Love Uncovered (Larcel/Loucel AU)

Chapter 4

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Louis POV

“Goddammit Louis.” My mum muttered under her drunken breath as she stumbled out the front door.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going again?” I shouted.

But she was already out the door, stumbling down the desolate avenue. I would probably have to go out looking for her, her small body passed out on some random bench, curled up with a bottle of hard liquor. But for now i’ll let her have her moment to cool off. We’ve gone through this same routine time and time again. She gets mad at me. She brings up dad. I get upset and she drinks away her sorrows then wanders off. She’s lucky we live in a relatively nice neighbourhood.

    I woke up and turned over only to realize that every inch of me was sore. I had carried my mum about a mile and a half on my back. She was so drunk she would just try to run off if I tried to let her walk on her own. I slowly and painfully got out of bed and put on my usual dark jeans and t-shirt. I fluffed up my hair up in a quiff and drove off to school. Today was Friday finally, so tomorrow was Harry’s party. I hadn’t really put a second thought into attending it, because well, I am Louis Tomlinson, party king.

    I was walking down the white hallways of my high school next to Zayn when I spotted Marcel walking by. He had his face buried in a textbook as usual, so Zayn took this opportunity to trip him. Marcel dropped his books and fell onto his knees. He glanced up at us as Zayn laughed, but I just stared pitifully down at him. Even down on the floor with our peers laughing at him, he was still beautiful. Even with the hurt in his eyes, they still shined brighter than the stars. I don’t know how much longer I could take this, the bullying, and the hurt that my peers caused him. I wanted him so desperately, but he deserves better than me. Marcel quickly looked away from me and gathered his things then walked off, wincing with every step.

“That was kinda mean, Zayn.” I said.

“That faggot deserves it.” He scoffed and with that he walked straight into home room.

Marcel’s POV

    My knees stung from the fall. I guess Zayn wasn’t having a good day, which means I would probably get the wrath of it after school. Great, and this is a brand new sweater!

“Marcel! Hey!” I heard Liam’s shouts from my homeroom. It was the only class we shared. I walked in and sat down in the desk next to him.

“Are you alright? I saw them trip you back there.”

“Yeah I’m fine thanks.”

“How much longer are you gonna take this from them Marcel?” He said, clearly annoyed at the fact that I always refuse to fight back.

“I’m fine, really. But thanks Li.”

He muttered something under his breath, but dropped the subject. Ever since I came out in ninth grade, no one really wanted to be around me. Liam was the only one ever there for me, besides Harry of course.

The loud bell rang in my ears and I rushed out of the school. I passed right by Zayn and Louis’ last class and I quickly glanced in, only to find them in no rush to leave. It seems everyday they are out to harass me, usually after school. I watched them and I saw Louis searching for something around the class.

“Hurry up Louis! I want to leave!” Zayn said.

“Sorry Zayn just give me 5 minutes I lost my pen.” Louis replied.

I took advantage of Louis rummaging through his bag and ran out to my car.

Louis’ POV

    Zayn was glaring at me while I searched the floor for my ‘pen’. I knew he just wanted to leave so he could go beat up Marcel. And normally I would comply, but I just can’t do it anymore. I decided to stall, so Marcel could leave before we do. After about 5 minutes of searching, I said, “Oh whatever i’ll just find it tomorrow.” Zayn scowled, but thankfully, Marcel’s car was nowhere in sight.

    Once I got home my phone rang. “Aye mate, It’s Harry! You still coming tomorrow?”

“Of course!”

“Alright good. Do you mind picking up some food? Marcel forgot.” The mention of his name made my heart flutter unexpectedly.

“Uh. Yeah sure mate.” And I quickly hung up. What was that? I still had butterflies in my stomach! The rest of the day was a blur, as I picked up some food all I could think about was that damn Marcel.

*Saturday*

I showed up to the Styles’ household to find the flat lit up and at least 20 cars lining the driveway and sidewalk. The front door was wide open and loud techno-pop blared through black speakers. I walked into the kitchen and placed the food on the counter. I spotted Zayn in the living room handing a red cup  to a girl in a tight dress. Classic Zayn. “Tommo!!” Harry shouted, followed by cheers and whistles. I recognized a lot of people from school but there was also a lot of strangers. My stress started to dissipate as I looked around the room and Marcel was nowhere to be found. Tonight, i’m gonna be completely care free. Its time to let loose.

Marcel’s POV

A remix of Katy Perry’s ‘Firework’ blasted throughout my home. I could already feel a headache coming on. I heard whistles and cheers coming from downstairs. Whenever Harry had parties, I would lock the door to my room and study or surf the internet. Shit. I left my bookbag downstairs. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, hopefully no one would recognize me with my untidy curls falling over my face. I passed a couple snogging on the staircase and I spotted my bookbag on the kitchen counter. With my head ducked, I made my way towards the kitchen and snatched up my bag from behind two people taking shots. I was on my way back to my room when I saw him. Louis. We made eye contact and I could tell he was already drunk. I told myself that he couldn’t do anything with Harry around, but he started to walk towards me, never breaking eye contact. I already knew I had fear on my face.

“Marcel?” His slow, slurred speech rang through my ears and I just knew, he wasn’t going to leave me alone until he got what he was looking for.

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