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

Partying & Popping 1/2

-Marcel-



We got there just at 7:30, like Louis had planned.

We were up at Shane's front door, and Louis knocked on it.

A few seconds later Shane swung it open and cheered when he saw Louis.

"Louis! And.. Louis' friend. I'm Shane Levy." He said with with an outstretched hand to me, his beer in the other.

I took it and give it a little shake.
"Marcel Styles." I nodded.

He let my hand fall to my side, and he motioned for the two of us to come inside.

I stepped in first, and Louis followed behind, taking my arm and leading me to the table with snacks and drinks.

Louis mixed something together, and handed me a red cup.

"It's a quarter vodka and the rest is pepsi, don't worry." He smiled.

I hesitantly took a sip, and noticed it tasted basically like pepsi, just a little more bitter and stronger.

Most people were playing games around the house like Truth Or Dare, 7 Minutes In Heaven, and Spin The Bottle.

I've never really been a big fan of teenage party games, they go a bit too far for my comfort.

Other people were in the pool out in Shane's backyard, or hanging out around it.

They had music playing loudly through the whole house, but I wasn't bothered too much.

Louis seemed to be enjoying himself, greeting and getting greeted by a few people he knew, smiling and swaying to the music in his spot.

He looked over at me after a few minutes, and shifted his weight to his right leg.

"Having a good time, Marce?" He asked me.

I nodded a little, not actually sure if I was.

"I guess. I mean, it's big change from what I'm used to, but it's not bad."

He just nodded knowingly, and we continued to just stand in our spot, observing everyone.

"Maybe we should go join a game or something, have some real fun." Louis suggested.

"Yeah, why not Lou." It seemed like a good idea, as I was starting to get bored of just standing here.

Even if I'm not big on these type of games, there's a first for everything, right?

Louis slipped his hand into mine, which made me feel my stomach flip s little, and then he dragged me to where some people were seated in a circle.

Louis sat on the floor, and pulled me down next to him, releasing my hand.

I sighed, I quite enjoyed having his smaller hand in mine. Oh well.

I have no idea what we were playing, so I just listened, trying to pick some information up.

"Don't be a chicken! You two are such pussies. Just go!" One guy exclaimed at a girl and a guy who were sitting next to each other.

The girl huffed and crossed her arms.
"Fine!" She yelled. "But after exactly seven minutes, open the damn door." She muttered, and stood up along with the guy beside her.

The same guy who yelled at her, went over and shoved the two into a closet.
"No boundaries! Have fun kids." He winked, and closed the door, and leaned against it to hold it shut.

I looked over at Louis, who was laughing.

"Lou? What game is this exactly?"

"Seven Minutes In Heaven, Marcel! Those two in there absolutely hate each other." He said, amusement written all over his face.

I gulped, praying silently that the bottle doesn't land on me.

It would be really awkward to be stuffed into a small closet with a complete stranger.

After seven minutes in counting, the guy glanced down at his watch, and shot open the door.

Everyone gasped, as they saw the girl and guy's faces together, having a really heated time in there.

I looked away, and heard Louis screeching with laughter.

"Oh my god! Marce! They're like, frienamies with benefits!" He yelled, laughing even harder at his own joke.

I laughed too, but not at the two people still in the closet, and not even at Louis' joke, but laughing because everything about Louis was contagious.

Whenever he smiled, I can't help but smile.
If he was sad, so was I.

I just feel connected to him in that way, I suppose.

Shrugging it off, I looked over and saw Louis was a bit pale.

"Louis? Lou are you alright?" I asked him, starting to feel what he was feeling.

Nervousness? Was Louis nervous?

He looked at me a smiled awkwardly, and pointed at the bottle, that was directly facing me.

"It was my turn Marce, and I spun it."

I felt a little panic arise in me, and I felt myself being lifted up to my feet.

The guy from before also lifted Louis, and we stood side by side.

The guy just smirked at us, and he grabbed us both by on shoulder, and nudged us into the tight fitting closet.

I barely have room to move or even breath, as I heard the door lock, and someone sliding against it.

I had my eyes squeezed shut, hoping that would make time go by faster.

To me dismay, everything felt slower.

I felt someone touch my hand, that was crossed over my stomach.

"Marce! We got picked! Together!" He giggled and leaned me into the side of the closet, his body pressed, very closely, to mine.

I smelled alcohol in his breath, it was clear as day.

He had maybe about five shots, from what I saw, and a few beers.

He hiccuped in my face, and giggled.

"Since this is Seven Minutes In Heaven, let's have some fun, Marce." I felt him breathe against my neck.

Both his hands trailed down my stomach to my belt buckle, and I felt him fumble with it a bit.

I was breathing really heavily, and I could hear it myself.

I honestly wanted this, I wanted it so bad, but Lou is drunk and I really have no idea what to even do in situations like these.

Louis gave up on the belt, and cursed to himself.

The door suddenly flew open, and the sudden change of lighting irrupted my eyes.

"Seven minutes is up! Sorry boys, wish I coulda spared more." He winked, and stepped away from the door.

I got out quickly, and left to get another drink, knowing Louis was following me.

He seemed to have sobered up a teensy bit, and got over his giggling part of being drunk.

"Hey Marce, I'm going upstairs to go to the bathroom, wait here." He said, and jogged up the stairs two at a time.

I stood there waiting, swishing the contents of my drink around a bit.

Someone I didn't recognize approached me, and stopped in front of me.

His head turned when someone called out to him.

"James! What're you doin'?"

"Just making my rounds! Getting this party started for real!" He yelled back.

Doing rounds? Huh, I don't know anything about party lingo.

James, I guess his name was, turned back around to me, with a grin on his face.

"Hey, I'm James, and I've never seen you around before, is this your first house party?" He asked me.

I nodded, "Marcel, and yeah, it is."

He just grinned even bigger, and it turned into a smirk.

"Great! Here's a welcoming gift, it's candy. It's blue because it's blueberry flavor." He said, taking my hand and putting the tablet into my hand.

I smiled at him, he was nice.

"Hey thanks! It's great." I said, as I put it in my mouth, and let it dissolve.

"Their special candy, they're called Molly's." he said to me.

I couldn't contain the smile that was spreading on my face, and I felt the sudden need to dance with someone.

"James! Did you just give that kid ecstasy?!" I heard someone yell.

I just laughed, whoever that happened to, must suck for them.




-Louis-




I trudged down the stairs, and saw Marcel still standing where he was before, laughing at something.

"James! Did you just give that kid ecstasy?!" Someone yelled to him, motioning to Marcel.

He just laughed and gave an innocent smile.

I stopped.

Shit.

Oh shit.

I may be a little drunk right now, but I could still put together and comprehend what happened.

Oh fuck, this is not good.




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

So this is only part 1 of 2 for this chapter, i'll finish of what happens tomorrow and put it up.

See you guys then I guess.

Byebye<3



-Dee