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{Olivia's POV}
Olivia's Dress

I squeezed Marcel's hand tightly. He smiled at me, making me blush bit and giggle. He pulled me closer to him, ignoring the stares from other people.

"You look beautiful, love." Marcel whispered in my ear as we walked into the gym, where the other couples and the music was.

"You look amazing too, babe." I replied, unable to control the smile that was spread across my face. Marcel leaned down, pressing his lips to my cheek. He pulled away and gave me a smile, looking up and seeing Louis and Zayn.

Zayn smiled, "hey, man."

"Nice one," Louis said to Marcel, giving me a wink.

Marcel wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me close, "Thanks."

Louis looked behind him, then at us, "So, Liam and Stephanie?"

"Yeah, she and I broke up today, and he asked her out," Marcel shrugged, "it's cool, I advanced." He against pressed his lips to my cheek and I gave him a smirk.

"Well, did you hear about Beauman?" Zayn asked.

I looked up, "Luke?"

"Yeah, that creep," Zayn scoffed, "did you hear what he did?"

"No, what?" I said, looking at them with a very serious face.

"He got a gig here at the prom," Zayn said, "well, when he got dumped, he came back here and ripped apart the entire sound system, threw crap and everything, he got suspended and they got one of the teacher's brothers to DJ,"

"He's such an idiot." I rolled my eyes, laying my head on Marcel's chest.

Marcel snorted, "watch him show up anyway."

"He'll be excused off the premise is what I heard," Louis shrugged.

"Where's Niall?" Marcel asked, trying to change the subject. Zayn pointed across the gym at the snack table. Niall was standing there, looking a bit sad.

"Why does he not ask someone to dance?" I shrugged.

"He can't," Zayn said.

"Why?" Marcel asked.

"All they ever wanna do is hug him!" Louis exclaimed with a laugh.

"Poor kid," Marcel laughed. Suddenly, the music changed from a fast song, to a slow, pretty song. Louis and Zayn looked at each other and turned, walking away. I peered over at Marcel, who was already smiling at me.

"Will you dance with me, baby?" Marcel whispered in my ear.

"I'd love to," I smiled. Marcel took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I looked him over. He looked amazing. He pulled me into his chest, his hands on my lower back, my arms around his neck. He gave me a beautiful smile.

"You look beautiful, my love" He whispered as we swayed. He seemed to hold me tighter.

"I love you," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I honestly never thought I'd hear you say that," Marcel chuckled, shaking his head.

"Why?" I said, chucking, too.

"Because of what I did," Marcel said, frowning a bit.

"Yeah, you were a jerk," I remarked. We both laughed a bit.

"I know, and I'm sorry," Marcel sighed.

"Just promise you're mine." I responded with a small smile.

"Forever," Marcel smiled, pressing his lips to mine.