Undercover Geek

Part 2

I felt like this needed a second part and I felt inspirational... 

This part takes place a month after they got together.. so Enjoy!

Louis had never thought that his life would be like this. He was popular, he could have anyone in the school if he wanted; but instead he had Marcel Styles as a boyfriend. 

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Marcel was at boxing practice, sparing, when Louis came bouncing in. Marcel hadn't realized he was even in the room until he heard him.

"Come on babe! I know you're better than that!" Louis screamed at Marcel, smiling widely at him. The smile soon disappeared when he saw the bruises that took a place on Marcel's ribs. They were new, Louis could tell by how dark they were. He had thought Marcel had taken care of his bullies.

Louis was shaken out of his thoughts when Marcel put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. 

"You there, babe?" Marcel asked Louis, eyes shifting back and forth between both of his eyes, a small smile on his lips. Louis nodded, forcing a smile.

"Yeah, was just thinking about something," Louis shook his head, trying to collect his thoughts. Louis looked up at Marcel then down to the bruises on his stomach. Louis gently lifted a hand and traced the punctures. "I thought you had taken care of this?" Louis said, his voice small, close to a whisper. Louis looked back up at Marcel, hurt in his eyes. 

Marcel avoided his eyes as he answered him. "I'll take care of it, you of all people know that it's hard to stand up to anyone."

"I know, Marcel, but if you don't take care of it soon, I'll be forced to do something and it won't be pretty," Louis said, voice full of venom. Marcel placed his hand lightly on Louis' face, lifting it so Louis was looking him in the eyes. 

Marcel smiled widely at him, eyes full of admiration. "God, do I love you," Marcel said, placing his opposite hand on the other side of Louis' face. Louis' face broke out in a grin. Marcel brought their lips together in a kiss; them both smiling into it. 

When they pulled away, they rested their foreheads together. "I love you too, Marcel," Louis whispered, out of breathe. 

Marcel moved away, back into the ring. "I only have about five minutes left before I'm done, do you think you can wait that long?" Marcel asked, putting his gloves back on. Louis smiled and nodded towards his boyfriend, him smiling back before going back to practice.

It was at these types of moments when Louis would stand at the edge of the ring and watch Marcel practice. He would stand there and appreciate his boyfriend's body. The muscles that would flex as he threw a punch at his opponent, his dark curly hair pulled back behind a bandanna, efficiently ridding his eye sight of any hair. 

Louis would always ask himself how he was lucky enough to find someone like Marcel. He was always so sweet to Louis, even when Louis was an asshole to him. 

Louis hadn't even realized he had spaced out once again until Marcel tapped on his shoulder, pulling him out of his daze. Louis turned around to see Marcel back in his normal clothes, much to Louis' dismay. 

"Let's go, Lou," Marcel says, grabbing Louis' hand.

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