Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Six

We came back to the house in less than an hour. It was only around eight o'clock so I should be getting home at ten. "I'm going to use the loo. Be right back." Louis said, getting up off of the couch we were sitting on and headed down the hallway.

I looked at the images on the T.V. screen. We were currently watching Grown Ups but we just put it in. I stood up and decided to look around the house. I went back and forth through the kitchen until I stopped at a bookshelf. 

There were these stacks of pictures huddled in one stack. I took them out hesitantly, looking behind me to see Louis still wasn't out of the bathroom. I shrugged and looked through them. My eyebrows furrowed at the pictures. 

It was different picture of Louis wearing glasses and sometimes a beanie with a boy that looked younger than him. He had dark brown curly hair and green eyes. He looked like me. Then I came across a collage time thing. It had six pictures with Louis and him. If I had my hair like it was supposed to be and without the glasses, I would look like him.

"What are you doing?" A growling voice came my way. I turned around with the pictures in my hands and froze. Louis looked at me with a glare. "What are you doing, Marcel?"

"I-I, I was just looking around and then I found these pictures." I stuttered, him walking slowly towards me. "Don't touch these! Don't let me catch you with them again!" He yelled. I nodded as he snatched the pictures out of my hand. 

"B-but who is that?" He glared at me. "You don't need to know. And I won't tell you." He growled, putting the pictures in his pocket. I looked down. I shouldn't have been going through his stuff. I feel like a little kid getting scolded by his parents. I felt a hand in my hair and I looked up. "Don't be sad just those pictures, they are something close I have." I nodded and kissed his cheek. He smiled at me.

"Why don't you smile more? You look better when you smile. Not saying that you never look good it's just... I like your smile." He shrugged at my rambling. "Just don't have the need to." My eyebrows furrowed at him. What does he mean?

"Don't worry." He whispered in my ear. His lips attached to mine. I moved my lips slowly with his as he led me to the couch while moving his lips with mine in sync. I fell on top of him and he pulled away. "I really like your hair curly." I smiled and looked down, blushing. He chuckled and started kissing under my jaw. I closed my eyes as he took off my glasses. He sucked lightly and I gasped, putting my hands through his hair. 

I feel good around him. He seems too protective though. I pulled away and looked at him. "I already have enough of those." I pouted playfully at him. His eyes suddenly glazed over. He was staring over my shoulder. "Louis?" 

He didn't answer and continued to stare into space. I shook his shoulder and he looked at me in confusion. "You kind of blanked out." 

"Oh, sorry." I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. 

Louis' P.O.V

Why do I keep seeing him?

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