Who Knew [Larcel/Loucel/Larry Stylinson] [ Marcel ] [ Louis Tomlinson ]

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-Louis- 



It was a pretty uneventful week.

Wake up. Go to school. Wait for it to end. Drive Marce home. Go home. Eat dinner. Sleep.

Then repeat every day from Monday-Friday. But since it's Saturday, Marcel and I have plans to just have a casual hang out day.



Just watching some movies at his place with take-out until we fall asleep, really, since neither of us are really in the mood to dress up and head out.



We haven't really talked about the almost kiss that I initiated last Sunday, either.
But its gotta happen sooner or later.



I was already sitting Marcel's couch, watching him as he shuffled through his movies, looking for one for us to watch. I could see from here that he mostly owned cheesy romance movies, and rom-coms.
Cute.



He whipped one off the stand, and pulled Titanic.
"This?" He questioned me, and I shook my head 'no' for like the millionth time.



He's already pulled out Love Actually, My Sister's Keeper, A Walk To Remember, and The Notebook.
God, I wonder if he's trying to get me to cry. Cause from the looks of these movies, he sure is.



"Hmmm, this?" He asked hopefully, holding out Pearl Harbor.
I groaned and smacked the dvd case out of his hands. He frowned at me and picked the case up again, setting it on the rack. "What?" He asked me.



"I'm don't really feel like watching a chick-flick right now." I pouted at him, and shoved him away from the dvd rack, so I could have a look.
I prayed in my head he had something different from his other suggestions.



He huffed and crossed his arms, feigning annoyance towards me.
I almost cooed at how cute he looked, almost.
"Fine, you find a movie then." He told me. And I already was.



I let my fingers trail down all the movies, and stopped once I saw the title on the side of the case.
I pulled it out, shocked to see Marcel hasn't even opened this amazing movie yet!



"Marcel! You haven't even taken the plastic off Fight Club yet! I am disappointed."
He just shrugged at me, and pulled an innocent smile, which made me roll my eyes.



"Well, I know what we're watching." I stated, while tearing the plastic off, and setting the disc into the DVD player. I smiled, hopefully Marce will have a new taste in movies.



~



Well, maybe not. It hasn't been that long into the movie, and Marcel just looks bored, and looked like he was missing his romance movies, so I hit pause on the remote.



He looked over at me, confusion written over his features.
"Oh don't give me that look. You weren't even enjoying the movie." I whined to Marcel. I was hoping he'd enjoy this film as much as I do.



"I was, but I just have something else on my mind also." He told me, looking a bit nervous, probably knowing I was going to question him.
Darn right I was.



"Well, what is it then?" I asked, anxious to return to the movie.
"It's about last Sunday..." He said, and paused. I gave him a hand motion that signaled 'go on'. So he did.
"Well, eh..uh, why did you go to kiss me, Lou?" 



I smiled, "You called me Lou! How cute!" I exclaimed to him, and he narrowed his eyebrows.
"Don't avoid the question." Marce said, and I sighed, looking over at him to where he was seated next to me on the couch.



"I dunno. I think I might like you Marce, well actually, I know I do, yeah." I said quickly, reaching for the remote to un pause the moving, trying to avoid awkwardness. 



Marce slapped my hand away from the remote, and he took it in his hand, holding it away from me. 
"You like... Me?" He looked really confused. 
"Am I being like, punk'd or something? Minus the whole 'being a celebrity' part." I just shook my head, laughing a bit at how he thought I was pranking him.



"No, I'm serious. I just figured it out recently actually." I said, not holding back.
I'm pretty open and honest with my feelings, not really bothering to hide them. I really am an open book.



He nodded and spoke to me quietly.
"I like you too, Louis." which I barely caught, since it was almost un audible.
I smiled and moved myself into his lap, and I took the remote from his hand, and pressed play.



The movie began again, and Marcel looked like he was in a daze.
I shrugged it off, and and turned myself in his lap so I was facing him.
"What's got you all out-of-it?" I asked him, and he looked at him with a blush covering his cheeks.



"Thinking about how you actually like me. Like, I really am a nobody, I'm unsocial, not very appealing to the eye, everything opposite of you. So why would you lik-mfffffgghh." He tried to finish, but was cut off by my lips on his. 



"You're none of those. Don't think so low of yourself, yeah?" He nodded, looking a bit sheepish.



"Good." I said, and leaned down to lightly kiss him once more.
I pulled back, and resumed the movie, again. Marcel had wrapped his arms around my small waist, and I snuggled into him while paying as much attention to the movie as I could. 



"One rule of fight club, don't talk about fight club."



"But he's talking about fight club..." Marcel interrupted.
"Oh shut up, you. Just watch." I told him, and he frowned.
"Fine, fine." He mumbled, and I leaned back into him more.



"Do you like this movie yet?" I asked him.
"You just told me to shut up, and now you're talking." He said, teasing me.
"Whatever, do you?" 
He nodded at me. "It's alright."



"Better than your girly movies." I mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing at all." I said, smiling sweetly up at him.



He scoffed and rolled his eyes. 
"Sure, Lou, sure."



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Welp. Here's chapter number twelve. I think. 
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OKAY SO I HAD TO RE UPLOAD THIS CAUSE IT WAS MADE ONLY AVALIABLE TO ME AND MY FOLLOWERS? ugh idk why. i didnt change anything, i apologizeee for not noticing. next chapter will also be up tomorrow.

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