Catch Me If You Can (Larry Stylinson/Marcel)

Ch.2

*Louis POV*

Harry is bisexual? Didn't see that one coming.. "Hey guys I'm gonna go talk to him." I say. They all nod and say there goodbyes.

I look all around the school and can't find him. He must have left.

I go to the office. "I need Harry Styles address. He needs my help." I say. Joan nods and gives me the address.

I wave bye and head to his house.

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Marcel's POV

I quickly change out of my clothes and into my comfortable sweater vest with black slacks and no shoes.

I slick my hair back and put my glasses back on.

I have to dress like my nerdy self around my home because my mom can't know about my persona. My sister knows though. She actually helps me sneak out at night and she parties with me.

I look at my self in the mirror. I'm so ugly... I hate my bulky glasses and my stupid curly hair. That's the only reason I slick it back.

I fix my vest as I hear a knock on the door. Maybe it's Scott, my moms boyfriend.

I walk through the kitchen and to the door.

As soon as I open it I regret it. "Marcel?" Louis asks as he stands in the doorway. "Do you live here?" He asks me.

I nod slowly. "Y-yes." I say and look at my feet.

"Well does Harry live here? Harry Styles?" He asks me.

I shake my head no. "No he does not. I don't know who that is." I say and he looks at me confused.

"That's weird. He wrote this down as his address." He grabs my shirt and pulls me closer to him. "Wait a second. . Beautiful green eyes, perfect teeth and lips." He grabs my hand. "Long slender fingers and smooth large hands." He looks me in the eyes. "You're Harry Styles!" He raises his voice and lets go of my shirt. "I knew you looked familiar!" He says then looks at me weirdly.

"Well go on.. Do your thing and beat me up. Bully me and make me feel like shit. Break my glasses and rip my vest. What are you waiting for!" I yell at him.

He looks ashamed. "I'm sorry Harry. Shit I mean Marcel.. I feel so bad and I want to get to know you.. Let me inside and we can talk. Please?" He asks me.

After a few seconds of silence I nod. "Okay." I say and guide him inside.

"Wow!" he exclaims. "Your house is really nice!" He says and takes a seat on my couch.

"Thanks." I say and sit down next to him.

He looks me in the eye. "Hey Marcel?" He asks me.

"Yea?" I say and lay my head back a little bit.

"I don't want to sound rude or anything but can I wash your hair out? I like your curls a lot." He says and smiles at me.

I smile and show my dimples. "Yea." I say and we walk into my kitchen. I take my glasses off and stick my head in the sink.

"Well aren't you gonna take your shirt off? You don't wanna get it wet do ya." He says and tugs at the bottom of my white dress shirt.

I hesitate. "I-I don't know... I never let anyone see my body." I admit.

He chuckles. "Come on I already know your secret." He winks at me. "So why not?" He asks.

"I'm scared.." I say quietly.

He turns on the sink. "I get it, Marcel. It's cause I'm gay, right?" He asks me.

I shake my head frantically. "N-no!" I say and take off my vest and start unbuttoning my dress shirt.

He chuckles. "I knew that would get ya." He says and waits for me to take my shirt off.

When I get it unbuttoned I throw it on my counter and wait for Louis to help me wash my hair.

All he does is stand and stare at my body. "Marcel..." He says and walks slowly towards me.

I step back one step so I'm against the counter top. I try to cover my body the best I can. "W-what Louis.." I say and look at him.

His eyes are full of something I see every single night that I go clubbing. I see lust. He takes one more step and slides his arms around my waist. "Your body is so... Sexy." He tells me.

I look at him. He thinks I'm sexy?

The next thing that happened was so unexpected that I slipped on the growing puddle on the floor. We both fell and he landed right one top of me. He quickly gets up. "I'm so sorry Harry!" He helps me up. "I mean Marcel! God I'm sorry! We can wash your hair now and clean this up." He says and turns the sink off.

"Louis..." I grab the towel off of the counter without breaking eye contact. "What just happened?" I ask him.

He shakes his head. "It doesn't matter, Marcel. Can we just forget about that?" He asks me.

I nod and clean up the water mess. "Alright lets wash my hair." I say and he dips my head in the water.

He massages my scalp and gets all of the gel out of my hair.

I grab a dish rag out of a drawer and dry my hair.

Louis chuckles. "I love your curls." He says. We have a moment of silence while staring into eachothers eyes. "Please tell me you felt something, Marcel." He says with pleading eyes.

I nod. "Yes." I slip my shirt back on. "I felt something Louis." I say and grab his hand.

He smiles at me. "Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone that you're Marcel." He says and squeezes my hand.

I smile back. "And your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone that we kissed." I say and he looks kind of sad.

"I would never think of you to be the guy with tattoos. Also you have an amazing body." He tells me.

I give him a small smile. "Thanks." I say. I don't wanna tell him why I have so many tattoos.

"Can I get your number?" He asks me. I nod and hand him my phone. He sends himself a text an then hands it back. "Thanks I'll text you later." He says and smiles.

After a moment of silence, Louis speaks up. "I should get going. Its only 1:35 so I guess I will go back to school. I'll see you tomorrow right?" He asks me.

I nod. "Yea." I say and smile at him.

He nods. "Well I'll just get going now.." He takes small steps to the door.

Before he could open it I grabbed his wrist. "One last kiss." I say and pull him to me. Where did I get so much confidence?

He pushes his lips to mine and we share a short kiss. "Goodbye Marcel." Louis says and opens the door.

"Goodbye Louis." I says then he leaves me.