You Don't Own Me (Larry/Larcel)

10 Way of saying sorry

WARNINGS: talk lead up to sexual actions

The next day, Marcel didn't want to face Louis, and luckily he avoided him pretty well, staying close to Liam most of the day, until school was over.

Marcel padded down the path back to his house when Louis' car was following him. He rolled his eyes and kept walking, noticing that Louis was speeding up behind him.

Marcel stopped and turned towards the vehicle, as the window rolled down.

"What do you want?" Marcel snapped and then bit his lip. "S-sorry. Why are you following me?" He asked quietly, clutching his books with his dainty hands.

Louis sighed. "Let me at least give you a ride home, as an apology for yesterday. I really am sorry, I don't know what came over me." Louis said, putting the car in park for a moment.

"No." Marcel said bluntly and turned back around, only to hear Louis say a quiet 'Marcel, Please' and then he gave in. As always.

Marcel got into the passenger side and sighed. "Thanks." He muttered, even though he shouldn't even be thanking the elder.

Louis grinned and put the car in drive. "Buckle up, princess." He demanded in a soft tone, and Marcel blushed, buckling his seat belt.

Louis drove off, down the street, coming to a stop sign, but instead of turning left to Marcel's street, he turned right.

Marcel let out a small laugh. "You took a wrong turn, my street is the other way." He said, and then got worried when Louis didn't answer.

"Louis, I said this isn't the right way." Marcel repeated.

Louis smirked to himself and quickly glanced over at Marcel. "I know. This is a shortcut," he fibbed, driving until the car approached the large oak tree that Louis always drove past.

"Don't worry about a thing, babe".
Louis thought Marcel was absolutely adorable, the way he was always nervous. Louis pulled in next to the tree, parking the car and turning off the ignition.

Marcel swallowed nervously. He shook a bit.

"W-why...why did we uh..stop?" He asked, afraid of the answer. How could he let himself get into a predicament like this, again?

"I-I have to go h-home, my mum will be waiting." he stuttered, knowing Louis wouldn't oblige to his words. He took out his inhaler quickly and took a few puffs, getting more nervous.

Louis smiled and turned his head towards Marcel, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning his entire body to face him.

"Don't be scared," he consoled, reaching an arm out to rest his hand on Marcel's knee. "M'not gonna bite".

Marcel jumped at the touch.
"Why are we here, Louis?" He asked nervously. "I-"

Then his eyes widened.
"P-please don't hurt me" was all Marcel could think of saying, and he said it in a pathetic tone of voice.

He looked at Louis innocently through his thick framed glasses. He kept his seatbelt on, and didnt move.

Louis furrowed his eyes. "Babe, I'm not going to hurt you," he assured. "Didn't I make you feel good a few days ago? Don't you want me to do that again?"

He asked, his lip curling into a smirk as his hand traveled upwards on Marcel's leg.

Marcel knew what his answer to that was.
His mind was screaming
'YES YES GOD YES!'
but he said something different, if it even counted as words. "I- uh I-" he bit his lip roughly.