Harry and Edward entered the house after staying after school for detention because they had gotten in a fight earlier that day. They heard soft sobs coming from in the living room knowing it could only be coming from their brother Marcel, they quickly rushed into the room to find out what was wrong. In the living room they found Marcel sitting on the floor crying, his glasses next to him.
"Marcel, what's wrong?" Harry asked. Marcel looked up at his two brothers, wiped his eyes and put his glasses back on.
"It's nothing." He said sniffling.
"Marcel if you're in here crying there is obviously something wrong." Harry remarked. Marcel looked down at the ground and didn't say a word.
"Listen Marcel, if you're getting picked on again just tell us, we'll take care of it." Edward said a grin forming and sharing a secret glance with Harry. Marcel didn't want to tell his brothers what was going on because if he did he knew that they would hurt the boys who picked on him. Harry was loud and scary when he was angry and Edward had no problem beating someone up.
"Who is it, Marcel?" Harry asked him.
"The captain of the football team, Louis" Marcel said not looking at his brothers.
"Don't worry bro, we'll take care of it tomorrow at school" Edward said.
-Next day-
Marcel was uncharacteristically late for his class. As he bustled down the hall he could hear the booming voice of his brother Harry.
"Tomlinson, I swear if you EVER hurt my brother again, you'll get it worse than this." Marcel snuck a peak around the corner and saw that Edward had Louis pushed up against a locker, Louis lip busted a bleeding. Edward set him back on the ground.
"Run along now." Edward said. Louis hurried away from the two boys and towards the corner where Marcel was hiding. As he turned the corner he bumped into Marcel making Marcel drop his books and his glasses fell off. "Great" He thought "Now I'll be even later to class." He bent down to pick up his books and Louis also bent down to help. After Marcel had collected his books, Louis reched out and handed him his glasses.
"Sorry Marcel" He said before scurrying away. "He knows my name" Marcel thought as he headed to his class. During his classes Marcel was distracted by the thought of Louis Tomlinson.
At lunch he couldn't help but stare at the him from across the room. "He looks really fit in his football jersey." Marcel mentally slapped himself for thinking that the boy who constantly made fun of him was fit, but he couldn't help but think about him. "You are not gay" He told himself "and even if you were, Louis wouldn't feel the same way".
All day the voice in his head would remind him of Louis. He was glad when they day ended and he could get home and hopefully away from the thought of Louis. He stayed late after his last class to get some extra credit work for his teacher, even though he didn't need it, he loved school and took any extra work his teachers would give him. The halls were empty as he walked to his locker to put away the books he didn't need. As he put the last book in his bag his locker was slammed shut. He looked over to see who it was.
"Louis?" He said "What do you want now?"
"You" Louis said pushing him up against the locker kissing him. Marcel kissed him back, confused and wondering just why this was happening to him.
