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

Curiosity & Calls

-Louis-



Something makes me want to see underneath all his hair gel.



Underneath his outrageously big rimmed glasses.



And see what he looks like in a wardrobe from this century... No offense to Marcel.



So that's what I'm deciding to do. I notice he gets treated unfairly, and no one has really taken the time to get to know him at all. He gets pushed and shoved, and just flat out ignored. Everyone needs someone, so I've decided to take it into my own hands, to be that someone for Marcel.



He's a bit.. Awkward. Socially and everything. So why not help him out?

No harm done.



So that's why I've found myself lounging on the love seat in my living room, with my phone in my hand.



Scrolling through my contacts, my eyes landed on Marcel's name. I hesitated a bit, but clicked on the green 'call' but on the screen of my white iPhone 5.



I held the phone to my ear, listening to the ring, until I heard shuffling in the background and a nasally voice pick up with an "Um, eh hello?" I smiled a little bit to myself.



"Marcel! Hey mate. So I've got an offer to give to you!" I exclaimed.

"Eh h-hi Louis. Um, go on I guess?" Why does he always seem nervous around me? I'm a laid back guy!

"Well..." I dragged on, "If you're interested, I was wondering if I could come by sometime? You see, I came up with this idea, brilliant really, to maybe give you a makeover, I suppose you could call it."

"I-I don't know Louis.."

"I don't mean it in an offensive way! I swear. You seem like a great guy just as you are Marcel! I just sometime wonder what you would be like naturally. Without your um.. Unique clothing, without glasses, and I'm itching to see what your hair looks like after it's just been washed, without any product in it! I want to see you, as you." I explained.



I heard a choking noise in the background, and waited a good minute until he answered.



"Well, er, w-we could give it a go..? But if I don't like it you can't force me to not go back to how I am!" He sounded really hesitant about the whole idea.



"Great! That's great! And of course, Marcel. If you don't like it, by all means, carry on as you are. So when can I come by?" I think I sounded a bit too excited.



I heard that weird choking noise again. Is he eating lunch or something right now? Oh shit, I always end up interrupting people.



"Uh okay um, in an hour would work for me."



I nearly jumped up in excitement. Nearly. So I just let a huge grin make its way onto my face. I don't quite understand why Marcel gets me so worked up just by the thought of hanging out with him, but hey who cares, right? This is going to be a fun experience, I can just feel it.



"Alright, sweet, I'll be there in an hour! Later, Marcel." I said as I hung up, not waiting for an answer. I probably seemed really rude right now, but he'll let it slide.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*



After taking an agonizingly long shower, I slipped into a blue and white striped loose fitting tank top, and some jean shorts that go to my knees, pairing it with my trademark navy blue Toms.



I sighed contently, noticing I had twenty minutes to finish and get to Marcel's. He texted me his address before I got in the shower, and he lives only two streets down, luckily.



I towel dried my hair, but it was sticking up everywhere. Annoyed, I slipped and grey beanie over it so it doesn't look so wild.



I got my car and house keys, before jogging out the door and accidentally slamming it.

I slipped into my black mustang and started making my way towards Marcel's house.

Today is going to be fun, I thought to myself.





I parked my car in Marcel's driveway, while taking in the appearance of his house. It looks kind of, grandmotherly? It was pink and had flowers littering their yard, and girly curtains in every window.

Strange..



I cautiously walked up to the front door that had "Home sweet home" hanging from from it, and knocked.

I was taken back a bit when a raggedy woman, looking about 80 years old, answered the door.



I cleared my voice and spoke "Is uh, Marcel here?"

"Marcel? Who is Marcel? I swear to god if you are here to sell something I will hit you with my purse!" She yelled in my face and shut the door.



I was confused. Really confused. Marcel said he lived at number 87, didn't he?

I rechecked the text and noticed he said 85, not 87.

"I'm so stupid", I breathed out to myself and laughed.



So I had to drive my car one house to the left, and parked it.

I ran up to the front door, hoping I wouldn't be greeted by another old lady.



To my relief, I saw Marcel holding the door open, with a small smile on his face.

"C-come in?" He choked out.

I raised an eyebrow at him, but nodded anyway, and stepped in.



Quite nice interior..



-Marcel-



Oh my god, oh my god. He's in my house. Louis is in my house.

911 what's your emergency, oh I'm just fangirling myself to death in my living room.



I'm dramatic; I know. Shut up.



Louis continued walking through the bottom floor of the house, and looked around at everything.

"Nice place you have here, Marcel! Are your parents home?"



I ran my hand through my slicked back hair and sighed, while looking down at him.

"Eh, my dad doesn't come round' a-anymore and my mum is always away
for her work things.."

"Oh! Hey, sorry I asked. Anyway Marcel, first things first, new wardrobe. Some things that are in style right now, is all you have sweater vests and work pants?" he questioned.



I nodded slowly, and looked away from him.



"Well, I think you know what this means!" He shrieked while running out my front door.



I followed him and saw him already sitting in the driver's seat of his car, sticking his head out the window.

"Get in loser! We're going shopping!" He yelled to me.



I laughed nervously, before slowly and awkwardly approaching his car.

I opened the door and slid in, and he was already pulling out of the drive way before I was even buckled in.



"Hold up, L-Louis! I forgot my wallet!"



He threw a smile over his shoulder at me while still driving.

"No worries, my dear Marcel. This was all my idea, so I will be paying"



"O-oh okay." I nodded to him, deciding not to try and argue, knowing he'd just do it anyway.

I really don't like when people buy things for me to be honest, I feel as if I owe them something, and I kind of do, if you look at it the way I do.



Before I knew it, we were at The Fairview Mall, the biggest mall in Doncaster.

Louis was already running around to my door and opening it for me, which made me blush a bit, so I turned my head away from him to try and hide it.

He just grabbed my hand and rushed me through the parking lot and into the mall, while smiling like crazy, which made a small smile work its way onto my own face.





Maybe today won't be too bad.


******************************

Almost 200 reads so far, thank you guyysss. <3 awe

I hope at least someone is enjoying it so far :) hoping to maybe get a few votes for another chapter? Thanks again.


-Dee