Love Uncovered (Larcel/Loucel AU)

Chapter 6

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Louis’ POV  

“Louis, oh god.” Marcel’s angsty moans and pleas rang throughout the white walls of my bedroom. I ran my hands through his undone curls kissing his swollen lips with absolute passion. He broke the kiss and let out a low sigh. “Babe why can’t we just do this all the time?” I answered him by pressing my lips back to his and he tugged at my own fringe, making my jeans seem tighter than before. My hands wandered up and down his chest as he locked his hands behind my back, pulling me closer making the space between us non-existent. I felt him kiss down my jaw, all the way to the sweet spot at the base of my neck. He nibbled on the area, being sure to leave a mark. “I want you so bad Marcel.” I said with heavy breaths. “I know babe.” I leaned in to continue our heated kiss, but suddenly his light eyes went wide and he straightened his back, stumbling backwards. I watched his expression fill with fear and his eyes scramble down my body and stop at my arms. “L-Louis I can’t.” He said with quivering lips. He let out a small sob and ran out of my room. With many more sobs, I heard the front door to my flat slam shut. I looked down at my arms and screamed.

Dark, thick blood was running down from the cuts on my wrists all the way to my beige carpet, turning it a dark shade of red. Every single one of my scars had opened up and blood was pulsing out of them. I began to see black spots in the corner of my eyes as my knees went weak and gave out…

    My body jolted upright in my bed, and I found myself desperately gasping for air. What the bloody hell kind of dream was that? I shook my arms from my sheets frantically and looked at my scars, they were still there, memories and all. But this time there was no blood dripping from them. I reached my hand up and combed my fingers through my disheveled hair, trying to calm myself down. I glanced down at my pillow and wiped away the damp tear stains. Marcel isn’t even yours, why does he matter so much to you? That night was just because you were drunk, Louis. I kept trying to convince myself that it didn’t mean anything at all… But it had all felt so right. Marcel made me feel safe, like he could hold me in his lap and everything that ever hurt me could just go away. But at the same time, I felt dangerous with him, mostly because if I was ever seen with him Zayn would kill me with out any warning. He is just the school nerd, I have a reputation I have worked extremely hard to gain and Marcel, of all people, was not going to ruin it from me.

Marcel’s POV

    ‘And in theory...’ My mind was running at a million miles per hour and my hand was sore from writing my paper for honors english. I was glad I had school today, school was actually a relief from the past few days. All I could think about was Louis. How could I have been so stupid? I knew I was not the type to let myself be so careless! So what had gotten into me? I thought back for to Saturday for what seemed like the millionth time. All we had done was kissed, but it felt like more to me. However, I could be wrong. I mean, Louis was my first real, passionate kiss, but to him it meant nothing? I found that hard to believe, especially because I could feel the undeniable sense of secrecy throughout his features.

The echoing of the school bell resounded throughout the school. I picked up my things, and power-walked through the bland halls until I reached my next class. Great, this was the one class I had with Louis and I could already see him settled in his usual seat directly behind mine. I strode over to his seat and said “Wow, look who’s early for once.” and shot him a wide grin. A bold move on my part, we haven’t spoken since that night. He turned his head to look up at me and his eyes glistened with… Fear? Hate? Lust? Then his face twisted into a sly grin and he replied rather loudly, “Just for you, Styles!” He chuckled with a incredibly sexy rasp and all eyes in the room turned to me at the sound of Louis’ voice saying my name. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, he knows I hate attention. There were hushed laughs and the instructor walked in, silencing the class.

The rest of the day went by slowly and painfully. I would walk pass Louis in the halls and everything seemed to be in slow motion whenever he would glance at me with those ocean blue eyes. I felt the strongest urge to just kiss him again right in the middle of the halls. I would occasionally glimpse back and watch his gorgeous hips sway while he walked. Sinful thoughts were coursing through my brain on the walk home as I felt a rough push from behind. I stumbled forward and spun around. The only thing I saw was bronze skin and a black quiff when I felt a punch in the gut, causing me to double over in pain. “Damn it, Zayn just leave me alone!” I shouted.

“Shut up! Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.” He said into my ear. I winced and felt a kick to my side and I fell onto my shoulder, pulling myself into fetal position. I heard Zayn’s hoarse laugh and a tear fell from my eyes. I’ve always been taught to fight back, and I wanted to, but I could never bring myself to inflict any type of pain upon people.  

“Zayn! Oh my god Zayn what the hell!” Louis’ shouts bounced off the walls of the back alley and I felt my heart immediately calm and steady out. He ran up to us and grabbed the back of Zayn’s arm. His sad blue eyes stared down at me, curled up on the cement. “Louis where the fuck have you been? This prick has an attitude today.” Zayn stated and Louis looked at him with disgust.

“Zayn we should go…”

“I’m not done with this fag yet Lou.”

“Yes you are! I’m sorry Zayn but he does not fucking deserve this! Just leave him!” Louis’ harsh voice frightened me and I stared up at him in astonishment. Zayn also was looking at him with a mix of emotions playing in his features. Why was Louis doing this for me? Louis caught me staring and pulled me up from the floor. His hands felt warm on my arms and his release left me with a chill. “Are you serious Louis?” Zayn shouted, obviously not understanding Louis was defending me. But Louis shoved him out of the way and proceeded to grab the back of my bicep, leading me out of the alley and into his beat-up Toyota. He walked around to the driver’s side and I spoke up. “Louis, I can’t get in this car with you.” I wasn’t just going to let him take me to who-knows-where. “Seriously? Marcel I just helped you from getting your arse beat and you won’t get into a bloody car?” A small smirk played on his lips and I couldn’t refuse. I opened the door and sat down, inhaling the scent of cigarettes and vodka. Zayn began to shout at us as louis slowly pulled out of the parking lot.

"What the bloody hell Louis?! You faggots!" Zayn yelled, with an obvious scowl displayed.

At the words faggot, Louis cringed, but he continued to act as if the word was never spoken.

For the duration of the drive Louis was completely silent. He had a firm grip on the wheel, the sound of some heavy metal band playing on the radio. As we approached a stop sign he abruptly broke the silence.

”You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Uh. Well, I would’ve been just fine, but thank you.” He rolled his eyes at my comment and continued to speed ahead, turning up the radio so that the ungodly sound of men screaming while bashing on drums, flooded through the windows.