Broken Boundaries|Larcel/Styles Triplets

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A week later

I walked into the library, looking at various books that lined the shelf. I had many projects and homework to be done, so here I was. Surprisingly, I didn't really care for doing my research at the library. I'd much rather use the Internet, but this is what the teacher wanted.

My search for an old novel that my teacher had requested was a simple search. The book was fairly popular. I just didn't know my way around the unfamiliar library. I used to live in the area, but they sure did change everything.

I let out a quiet shout of success when I find the book, tucking it under my arm for safe keeping. I remember back in tenth grade when our teacher made us read the book. Everyone dreaded it. Except for me, of course. Nothing made me happier than having to read a good novel.

The bell at the library door rang and it caught my attention. My eyes made their way towards the door and that's when they met Louis. He slim body stood by the door, hands in the pockets of his jacket. The stubble that ran along his jaw almost made it impossible to breathe. I would be lying if I said stubble wasn't a turn on. He lips were pressed into a thin line as his eyes scanned the area. He was probably here for the project too. Or maybe he was just looking for some trouble. Seems like something he'd come here for.

Finally, he looked at me and I looked away as quickly as possible. I could feel my cheeks heating up from getting caught. Nothing made me look more vulnerable then when I'm blushing. Now, here I was looking down and blushing. I lifted my head and fixed my glasses, avoiding Louis' strong gaze.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it. I was absolutely attracted to the man. He's in every single one of my classes and he sits by me. It was frustrating. Especially because he used me to get answers and I spoon fed them to him like a baby.

The thing that caught me off gaurd the most is the fact that I would catch him staring at me. I acted like I hadn't noticed, so he never knew that I did.

I had to stop thinking about Louis. It was dangerous. The way my heart spead up at the thought of him. I was asking for heart break.

My attention was back on the book shelf. I needed to find some more books. How could I not find any books on Edgar Allen Poe? Damn Louis for making his way into my mind and throwing me off track.

I huffed and ran my fingers down the spine of one of the older books. "Marcel."

I jumped and turned, my chest colliding with Louis'. My breathing stopped and my eyes refused to look up. What the hell did he think he was doing?  My hands felt sweaty as I squeezed them shut.

Suddenly, fingers were gripping my chin and lifting my head up. My eyes met Louis' blue ones and I forgot how to breathe once again. My heart punded hard against my ribs and my body felt warm. "Louis." My response was weak and quiet. He enjoyed it. How weak my voice was around him. I could tell by the smirk that spread across his face.

"I couldn't help but ask for your help. I need to find a novel for English." His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips as he stared down at me. His gaze was so intimidating and...hot.

"Hmm." He tapped his finger lightly against his thigh as he looked at me. "Something romantic, dangerous, and sexy."

I raised an eyebrow at his weird, yet interesting choice. "Um, okay."

Louis' point of view

I watched as Marcel turned away from me and made his way down the small aisle way. Since we lived in a small town, the library was really small. There weren't many books and I could not care any less about any of them. I had better things to do than to read stupid novels with perfect endings. The whole happy ending shit was absolute bull.

My attention was instantly back on Marcel as he was attempting to reach a book off of a high shelf. His shirt riding up and showing off the smooth skin that once hid underneath it. I nearly growled at the sight of the smooth, pale skin. I had to keep myself from reaching out and touching it.

"Having fun?" He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at me. I could easily tell that his frown was fake. Especially when he was on the verge of laughing.

"Oh, yeah, baby. I'm having a lot of fun." I leaned against the book shelf.

Marcel continued to frown, watching me. "Alright, fine. I'll get it." My moment of rest was ruined and I pushed myself away from the chipped wood that somehow managed to hold a shit ton of books. "Which one?" He lifted his arm, showing off his skin, to point at the book. I nodded and retrieved it, looking at it.

"Twilight, really?" I laughed and he blushed.

"Sparkling vampires are hot." He looked almost embarrassed as he said that, hiding his hands behind his back.

"You know what else is hot?" I asked, my voice dropping down a level. Marcel may seem innocent, but I was sure that he was a dirty boy underneath his perfect exterior.

He shook his head and leaned back on his heels. I took a step towards him, taking my time to approach him. I liked to watch how nervous he got as I became intimidating. I stopped when I stood infront of him, my hands reaching out and landing on his hips. I leaned forward, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear before whispering, "you."

He gasped quietly and looked up at me. My grip on his hips tightened when I felt him buck them forward slightly. "Y-You can say things like that, Louis."

I raised and eyebrow at the curly boy. "You liked it." He shook his head and placed his hands. He shoved lightly as he attempted to push me away, but I knew he really didn't want me to.

I knew he wasn't going to admit such a thing. He didn't have to admit it. His body told me every thing there was to know about how he felt. He wanted me and I wanted him. Simple as that.

I moved one of my hands from his hip to trail up his back. When I reached the back of his neck, I gripped onto the hair that grew there. Almost instantly, I earned a quiet moan from the shorter boy. Pain kink, I like. I used my grip on his hair to lean his head back, exposing his neck to me.

I couldn't help but remember the book Marcel handed to me. I leaned forward and placed my lips against his adams apple. His body shook when I sucked lightly, his hands reaching up to my shirt and gripping it.

I removed my lips and looked at his face. I admired the way his eyes opened from being closed, his lips parted. He looked almost mad that I had stopped and grabbed onto my face. He leaned up on the tip of his toes and pressed his lips against my own, hard. The kiss was pure lust.

But it ended as soon as it had started. He disconnected our lips and walked away. Confidence and pride shown through the smile he wore on his face.