When Marcel woke up the next morning Louis was no longer there. They had stayed up talking and eventually Louis had fallen asleep in his arms. Marcel got up out of bed and began to get ready for school,he wore his normal khakis, button down, sweater vest, and tie. He was picking up his books from his desk when he was a note lying next to his books.
“Since I won't be able to talk to you in school I decided to write you a note. Have a great day Marcel, I'll make sure we find out a way to be together without having to worry about your brothers, but until then we'll just have to sneak around a bit ;) ~ Love, Louis” He smiled as he read the note and put it in his math notebook, he put his books into his bag and headed downstairs.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his brothers had already left. He walked out and started walking, even though he was old enough to drive he hadn't cared enough to get his license, Harry had his and Edward usually rode his motorcycle. As he was walking through the school parking lot he saw Louis car and smiled to himself.
He walked into the school and saw Louis with the rest of the football team, but today none of them bothered him. He thanked Louis in his head as he walked to his locker. After he had put his book in his bag his phone vibrated, it was from Louis.
-”No skinny jeans today? I'm disappointed, but you look good in anything ;)” Marcel smiled at the text and the fact that they could talk in school without getting caught. As the day went by Marcel and Louis would send little flirty texts to each other, exchange secret glances in the hallway or little secret touches, enough to show each other they were there but not enough to make anyone suspicious. In the cafeteria at lunch Louis' co captain Zayn Malik caught a few of the glances but thought nothing of it until he saw the text Louis sent to Marcel.
-“Wanna meet up tonight? Sneak out, I'll be waiting down the street.” Zayn looked to Marcel just to make sure he was the one Louis texted and sure enough seconds later Marcel looked down at his phone smiled and texted a response. Zayn looked over at Louis' phone to see Marcel's response.
-“Sure, I'll see you tonight, p.s. Skinny jeans or no?” Louis laughed a bit and typed back.
-”I'd prefer nothing but skinny jeans are good enough.” Zayn nearly fell off his seat after seeing Louis response.
“Lou?” Zayn questioned “What's going on between you and Marcel, you told us not to bully him anymore, you two have been looking at each other secretly all day and that text you just sent him, yesterday you hated the kid, what happened?”
“Nothing, Zayn, just keep this between us.”
“I won't tell anyone, if, you do something for me.”
“What?”
“You have to get Marcel to set me up with his brother Edward.” Louis nearly choked on the water he had just taken a sip of but nodded.
“But you can NOT tell Edward about Marcel and I.” Zayn nodded.
-Later that night-
Marcel one again shimmied into Harry's skinny jeans, the same pair he wore last night, he put on a black button down and secretly climbed out the window and down the street to Louis' car.
“Hey babe” Marcel said this time as he clambered into the passenger seat of Louis car, “Where are we going tonight?”
“You'll just have to wait and find out.” Louis said with a smile. Marcel wondered how within two days the boy that had caused him so much pain was now the one that he looked to for his happiness. Marcel watched Louis as he drove, his stern expression, his hands on the steering wheel, Louis smile when he would look over at him. The small things that made Louis smile and his eyes light told Marcel that Louis wasn't all that bad. Marcel's opinion of Louis was slightly changed when Louis pulled into a bar.
“L-Louis, I d-don't know ab-b-out t-this” Marcel stuttered.
“C'mon it'll be fun” Marcel reluctantly got out of the car and followed Louis to the door, Louis whispered something to the security guard and and he let both Louis and Marcel in.
“Are we even old enough to be here?” Marcel asked.
“No, but that's the benefit of having an uncle who owns the bar.” Louis walked up to the counter and ordered drinks for him and Marcel. Marcel slowly walked up and sat on the bar stool next to Louis. The bartender put the drinks down in front of the two boys. Louis immediately took a drink and took a swig of it, Marcel however was a bit more hesitant. He picked up the glass and raised it to his lips, Louis watched him intently. As soon as he took a gulp Marcel's face scrunched up as if it were the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted. Louis laughed at his reaction.
“That was horrible, alcohol is evil.” Marcel said looking at Louis. “How do you drink this stuff?” Louis laughed a bit more.
“I guess you just have to learn to like it.” Marcel nodded, not quite sure if Louis meant that as an innuendo or not. Marcel took another sip of his drink, the taste starting to become less bitter. Soon enough Marcel had downed five drinks and was at this point quite drunk. Louis had lost sight of him in the crowd but soon found him dancing in the middle of the floor looking quite ridiculous. Louis looked at the time and noticed that they had been gone for over two hours, Louis walked out to Marcel.
“Wanna dance?” Marcel asked pulling Louis close to him.
“As much as I would love to, you are quite drunk and I need to get you home.” Louis silently cursed as he remembered that Marcel would have to get back in through the window.
“But I don't wanna go home, I'm having fun here” Marcel said pouting at Louis.
“It's time to go.” Louis said sternly. Louis who had not consumed nearly as much alcohol as Marcel ans was still under the legal limit drove back to the Styles house. Louis noticed that the lights were still on in the house and wondered how the hell he was supposed to get Marcel back in. He tried climbing the tree with Marcel on his back but that didn't work at all. He finally resorted to knocking on the door, he considered just leaving Marcel on the porch but he cared about him too much to leave him outside alone in the cold.
Louis knocked and Edward came to the door. He opened it shocked at the sight he found. Louis Tomlinson standing next to an obviously drunk Marcel.
“What did you do to my brother?!” Edward said voice raised. Louis ignored him and put Marcel over his shoulder and carried him into his room. He laid Marcel down on the bed, Harry and Edward now standing outside of Marcel's room. Louis pulled the covers over Marcel and removed his glasses. As he began to walk away Marcel reached out.
“Don't go” He mumbled.
“I have to” Louis said glancing at Harry and Edward.
“I'm tired of sleeping alone!” Marcel shouted. “Please” He said quieter.
“Oh fuck it” Louis said walking over to the door and shutting in Harry and Edward's faces as they stood there in shock. Louis locked the door and walked back over to Marcel and climbed under the covers. Louis pulled Marcel close to him and kissed his forehead. And as they both fell asleep, Harry and Edward realized just how much Louis and Marcel meant to each other. Did they like him? No. Did they want him around their brother? No. But did they want their brother happy? Yes. So for now, they decided to let them stay together, but also decided that if Louis screwed it up. He was out of all of their lives, for good.
In two days Louis Tomlinson had gained the heart of the boy he used to bully and gained the almost acceptance from his brothers. But will he lose it all in the weeks to come?
