Who Knew [Larcel/Loucel/Larry Stylinson] [ Marcel ] [ Louis Tomlinson ]

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-Louis-



"Hey mate! Got anyone to bring to Shane Levy's party yet?" Zayn called to me as I sat down at our regular table in the lunch hall.

"Eh, no. It slipped my mind." And it really did.

You see, Shane was having his annual party he's had since year nine, this will be the last year seeing as we're seniors, and everyone is invited. But, you have to have a date to get in.



Shane Levy was popular like us, but we were the nice type of jocks. We got on with anyone really. The 'nice populars' as we're referred to are Shane Levy, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and myself, Louis Tomlinson. Not that I'm big headed, but everyone knows who we are.



Everyone also knows that I'm gay, but that apparently doesn't stop desperate girls throwing themselves at me and begging me to go with them to Shane's party.



I finished my lunch early so I decided I misewell walk around the school. As I was exiting the lunch hall, the doors shut beside me and I heard my name being called.



"Louiiiissssssssss!" I heard someone shriek.

I spun around on my heel to see some girl running at me. I put my arms up so she doesn't knock me over by running into me. Realising she stopped right in front of me, I got a look at her. Oh, Caitlin Robinson. Her red hair tight up in a pony tail, and her braces making her spit on me as she exaggerated her words. I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes as she asked me her question.



"Have you got a date to Shane's party yet?! If not you should go with me!" She basically screamed in my face.

"Ehm, Caitlin? Have you forgotten that I'm gay? As in I like boys. Anyway, I don't have a date, but I can't go with you, sorry."



"So? You could just go with me anyway! Pleaseee. Maybe I could turn you straight, sound good?" She winked at me.



I choked on my own spit and stared at her incredulously. She's got to be kidding.

"Yeah thanks Caitlin, but I'll pass. Zayn is still looking for someone to go with him?" I giggled to myself, he's going to hate me. He dated Caitlin in year ten, she was really obsessed with him, almost more than he's obsessed with himself.



"Really? Thanks! I'll go find him!" She screamed and ran off.

I shrugged to myself and smirked, I wish I could watch that, but sadly I have to return a physics book I borrowed from the library since I'm practically failing. It's my worst class.



I got to my locker and started unlocking it. "29,11,2" I whispered to myself as I was turning the dial. I pulled on the lock and it opened.

I started shuffling through my stuff, maybe I should clean my locker out, it's a huge mess. I sighed and noticed things were falling, and then everything collapsed onto the floor.



"Shit!" I yelled to myself. I groaned until I realised the physics book on the top of the pile. I picked it up and set it aside, while I picked up all my stuff that fell, and shoved it carelessly into my locker.

Even more of a mess now. I shrugged, good enough for now, I thought.



I skipped down the hallway towards the library, and then stopped as I noticed lunch was over in five minutes.

Oops.

I pulled on the doors of the library and stepped in. It smells like old books, which makes sense. We haven't gotten new books in a long time, nor has the library really been cleaned. Ever.



I really don't like being in here, it feels so lonely, as no one seems to use the library anymore, and just use Google.

I slowly walked to the front desk, but got side tracked by all the shelves they have here.

Just as I remembered I had to had in my book, I realised I got lost in the damn maze of a library.

I looked through the shelves and noticed someone sitting against a wall and writing in his notebook.



I've never really took much notice to him before, I noticed he always wears grandpa clothes and always has a lot of gel in his hair to hold it back. I wonder what it would look like natural?

I racked my brain for his name so maybe I could start a conversation, but all I know is that it's Mar-something.

Martel? Marwal? Marshall? I sighed, and noticed his glasses slipping down his nose.
I guess he did too, because he pushed them back up his nose, but they fell off his face instead, and he mumbled something to himself.



I giggled, but then slapped my hands over my mouth, because he looked up.

I crouched down behind the bookshelf, silently hoping her wouldn't find me, but a part of me wanted him to, so maybe we could talk.



I heard footsteps nearing, knowing right away it was him, because no one else was in the library.





-Marcel-



My glasses slipped off my face, I hate when that happens. I groaned, "bloody hell" I mumbled to myself, but then heard giggling.

So there was a girl in here? I don't remember hearing anyone come near.



I slowly stood up, and walked towards where the noise came from, while straightening out my vest.

I heard shuffling and peeked my head around the corner of a shelf to see nothing.

I sighed and looked up one more shelf, to be met by a face right in front of me.

I screamed a bit and then covered my mouth, realising who it was.



My breath hitched in my throat. The beautiful Louis Tomlinson was standing right in front me, looking at me in amusement. I braced myself for him to yell at me for getting in his personal space or something, but nothing came.



I peeked through my fingers that covered my face, and noticed him reaching a hand out to me.

"Hi! I'm Louis! Louis Tomlinson." He giggled.



So it wasn't a girl, it was Louis. A blush crept up onto my cheeks as I shook his out stretched hand.

"Er, I-I'm Marcel. M-Marcel Styles." I said smoothly. Note the sarcasm.



He looked at me and broke out in a smile. "Hi Marcel! I know you. You're in my Honors Biology, right?"



I choked, he noticed me. My breathing started to quicken so I had to take my inhaler out of my vest pocket and inhaled from it, while facing away from him.



I slipped it back in my vest pocket it and turned back around to meet his curious face.

"Sorry, uhm.."



"It's no problem! My sister Lottie gets that kinda stuff. Only when she gets nervous though.." He pondered the thought but shrugged it off and looked up to me.



"Hey you're pretty tall compared to me!" He gasped and crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

I nearly died and melted into a puddle of feelings right there on the library floor. He's so unbelievably adorable.



I blushed a little and scratched my neck.

"Yeah I guess?" I said, my voice sounded scratchy. I winced at myself, but gave him a big smile at his childish expression.



He looked at me and smiled, and lifted his hand up and poked my cheek.

"I wish I had dimples!" He laughed.



I was going to respond, but the bell rang. He cursed under his breath, and I cocked my head to the left a bit in confusion.

"Hey Marcel! Take my phone and put your number in it and I'll text you later. You seem like a fun guy. I'll be right back!" He said as he chucked his phone at me.

I caught and saw that it was already unlocked.



I choked and started hyperventilating, quite loudly. I really hope he couldn't hear me. He wants to keep talking to me. Me. ME.

I had to take 4 puffs from my inhaler. I was wheezing a bit still.

I typed my number into his phone and texted myself so I could have his number too.



My phone vibrated in my back pocket but I ignored it, knowing it was just from Louis' phone.



He rushed back and I handed him his phone.

"I'll text you later Marcel! I gotta get to class. Hope to see ya round." He said and ran off.



Well, today was certainly something.



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Cutting it short cuz I'm going out for breakfast, I'll see you at the next update coming tomorrow.





-Dee