Broken Boundaries|Larcel/Styles Triplets

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Weeks had passed and I could still feel Louis lips on me. The way they softly touched my neck before sucking on it like his lips were made to be it. I couldn't help but moan at that moment. A wave of lust and bliss rushed over me, consuming me. I was very disappointed when he pulled away and in the rush to never let the spark die, I kissed him. My lips attacked his and I got scared. I liked it. Oh, I loved it, but it was dangerous. People like Louis were the ones who broke your heart and felt no remorse at all.

My body was snapped back to reality when the bell rang, causing me to jump. I thought I had gone unnoticed until Louis came marching up next to me before bumping his hip against mine. "What were you thinking about?"

I looked at him dumbfounded, biting down on my lip. I would never, ever admit what I was thinking about. I looked over Louis' face, noticing how he had yet to trim his stubble as it was starting to get long. I wondered how it would feel against my thighs. No! Marcel stop. This is out of control.

"Were you thinking of me?" He soon received his answer when I felt my cheeks burn. I started walking faster as an attempt to get away from Louis and his strong gaze. "Aw, that's so cute. Don't get too turned on in class. That's no good."

I stopped and looked at him, huffing. "I was not thinking of you. You're just full of yourself." He stopped with me and crossed his arms over his chest, popping his hip out in the process.

"You know, you could be full of me too." The heat returned to my cheeks and I choked at the sudden boldness.

"Lou!" I swung my hand at his arm, hitting it hard. "Don't say stuff like that! Not at school." My hit obviously wasn't hard enough as he smirked at me.

"So flustered, baby. It's cute." I rolled my eyes and quickly continued my journey to my last class of the day.
It bothered me how easily he could make my emotions spin out of control. One second I was normal and the next I wanted him to throw me against a wall and just take me there.

I bit down on my lip, holding my books close to my chest. I could hear him following after me. I had easily recognized his foot steps. Oddly, they were different from everyone elses.

"Aw, Marcie. Are you mad?" Louis was never a serious person. He always picked on me, yet I loved it. I love every damn second. The attention I received from such an attractive man was absolutely incredible, and I fed off of every second.

I slowly leaned my head to the side and looked at him, pouting. "You know what you do to me. Stop using it against me." Louis barked out a laugh and lifted his hand to pat my cheek, letting his fingers lightly graze over my cheek bone before dropping his hand.

"Never." He walked ahead of me and entered the class room, sitting in his asigned seat. This was my favorite class of the day. English, of course. I had spent the past week watching Louis intently read Twilight. He claimed to not like it, but I knew he did. I sat in my seat, the one next to Louis', organizing my books the way I wanted them. On the top left corner of my desk. As much as I hated Louis messing with them so he could piss me off, I liked hearing him laugh when I took my things back.

The bell rang and the teacher entered the room. She smiled at the class and pushed her glasses up her nose. "Okay, today we are going to be watching a movie." This is why she was my absolute favorite. When she was too lazy to do something, we watched a movie. Of course, we had to write a paper on it, but I didn't mind one bit.

The lights were flipped off and students moved their desks closer so they could talk. For some odd reason, the teacher didn't seem to care. I was used to sitting alone during these movies, so when Louis moved his desk next to mine I was nothing but surprised.

He smiled and only glanced at me for a short second before he was looking at the screen. No one ever paid attention to the movie, except for me that is.

"Marcel, I want to invite you over tonight. I would enjoy some of your assistance on my homework, if you don't mind. I would take you right after school."

I look over at Louis, but he is still facing the screen in the front of the room. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, causing my cheeks to feel hot. Louis wanted me to come over to his place. No one ever wanted to do something with me, let alone invite me to their house.

"Um, yeah, sure." I was of the age to make my own decisions, so my mother would not feel upset by me not coming home immediately. Actually, she'll probably feel relieved.

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Class ended quickly and I found myself making my way towards Louis' car. He had warned me before hand that his car was trashed, but I couldn't help but gasp when I opened the door and discovered the floor was covered with fast food bags.

I sighed and reluctantly got in the car, resting my feet on top of the various bags. I cringed as I heard the trash in the bags crumple under the weight of my feet.

Louis just acted as if nothing had just happened and started the car.

It didn't take long for us to get to his place and I was astonished at how nice the house actually looked. It was clean on the outside and I was speechless.

Louis led me to the front door, quickly unlocking it and leading me into the house. I was sad to discover that the inside of his house was completely trashed. His house could be used as a metaphor for the people we go to school with.

"Sorry for the mess. I really don't have much time to clean." He seemed nervous and his normal careless self seemed to fade. I found myself liking this side of Louis just a bit more. As fun as the cocky, fuck boy Louis was, I wanted to know him on a more personal level. I wanted to see who he was other than the boy who liked to mess with me.

He led me to the main room, showing me where to set my things. I placed them on the couch and turned to look at Louis. He seemed a little off as he looked at me. It was like he was thinking of something. He took a step closer to me and stayed still. The air was thick with tension and Louis took another step closer to me. I was starting the feeling that Louis didn't want me to come here to help him study.

Finally, he just went for it and grabbed onto my shoulders before pressing his lips firmly against mine. I gasped and tensed, but I found myself liking the feeling of his soft lips. Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself kissing him back.