Secrets {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 1.

15, lanky, unpopular. He wasn't disliked, nor bullied, but he wasn't liked either. He always got the best grades, people said he also has the best smile. Marcel Styles was walking through the quite halls of his school. He liked to get to school early, not liking the hussle and bussle of hundreds of students cramming though the doors nearer the time the bell rang.

His old battered glasses were balanced carefully on his little button nose, making his eyes look tiny and dull, which in reality they were exactly the opposite. His satchel backpack filled with books was weighing him down, pulling his shoulders down about an inch, knowing that by the end of the day he would have an awfully painful back. Freshly ironed trousers in a pale lime colour hid his legs and a crisp shirt buttoned right up to the top, with a tight tie around his neck, made him look like quite a dork. To top his appearance off, he was sporting his V necked sweater, last years Christmas present which was hand knitted by his Gran. As you can tell, Marcel Styles really was the high of fashion.

Marcel went through his normal morning schedule, stopping off in the dining hall to grab and apple and a bottle of water, baring that huge grin of his at any teacher that passed by. He didn't see himself as a teachers pet, he just liked to stay on the good side of people, he found it much easier. Unlike the others in his year group, they all thought that he sucked up to the teachers so he could get the best grades, even better ones than he was capable of achieving in the first place. He was just a generally nice and quiet boy who kept himself to himself, being polite to all the teachers and other students. That is, until it reached weekend.

Rounding the corner to put his things in the locker he got allocated at the start of this year, Marcel stopped dead; trying to turn and walk away as quietly as he could, but he was stopped in his tracks by a small giggle. However, the person he was trying to avoid had ears like a bat and eyes like a hawk - Marcel had been spotted and there was no getting away now. He always tried so desperatly to stay out of his way. He was intimidating, popular and certainly out of bounds - Marcel hated even having to be withing a few metres of him, he felt so petite and child like when he was around, he knew he shouldn't like it, but once you're hooked, you're hooked for good.

Louis Tomlinson. That small, strange boy that Marcel dreamt about. Of course, no one knew that he had a rather large obsession with the boy who used his arms as a notepad. All the time, Louis would come into school sporting yet another doodle on his large, bulked up arms. He and Marcel, the Marcel everyone thought they knew, were complete opposites. Frat boy Louis, skates around the halls in his beanie and tank top, the girls wanted him and boys wanted to be him. But, Louis was hiding a few secrets, some of them very big ones - and Marcel could see right through the smaller boy, and he just wanted to know everything he was hiding.

Right now, Marcel had other problems. Louis was coming over to him and there was no escape, he had to face the boy he fantasises over. It was like something in a film, Louis seemed to slow down and come towards Marcel at a snails pace and he was getting closer and closer. To be blunt, Marcel was absoluetly shitting himself, his heart was beating faster than ever before. Preparing to leave and completely blank Louis, Marcel was stopped by the feel of a small hand reach up and rest on his shoulder.

"You dropped this when you spun around" Louis spoke in just louder than a whisper, then he was gone. And that is when it clicked, Marcel hardly heard Louis speak, the boy just got on with whatever the teacher told him to, and never got asked question. It's as if he had something to hide, and he was afraid that if he said a word the secret would be let out to the world. He was caging something within him, and Marcel had a feeling it wasn't just a stupid secret about which girl he had a crush on - this was so much bigger that it stopped the boy from speaking to people he didn't know. And for someone as popular as Louis, that is really bad.

That secret was bugging Marcel. He'd go home and think about it, he'd sit in class and think about it, he just couldn't stop. He was desperate to find out, but how could he, the nerd that no one likes, get close to the best looking lad in the school.

And with that last thought, Marcel realised something. Every single person in this school must hold a secret. As far as he was concerned, he only really cared about Louis' - but what about his own? Marcel held a huge secret, and if it got around school, things would change drastically. Whether for the good or bad, however, it was something that Marcel did not want to find out, he was happily keeping his secret, and it was to stay that way.

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