Love Uncovered (Larcel/Loucel AU)

Chapter 2

A/N: Ok well I hope you guys like this chapter! It's longer than the last one (thank god). I would like to say another thank you to my lovely Jenny (tinymighty_6) for basically being my co-author. And for making the sexy cover. Shoot her a message or something. lol We flipped shit when we hit 20 reads. ilysm

Marcel’s POV

    I hurried through the doors of my flat that I shared with my brother and sprinted up to my room. He couldn’t see me like this. “Marcel?!” He called. “Yeah Harry?” I choked out from the confines of my bathroom. I quickly washed the dry blood off my face and covered up the bruises on my stomach as best I could. I heard Harry enter my room and I jumped. “You alright?” He asked with genuine concern in his bright green eyes. “Y-Yeah I’m fine.” I went over today’s events in my mind. Physically, I was not fine. "So how was school?" asked Harry, still not entirely believing me. "Fine." Fine, one of my most frequent lies.

    Zayn and the other nameless face had cornered me after school yet again. It was the boy with the tattoos. Zayn pushed me against a wall and spit in my face calling me a faggot and told me how disgusting I was. But honestly, I didn’t care. Unintelligent words didn’t phase me the least bit. But I have to admit, getting repeatedly punched and kicked had a slight effect. He punched me right in the nose and then my gut. I grunted as I fell to my knees and he kicked me in my side. I fell face down and winced in pain. I glanced up and saw the tatted boy staring down at me with a pained expression and sadness in his eyes. But it only lasted a second and the pity quickly turned to hatred. "Let’s get out of here.” He mumbled to  Zayn and he spit on me one last time.

   

    I slowly and painfully got up and walked all the way home. I lived about 3 miles away, but Harry couldn't know I got beat up so i did'nt ask for a ride home. Harry was very protective of me and he knew I was sensitive. If he knew what happened to me after school, he'd go ballistic.

“You sure you’re alright?” Harry asked again.

“Yep!” I said and shot him a wide grin. He chuckled and said “Ok good because I’m having a party here Saturday.”

“Sounds good!” I squealed as Harry left my room. Harry’s parties didn’t usually get too wild and I stayed in my room most of the time anyways. I checked myself in the mirror one last time. Stupid Zayn. Why does he have to do this to me? Oh well, I know who I am and, anyways, he’s going to be working for me one day.

Louis’ POV

    No.No.No. Don’t do it. My hand was shaking rapidly as I held the blade of my razor above my forearm. Blood poured off my wrist and into my sink and I hunched over in silent sobs. God, I can’t do this anymore. I tell myself that all the time and I’m still here. I should just do it. It would be easy. Steal my father’s bottle of sleeping pills and down them all. That sounded wonderful, to leave this unfair and cruel world. But no, I am a coward.

     After what we did to Marcel, I had walked straight home and ran up to my bathroom. No one was home so pulling out my razor from under my pillow, I broke down. Cutting in deep strokes and sobbing. Sure, I had cut before, but this time was different. Seeing Marcel get beaten AGAIN hurt. I just wanted to cradle him in my strong arms and make all the pain go away. I wanted to run my hands softly through his hair and tell him everything was going to be okay. But I’m a worthless piece of shit and he’s perfect.

    I could hear the words surfacing from the depths of my mind. “Louis, you dumb piece of shit!” And with that I dug my razor even deeper. Picturing the face of my father scream at me hurt more than anything. He left 3 years ago. Taking with him my happiness. When he left was when I got my tattoos, even all my piercings. It’s cliche, but embracing the idea of depression actually made it more bearable. And by now, I had become a pro at drowning my sorrows.

    I watched the thick deep red liquid go down the drain. I figured I’ve had enough. I wiped up the blood off my wrist and hid my scars with some bracelets. I heard the chiming of my cell phone and answered the call. “Louis!” Harry Styles shouted over the phone line. “Styles!” I said with fake enthusiasm.

“Hey, I’m going to be throwing a party at my flat on Saturday and it’s not a party if Louis Tomlinson isn’t there!”

“Sure mate!” I knew Marcel would be there, but it’s not like he ever came out of his room.

“Alright good! There will be plenty of pints to go around!”

“There better be.” And with that I hung up.

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