Live As We Know It

{Olivia's POV}

Perrie dropped Zayn off about five minutes after Louis hung up from Marcel. Zayn said that the tow guy said the car wasn't very bad, but he'd taken it in to see what he could do with it.

"What did Marcel say?" Zayn asked, taking a seat by the kitchen counter.

Louis chuckled, "he's fuming,"

"I feel so bad," I sighed, shaking my head, "Marcel doesn't need this kind of stress,"

"It's not your fault, Livi," Zayn said, giving me a sympathetic smile, "Luke's a huge creep,"

"He could have killed you and Kellyn," Louis said, "He's not your average guy,"

Before I could thank them, the sound of tires screeching into the driveway and a car door open then slam shut came from outside. We all shared a confused glance as heavy footsteps came up on the porch and the door shot open. It was Marcel. He pushed the glass door behind our heavy one open and stepped in, looking at us.

"I'll kill him!" He screamed, then looked at Kellyn and I, rushing over to the couch and holding us tight, "my poor babies.."

"We're fine, sweetheart," I whispered, kissing his cheek.

Marcel looked up, "Yeah, well soon, Luke won't be, he'll be six feet under, because I am going to kill him."

"You're talkin' crazy, Marcie." Louis said with a small, unsure laugh.

"I'm not the crazy one, Louis!" Marcel exclaimed, standing up, "anyone to smash into the car of a helpless woman who has an infant in the backseat needs put on medication!"

"He's probably on some kind of drugs," Zayn snorted, taking a drink of the water bottle he had grabbed.

"No, he's just insane!" Marcel said, nodding a bit and turning to me, "are you sure you two are alright?"

"Just a bit shaken, that's all," I said, looking down at Kellyn. Marcel stepped over, looking down at Kellyn and scooping her out of my arms.

"My poor little girl," Marcel whispered, clutching the baby close to him, then reaching down and pulling me from the couch and into his side, "I'll make sure he comes nowhere near you guys,"

"Thank you, baby," I whispered, kissing his cheek.

Marcel smiled, "now, if you'll excuse me," he handed me back the baby, "I'm gonna go sign up for a gym,"

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