Broken Boundaries|Larcel/Styles Triplets

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Mary's pov

"Liam." I sing out as I enter the room, looking for him. "Do you like my new outfit?" I bite my lip and stare at the man reading the paper. I'm dressed in lace lingerie. Liams been bothering me about it for a while.

He turns and looks at me, his eyes widening. "Fuck." He breathes, setting the paper down. "You like?" I smile and do a quick turn, showing him my back side. He eagerly nods, patting his lap. "Come here." I nod and walk over to him, straddling his lap. I place kisses to his neck, my fingers tangling into his hair.

He places his hands on my hips, holding me close to him. "You're so pretty." He mumbles, squeezing my butt. I jump slightly and move from his neck to his lips. "Thank you." I smile and place my lips on his.

"Lets take this upstairs, yeah?" I nod and stand from his lap, turning to leave the room. Before I can go anywhere, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. "Do you think you're in control?" I wince and look at him. "No, I-" He shoves me forward, making me nearly trip. "Upstairs. Now."

"Yes, sir." I nod and walk to the stairs, hurrying up them.  The last time I didn't listen to him, I got a week in the basement. It was one of the worst weeks of my life. All Liam cares about is sex. He doesn't really care about me. He's a disgusting freak and one day I'm going to escape. He's going regret doing this to me.

He's going to pay.

Shelby's pov

Today is the day Harry's leaving. He's going to go on tour and be gone for a few months. We've planned for him to come back right before the baby's born, so he can be there.

I stand by the car, waiting for him to exit the house. I just wanted to cry. I've never been without Harry. He's taken me over; I'm all his. Everything I do is Harry. I watch as he exits the house, suitcase in hand.

He smiles when he sees me and I have to force a smile in return. Being pregnant surely didn't help. He places his bag in the trunk before walking to the door, opening it. "You gonna get in?" He teases, winking at me.

I take a deep breath and nod, getting in. I sit in the seat next to Harry's. He joins me and starts the car. I look over at him, focusing on his face. He's so perfect. "Can I hold your hand?" I mumble, holding my hand out to him. He grabs it, causing a big smile to appear on my face. I felt the familiar tingle run up my arm. He did magical things to me. It's something that could never be explained, something nearly dangerous. He came into my life and captivated me. I never thought I would love someone as much as I loved this man.

He glances over at me, noticing that I'm staring at him. I quickly look away. I look down at my lap, at our hands that sat on my left leg. His hand is warm in mine, warming my heart as well.

I couldn't believe that he's leaving me. For now, I have to make every second count. "I'm going to miss you." I mumble, embarrassed. My voice is shaky and sad. I didn't want to seem so lame.

"I'm going to miss you too, baby." He ran his thumb over the back of my hand, soothingly. 

I wanted to cry. At least, he's returning in a few weeks. Of course, he'll leave almost right after. I sigh and pull my hand from his. I quickly grab it before he moves it, placing it on my swollen stomach. 

The baby is currently awake and kicking up a storm. She should get to say goodbye, too. His dimples make an appearance in his cheeks, making my affection for him grow.

After half an hour of driving, we finally arrive. The moment I've been dreading has finally come. He parks the car and removes his hand from mine. I frown and rub my hand, missing the feeling of his. He opens the door and steps out. I didn't want to get out. That meant saying good bye and I wasn't ready for that.

I slowly open the door, my hands sweating. I get out, grunting on the way. It's getting harder to do things now that I was nearly done with my pregnancy.

I walk over to Harry and grab one of his bags. I stay silent, not knowing what to say. Harry's going to be gone for ao long and I don't think I can handle it.

I knew the time sway from his was going to be absolute hell. Without him, I was no one. Every second without him was going to kill me a little more each day, but before I knew it, I was going to be caring for a little piece of him. Our baby. Well, I sure hope that it's his.

Guilt made my stomach turn, almost causing me to feel like I was going to pass out. There was no way that I was ever going to tell him about Louis possibly being the father because I was fairly sure he wasn't.

The walk to the entry doors wasn't long, taking a silent walk of five minutes. We haven't said a word to each other because, well, there wasn't anything to say. This departure was hurting the both of us, but I knew he would get through it.

Now, we stood inside, facing each other. The look in his eyes told me he was upset, torn. "I'll see you soon," I mumble, lip trembling.

If I wasn't pregnant, I would jump into his arms and hug him until he couldn't breathe. Slowly, he leans down and wraps his arms around me, hugging me. "I'll miss you so much."

He pulls away and gets down on his knees. Various people look at him, raising their eyebrows, but I know exactly what he's doing.

"I'll miss you too." His smile was wide after he places a quick kiss to my wide stomach. He runs his hand over it, feeling at the restless baby moves around.

Our moment was ruined when the lady calls for Harry's ride. Quickly, he places a quick kiss to my lips. The last kiss was going to endure from him for a while. "Bye, babes."

With that, he walks away and dissappears leaving me alone.

MARCEL'S POV

"Louis, you need to stop." I turn to look at the man who's throwing things into a trash bag. Whenever he got nervous, he tends to clean. The house wasn't even dirty. He was throwing away random empty things he found.

I stand from my seat on the couch, making my way over to the older man. "Babe." I place my hand on his chest, placing a kiss to his shoulder.

I hate seeing him like this. So stressed out that he can't function properly. "You're going to do great because you're you." My arms wrap around his curvy waist, pulling him closer to me. Once he was close enough, I lay my head on his shoulder. My face facing his neck.

Slowly, I place a kiss to his neck, letting my lips linger there. He lets out a quiet sigh, shoulders sagging in relief.

"What if I let everyone down? This is a championship we're talking about." His arms made their way around my shoulders, hugging me close to my boyfriend.

"The important thing is that you try. They won't hate you if you lose. Sure, they'll be sad, but they'll be happy you got them this far. Nobody's perfect." My hands ran up and down his back, soothingly.

We had gotten so far, achieved so much in this relationship. It surprised me, honestly. He stood with me through all the troubles. Yeah, we had a fall out, but we found one another again.

I was going to support him with all my might and show him that I'm never leaving him. I love this boy more than I ever thought I could. He helped all my doubts fade away. For that, I wad thankful.

I move back from his warm embrace, smiling at him. "I'll be there to cheer you on every second. I dance and scream. Just for you." I giggle at the thought, imagining myself doing so. It seemed so unrealistic of me, but I did some crazy things when it came to Louis.

My hands reach up and grab his face, pulling it closer to mine. "Now, say you love me. I need some motivation."

His hands rest on my hips, warming my bare skin. "I, Louis, love you, Marcel." He grins and presses his lips against mine, capturing my breath and causing my heart to beat irregularly.

Yeah, I was definitely in love.

So was he.

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A/N:
Wow, it's been a long time. I decided to write another chapter. Sometimes doing old things bring back good, old memories.