Multiplied (Larcel/ Larry fanfic)

Part 5 (final)

I felt water drizzle down on my face. I fluttered my eyes open to see the top of the trees, but I closed my eyes again because the sky was clouded and so bright. I sat up, taking out the leaves stuck in my hair. I stretched my leg before I stood up, barely being able to balance myself. I looked around the area I was in, seeing a familiar house behind me. I was about to knock on the door, but realized there was no door. I stepped inside the house, seeing my brother. I waved hello but he ignored me. I looked to the other side of the room, seeing my mum, reading a book, then burning the pages she didn't like. I walked up the stairs, everything I saw, I thought would surprise me, but at the moment, nothing did. It's like everything was a blur.

I opened the first door I saw, noticing it looked like my bedroom. Someone was on my bed, pulling the blanket, over his shoulders. He turned his body, facing me. It was Louis. He opened his mouth to say something but I heard nothing. I turned my head, seeing a mirror. I looked at my reflection. Seeing someone walk up from behind me. I looked at the other person's reflection, and saw Harry. I quickly turned, seeing no one. I looked back at the mirror, seeing he was there again. I did nothing but staring at him, and he did the same. I moved my eyes to look at myself, but was pushed down by Harry. My cheeks rubbed against the floor, unable to get up or even breathe. Harry stood on top of me, crunching my bones.

"I'm sorry." I heard him say.

"Marcel... Marcel!" I heard in the corner.

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"Marcel!" I heard my brother say, shaking me to wake me up.

I gasped. "You okay?" My brother chuckled.

"Um," I said, feeling my sweat on my neck, "yea, just had a bad dream."

He gave me a half smile, "Someone wants to talk to you." He said, passing me the phone.

I waited until he left, closing the door, "Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Hey, Marcel."

I recognized the voice. It was Louis' friend. The one who hated me, "What do you want?" I asked.

"Listen, I know I told you to fuck off or whatever, but I really need you to hear me out on this, okay?"

I hesitated for a moment. I sighed, telling him "okay".

"When Louis came back from the hospital that one day, he's literally been the happiest person on the planet. He barely talked to us but when he did it was about you. He really loved you, and I feel like an ass to break you guys apart."

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, leaning against the windowsill.

"I went over to his house yesterday night, he was so upset. I felt terrible, I felt he's sad because of what I made you do. Take him back Marcel. He loves you."

I shook my head, "I can't." I breathed out heavily.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You don't understand." I said before I hung up, throwing the phone on the floor. Maybe what I was doing before was the right thing. Maybe for me it's more important for Louis to be happy. I went over to pick the phone up when I heard the door bell ring. 

"Marcel, can you get that?" I heard my brother yell from his room.

"Yea." I said. I went downstairs to the front door and opened it, seeing Louis' mum.

"Hi Marcel, you remember me, yea?"

"Course, hi! Do you want to come in?" I asked.

"Actually, I have work soon, but I just wanted to stop by here and thank you."