Finally Falling

Chapter 47

Marcel's POV
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"Louis! Louis! I rush past the crowd of people huddled around his home. I should have been with him..I shouldn't have left him with Fletcher. The firemen hosed down the house and I continued to push past unfamiliar faces until I see him. He's sitting there on the hospital stretcher, while a paramedic is checking him out.
"Louis!" He looks up and smiles. I finally reach him but the paramedic stops me.
"And who are you?" She asks, her voice high pitched. I felt like yelling and telling her that it was none of her damn business but Louis speaks up before I do.
"That's my boyfriend." I freeze for a moment amazed. Louis has never introduced me like that or openly said that I was his boyfriend to anyone that wasn't in our clique, if you can call it that, and the fact that he did made a smile appear. The paramedic nods, and puts every material back into her first aid kit. Once she's gone, Louis hops off the stretcher and looks up at me. He has a dark blue blanket around him, a small cut on his lip, and his hair is ruffled as if someone pulled or yanked on it. Also there are dark pieces of ash on his cheeks.
"Louis.." I trail off, placing my hand softly on his cheek. The commotion around us is dulled down to a low buzz as we stand face to face.
"I'm okay..I'll be fine." He replies, smiling but I could tell it's fake.
"Baby, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have let you go with him. I should have stayed with you. If I did..none of this..you wouldn't be.." I let out a deep sigh, shaking at the thought of loosing someone so precious, so important in my life.
"Marcel, you saved me in there. If you wouldn't have gone in there I wouldn't be here, I would have burned along with that house." He wraps his arms around me. I can't help but hug him back, happy that I can hold him in my arms. All of a sudden I hear a girl screaming and I immediately know who it is.
"Louis! Oh my god I thought you died!" Sam shouts as she pushes through our moment and rushes to Louis. He chuckles and hugs her as I stand and watch.
"What happened in there?" She asks. We all look at the house and Louis sighs.
"Well..."

Louis' POV
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The bell finally rings and I'm happy to leave the boring class that I was stuck in. Marcel looks at me and smiles as we walk out, making our way out the entrance doors. We automatically see Sam, Niall, Liam, and Zayn so we walk up to them.
"So what's the plan today guys?" Niall asks as he places his arm around Sam.
"Well maybe we can go to Diana's for some food?" Liam suggests. My stomach growls so I agree.
"Louis! Louis wait!" I turn and see Fletcher running towards us and I roll my eyes.
"What is it?"
"Mr. Jefferson said that he needed to talk to you real quick."
Fuck. It must be about the F I have in his class. It's not my fault though. Math is hard and Mr. Jefferson never wants to answer my questions.
"Can it wait?" I look back at my group of friends and back at Fletcher."
"Well no, he just wants to speak with you. Where you guys headed?"
"We're going to-" Marcel begins but I cut him off.
"None of your business."
"Louis, if Fletcher wants to join then why can't he come?" Zayn asks with a shrug. Maybe because he's a fucking prick and I don't like him. I sigh and look at Marcel who shrugs too, signaling that it wasn't a problem.
"Fine we're going to Diana's. It's a small diner close to here." Fletcher smiles.
"Ok cool." He flips the hair out of his face and I want to tear out every strand. I walk over to Marcel and grab his hand.
"I'll meet you there ok?" He smiles, nodding his head, squeezing a bit before letting go. I wave goodbye to the rest of them and I make my way back into the school with Fletcher by my side.
"So do you and Marcel have a thing?"
"Why do you ask?" I respond.
"You guys just seem so close. Like closer than friends. You guys would be really cute together." He smiles. I let out a half smile as we make our way to Mr. Jeffersons classroom. I knock on the door and open it, seeing the teacher at his desk, probably grading papers.
"Mr. Tomlinson, come in." I walk in and so does Fletcher.
"Is this a friend of yours?" Fletcher and I look at each other.
"No. You said you needed to talk to me?" I hate this guy. His bushy white eyebrows remind me of cotton balls and his wrinkly face makes him look like a raisin. He always wears the same outfits and you can smell his disgusting old spice cologne from across the hall. He places his pen down and folds his hands, looking up at me with a frown.
"Louis, you're failing my class. Why is that?" I roll my eyes.
"Because whenever I try to ask you a question you disregard it."
"No. It's because you refuse to study or do your homework. Maybe if you would try harder like the rest of my students you wouldn't have such a terrible grade." I cross my arms and glare at him.
"May I suggest a solution?" Mr. Jefferson and I look at Fletcher.
"I think Louis just needs someone to help tutor him and I'd be happy to help."
"Who are you again?"
"My name is Fletcher Staton. I used to be in your class before I switched out for a higher level."
"Oh yea I remember you! You had the highest grade in my class. I think your idea will work perfectly." I look at the both of them in shock.
"Um don't I have a say in this?"
"No. It's settled then. Louis you're lucky you know such a smart boy. Goodbye." I sigh and walk out of the classroom.
"Why did you do that?" I push Fletcher into the lockers, glaring at him.
"Hey I'm trying to help you graduate Louis. I mean no harm. You don't want Marcel to go to college and leave you behind do you?" My grip loosens and I let him go.
"I guess not." He fixes his shirt and we begin to walk together.
"Why do you hate me so much? Marcel has forgiven me why can't you?" I don't know how to respond so I just continue walking. Once we get to the parking lot, I make my way to my car.
"Wow this is yours?" Fletcher asks in shock.
"Obviously." I chuckle. We get inside and I make sure to tell him to buckle up.
"Louis do you mind if we stop by my house really quick? I have to check on my grandmother." Well a quick stop won't make us too late. I'll see Marcel in no time.
"Alright sure. Just tell me where to go." After a series of lefts and rights, and even a U turn since I wasn't listening, we finally made it to Fletcher's place. It was a small home much different than mine. The lawn was kind of patchy but the vibe was nice. I parked the car in the driveway and Fletcher stepped out, turning back to look at me.
"You can come in if you want." He smiles. I agree and step out of the car, following him to the front door. As we stand in front of his door, I see a smirk appear on his face and then he starts to laugh. I arch a brow as we walk inside the dimly lit house, despite it being the middle of the day.
"So where's you grammy?"
I hear the door lock and I turn around.
"She's not here."
"What?" I look at him confused.
"Hello Louis." A voice says. I immediately freeze, my stomach churns and I'm contemplating if this is even real.
"Aw cmon baby I missed you." I feel hands on my shoulders, and I quickly move away, turning to face the one person I've never wanted to see again.
"What are you d-doing here?"
"I wanted to see you. Didn't you miss me?" Michael pouts.
"No. Fuck no." I shake my head stepping back as he steps forward.
"Well after your little friend visited," he touches his cut lip, "I've wanted you..I couldn't stop thinking about you."  I try to take another step back but Fletcher pushes me forward and I fall into Michael's arms. I feel tears starting to form but I refused to let them fall. They didn't deserve to see me cry...not again.
"Thank you for delivering him to me Fletch." Michael pulls a wad of money out of his pocket and tosses it to Fletcher.
"No problem Uncle Mike." My eyes widened. Of course they're related. It makes sense. They're both huge assholes and won't leave me alone.
"Look at me Louis." I keep my eyes fixed to the ground, refusing to look at him.
"I said look!" He grabs my face and I'm forced to stare into his eyes.
"Louis...I've missed you. I have a surprise for you baby." All of a sudden I'm thrown over his large broad shoulders.
"Let me go!! Please! Stop it!" I scream, pounding my fists on his back. Michael walks away to the stairs, unfazed.
"Bye Louis. Oh and don't worry about Marcel, I'll take good good care of him." Fletcher says in a sing song voice. A tear slips down my face as I'm carried up the stairs.
"Daddy's going to take care of you sweety." Michael opens a door and places me down on a bed. I look around and see candles lit everywhere, it would've been romantic if Michael wasn't here. Then I hear the door shut and I realize that I'm left alone with the monster from my nightmares.
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