“Where are you going, dork?” The voice came, Loud and threatening from the other side of my locker. “To class, Brad.” Shouldn’t have spoken back. Before I had to time to realise what was happening, my back was against the ground and I was being kicked in the side. Suddenly I heard a voice. It was a voice I’d heard before, but not one that’s ever spoken to me. “Hey!” the voice shouted. “Leave him alone guys. Stop being assholes.” I looked up slightly. I couldn’t really see much because my glasses had been knocked somewhere away from me but I could just manage to make out a medium height, slightly muscled figure standing beside me. “Are you okay Marcel?” the person asked, handing me my glasses. “Um, yeah. Thanks.” I put my glasses back on and instantly, I recognised the face of the boy looking down at me. It was Louis Tomlinson. Captain of the school’s football (soccer) team. I stood up as quick as I could and started collecting the books that had been thrown out of my locker by the Brad and his brainless minions. “Sorry about them.” Louis spoke softly. His voice was absolutely wonderful. It made me want to sit down and listen to him talk all day long. I simply replied “its fine.” Before turning to make my way to class. “Wait!” he shouted. I turned and looked at him, hoping to avoid any actual conversation. I absentmindedly started marking the features of his face in my mind. His amazing blue eyes were gleaming with curiosity. I could have fallen for those eyes alone. His jaw was Soft and prominent. I wondered what his laugh was like. Cute I bet. “Marcel?” I heard. Snapping me out of my day dream. I shook my head and looked down, trying to hide the fact that my cheeks were now flushed a shade of bright pink. “Um, what?” I muttered out, wondering if it would be okay for me to walk to class, ignoring him. “Do you want to walk to class together?” he repeated a slight smirk forming on his face. “Oh. Yeah.” I replied. He grabbed my arm and started walking towards our math class. He didn’t stop talking during the 5 minute walk to the other side of the school campus, which really didn’t bother me. I wasn’t listening to what he said as much as I as simply enjoying the interaction. I’d had a crush on Louis for a while now. I knew I liked boys. I was fine with that. Other people in the school though? They were jerks about it. Louis had a girlfriend though. Head Cheerleader Alyssa Fuller. She’s dated every one of the football team though so I was hoping their relationship would be as short as her skirts. We walked into class and I was expecting Louis to go sit with his popular friends but instead he sat down right beside me at the back of the class. “So, Marcel.” He started. “What’s Brad’s problem with you anyway?” I shrugged, trying to avoid conversation. After about a minute of him looking at me expectantly I replied. “I don’t know. His hated me since school started.” He nodded sympathetically. “Oh. I don’t know why anyone would hate you. You seem pretty cool.” That made me laugh. “Yeah, SO cool.” I spat sarcastically. I probably sounded like I didn’t want him there. Louis leant back in his chair, slouching slightly. I found it amusing how much taller I was compared to him. He was maybe 5 foot 9 while I was easily above 6 feet. He kept asking me questions about random nonsense and I simply replied to each one with a “yes”, “no” or simply by shrugging my shoulders. Eventually he got the message that I didn’t want to talk and he started texting on his iPhone. He kept huffing and sighing and I was wondering why. I looked over at him, trying not to seem too interested. He leant his head on the table and I couldn’t help but notice his lips shaped into an UN Louis like frown. “You ok Louis?” I asked. Probably sounding overly concerned. “Yeah.” He sighed. I knew he was lying and so did he. “Come on, what’s wrong?” he shrugged. “Alyssa is being a brat. She wants to go to the school dance but I’d REALLY prefer to stay home.” I nodded, not quite understanding the problem. She was his girlfriend right? So why wouldn’t he want to take her to the dance? “Why don’t you want to go?” again, he shrugged. “Not my thing.” I decided not to press the issue. Mostly because I hated hearing him talk about his girlfriend. As soon as the bell rang I picked up my things and tried to walk out of class as quickly as possible. All too soon I heard the same voice from earlier. Brad’s voice. “Hey Nerd!” he shouted, still sounding like an idiot. I kept walking, hoping he’d go away. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” within a few seconds I felt someone standing beside me. I thought it may have been Brad but when I looked up, I saw Louis. He had a strange look in his eye that seemed almost protective. He walked beside me, not saying a word until we reached the library. “Thanks, again.” I muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed. He smiled down at me. That smile. I could have melted right there. It was perfect. I smiled back. “It’s not a problem Marce.” I laughed slightly at the nickname. Marce? Really? “Marce?” I asked. He just smiled and nodded. “Yeah, Marce.” I walked towards the tables, pulling out my English book. I started going over my homework, making sure everything was correct. I saw that Louis still hadn’t left and was just sitting, watching. “Can I help you?” I stuttered. “Nope. I’m good.” He laughed. We spent the rest of the day talking in the few classes we shared and I became increasingly comfortable with Louis. I couldn’t help but feel extremely excited when our Geography teacher called out the names for our partnered project and I was paired with Louis. Maybe the project wouldn’t be so bad after all.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Really bad start. GRRR. I’m sorry if it’s awful. I just thought maybe it should start with them meeting. I just love Marcel : 3 it’s Like Larry but with Nerdy Harry. LARRY SHIPPING ALL DAY. If you want me to continue the story comment maybe? I promise it will get better <3 like maybe possibly some Louis break up drama where Marcel comforts him? Eh? ;). By the way if you want to be Marcels sister {Cause I SUCK at thinking of names.} comment. BY THE WAY for ya’ll who don’t know, Marce is pronounced something like mars (at least that’s what It sounds like in an Australian accent)
MARCEL SAYS HE LOVES YOU :D. Xo ~BROOKE LOUISE
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