Live As We Know It

{Olivia's POV}

Marcel flipped the coffee table, sending magazines and a jar that had papers in it flying across the room. Zayn squeezed Kellyn closer to him, protecting her from the falling items. I cringed at the sound of the table toppling to the floor and my husband's loud grunt in anger. My eyes were locked on Zayn, though, cradling my daughter in his arms. I gulped back fear and stood up, facing Marcel.

"Honey, calm down," I said, standing behind the couch. Marcel faced the wall, looking away from me and rubbed his chin. He turned to me and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Olivia, how do you expect me to calm down?!" He growled.

"Maybe he won't try anything!" I exclaimed, trying to be helpful.

"He's insane, Olivia," Marcel sighed, "he will."

"We'll get a restraining order!" I offered again.

"He came back to school after being suspended, and he wasn't allowed there," Marcel said, "he'll break a restraining order,"

"Well then what do you think we should do, Marcel!?" I exclaimed, sitting on the couch. Zayn walked over, laying Kellyn across my lap and standing up straight. I held my baby closer, kissing her cheek as Zayn sighed.

"Marcel, I've already talked to Louis and he agreed that we will be here if you ever need us," Zayn explained, walking over and laying a hand on Marcel's shoulder. "We're here for you,"

"Thanks," Marcel smiled a bit, then shook his head and frowned, "did you talk to him?"

Zayn nodded, "I walked up to him and asked him why he though talking to me was smart, he said he didn't know why it wasn't, then he asked if I had seen you guys in awhile."

"Of course he did!" Marcel sarcastically laughed, throwing his arms up and letting them fall to his sides.

"What did you tell him?" I asked Zayn, laying Kellyn on the couch while he slept.

"I told him it was none of his business." Zayn shrugged, looking at Marcel, who was leaning against the wall and biting his lip.

"Marcel?" I said, making him snap from his trance and look up.

"I just, I just can't believe it." Marcel whispered, running his hands in his hair and shaking his head.

I sighed, walking over and hugging him around the waist. "We'll be okay, baby."

Marcel hugged me around the shoulders, kissing the side of my neck, "I know we will, because I'm going to kill him."

I pulled back, "you will do nothing of that sort!"

"So you want that psycho kill us first!" Marcel yelled at me.

I groaned, "he won't kill us, we will be fine."

"And you're so sure!?" Marcel snapped. I just stared at him. I wasn't completely sure, and I was afraid, especially with a baby in the house. Zayn sighed behind me.

"He's a complete creep," Marcel said, "and he's obsessed with you,"

"We can handle it, baby," I said, running my hand along Marcel's face, "I promise."

"And you'll have Louis and I," Zayn shrugged, "we'll make sure he comes nowhere near you guys."

"He can try me all he wants," Marcel said, "he just better go nowhere near my wife or daughter,"

"I'm sure he won't come anywhere near us," I smiled. That's when the doorbell rang.

Notes

• Who do you think is at the door?