Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Eight

*One Week Later*

I decided to surprise Louis today and come to his house. I took off of work to see him because he seemed kind of sad. 

I knocked on his door and I heard a low grumble, footsteps and the creaking of the door opening. "Oh Marcel! I thought you would be at home..." He trailed off, grabbing my wrist gently and shutting the door. "I thought I surprised you... I guess." He chuckled and kissed my lips forcefully. I still wasn't really ready to fully trust him. I don't know why but, I can trust him but I can't at the same time. 

He's a sweet guy if you get to know him. But sometimes he can be really dangerous. When I'm around somebody else, he would threaten them behind my back, pretending I don't know that he does. One time I did confront him and all he said was, 'I'm just trying to keep you away from bad people'. Even though I was confused by what he meant, I still nodded my head.

I felt him press his lips to mine harder as I knocked out of my trance. He kissed down my neck and I put my head back, giving him more access. He met my lips once again. I put my hands through his quiffed hair as he smirked against my lips. I put my hands on his strong shoulders as he slipped is tongue past my lips. He flushed my back to the door and slid his tongue with mine. I moved my hands up to his hair and massaged his scalp as his lips trailed down my neck, his fingers also tracking up my sweater vest. 

He rolled the sweater vest off of my body, reattaching his lips again. I leaned my head against the door as he bit down softly. He quickly unbuttoned my beige shirt, it falling lose as it hung on my shoulders. His hands moved up to my face as his lips reattached to mine again. He moaned as he pressed his hips to mine, rocking them slowly. I gave out a surprised moan and he smirked against my lips. 

He slipped the wrinkled shirt off of my shoulders as it fell to the floor. I ran my hands down his body and ended at the hem of his v-neck. I tried to pull it up but he froze he pulled away from me and pulled it back to where it was. I was confused and put my hands back on the shirt. He smacked my hands away. 

"Don't."

"W-why not?" He sighed and shook his head. "Just don't right now." I nodded as I fixed hair and my glasses. "S-sorry it's just- never mind." He mumbled. I looked down. "Did I do something wrong?" He came towards me and lifted my chin up. "No no! You didn't." He kissed my cheek. I smiled and returned the favor. 

He looked at me with a smile, even though his eyes were screaming sadness.

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I pushed up against the locker and hit in the face. I winced and tried to get away but the jock was too strong. "I don't care what your boyfriend is going to do. People like you should die." He growled in my face before connecting his knee with my stomach.

"P-please stop." I whimpered as another fist came to my jaw. I fell to the floor as multiple blows came to my stomach coming from every direction. I kept trying to plead, beg, something but nobody would pay attention. I new people were walking past. They don't care.

I'm kind of used to it. I shouldn't be but I know I am. They won't stop. Why am I becoming so depressing? Maybe it's because what they say about you is true. My mind kept telling me. Maybe everyone is right.

I'm just a worthless fag.

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:( Why is Louis being an asshole and not letting Marcel lift up his shirt to see that amazing tommo tummy!! YES!! haha!! But tell me what you think of that because....hehe I GOTS A PLOT TWIST CUMMING UP... I meant coming up...NO I MEANT CUMMING UP!!

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