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

Planning & Pursuing

-Louis-

The party is tomorrow, and I'm going to be letting Marcel get ready on his own, and then I'll be coming 'round to pick up and take him there.

Hopefully I don't get too carried away with drinking this time, since I'm with Marcel.

Getting wasted and embarrassing myself Is basically what I'm known for whenever going to a party.

I wouldn't want to say anything stupid in front of Marcel, so I'll probably reserve myself to a few drinks.

I wonder what kind of drunk Marcel is.

Hopefully he'll have a few drinks, and let loose.

He can be so awkward sometimes, maybe he'll make a few friends.

All of the boys will be there, so he won't feel so out of place.

Niall and I introduced him to Zayn and Liam, and they think he's alright, which is good enough.

So I'm ready and excited for tomorrow.

School just got out, so I'm currently seated in my car, with Marcel is the passenger seat.

We're on our way to my place just to hang out and talk about what else is going on with tomorrow's plans.

We've sort of fallen into a routine, I guess you could say.

He walks to school in the morning, because he said he likes being outside.

I wait for him at the school's front doors, and then we go to class together.

We sit with Liam and Zayn at lunch, and go to our separate classes.

Once school is over, I drive him to my place to hang out, or I drop him off at home.

It's really no problem, since he lives close, and I really do like spending time with Marcel.

He actually laughs at my horrible jokes, and doesn't seem to mind my energetic and sassy personality.

I pulled op to my house, and pulled my keys out from the ignition.

Marcel was already getting out, so I just opened my door and jumped out.

"C'mon, Marce! We have so much to discuss about tomorrow!" I squealed as I flung the front door to my house open.

I shut the door behind me, and started running up the stairs to my room before Marcel probably even noticed I was going upstairs.

I laid down on my bed, and saw Marcel walk into my room.

I patted the edge of the bed for him to sit on, while I stayed sprawled out on my blanket.

He sat down, and looked at me.

"So, what are we talking about?" He asked me.

"Tomorrow! So I'll still be picking you up at 7,even though it starts at 6, and we'll arrive there at 7:30, being a bit fashionably late, of course." I winked.

"We'll look around for Liam, Zayn, and Niall, and we'll all try to stick together, because there's going to be a lot of people. I sure hope you're not claustrophobic." I finished.

"I'm not." He smiled.

"Great. We'll probably spend the night at his place, if you're up for that." I indirectly asked him.

He frowned a little, and looked over at me.

"Well, I don't know about spending the night.."

"Come on! Live a little! Nothing will happen. He has a lot of rooms, so we can just stay in one of them. It'll be Sunday the next day anyway, so no worries, yeah?"

He just shrugged at me, "I suppose. I guess it won't do much harm. My mum always get home late and leaves early, and she doesn't really check for me so, alright Louis."

I grinned, and threw my arms in the air.

"So we're all set! How about a game of twenty questions? I love playing it!" I suggested.

He just nodded, looking a bit confused.

"We take turns asking each other questions, ten each instead of twenty, and we'll both answer each question instead. I'll start."

"Marcel, what's your middle name? Mine is William." I asked him.

"Harold, or Harry. Either one, really."

"Louis, what's your mum's name?"

I wiggled my eyebrows at him suggestively, "Woah, Marce, you want her number while you're at it? Her name is Johanna."

He turned a bit red, "N-no! No, I was just wondering. My mum's name is Anne.."

"Ah, Marcel, what bands fit your music interests?"

He thought about it for a minute, "Artic Monkeys, Muse, Justin Timberlake, Linkin Park, All Time Low, and so on."

"Oh, I like Pink Floyd, Queen, Supertramp, Led Zeppelin, Billy Talent, bands like them." I said.

For the rest of the day we kept asking each other pointless questions, until we both fell asleep on my bed for the night.

----The Next Day----

-Marcel-

Louis and I are at my house now, after me waiting for him to get ready at his place.

It's about 6pm right now, and we still have an hour, which works for me.

I just finished my shower and stepped out, drying myself off.

I stepped into my clothes that I brought with me in here, and walked out to find Louis in my room.

Louis was wearing a grey loose tank top, beige chinos rolled up above his ankles, dark red TOMS, and a dark red beanie pulled over his hair that was styled to the side of his face.

We both agreed on me wearing a casual loose white v-neck, baggy blue jeans, and my white and black converse.

I let Louis style my hair, he blow dryed my hair, and used the curls that fall onto my forehead to make a quiff.

It was different, and it didn't look too bad.

All I can say is that Louis looked really fit for the party.

What am I saying; he looks fit all the time.

I am a little bit nervous for tonight, since it's my first party, and it's a house party.

I'm just hoping everything goes fine.

Louis even talked me into just trying to have a few drinks, nothing to strong, and not too much.

I guess I'm fine with that. Damn that boy, he's so persuasive.

It was 6:55, so we were both ready to go.

"Okay, let's go. Brace yourself for the best night of your life, Marcel." He smirked at me.

I just rolled my eyes at him, expecting not to even have that much fun tonight.

I'm such a downer.

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-Dee