Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Fourteen

"Mum, it wasn't his fault. He didn't do anything! If you keep accusing him for something that he hasn't done, then I think you should leave for a little bit." I stated, pointing towards the door. She looked at me, shocked. "I'm your mother, Marcel. Don't tell me that I should leave my son just because I have my opinion."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, being careful of the IV in my hand. "You will not blame my boyfriend for my accident. He didn't do anything." 

Then the door opened, revealing a pale looking Louis. I looked at him in confusion. "Why are you so pale, Lou?" He shrugged. He sat on the chair by my hospital bed. He took my hand, and I almost gasped at how cold and shaky it was. "Well, I'm going to get something to drink." My mum huffed out, leaving the room quickly. 

I looked back to Louis. He was just like this when I found that picture of him and that boy. He was all shaky and pale. I decided to bring it up. "I found this picture in your bathroom," He looked at me with wide eyes, "And... and it had you and that boy, but it had some fresh blood on it. And you were in the loo before I found it. Right before, actually. What were you doing?" 

"You wouldn't know, Marcel." I scoffed. I know what he was doing. I'm not stupid. I just want him ot admit it. I've done it sometimes, but I was caught by my cousin and he told me to never do it again. So I haven't since, even though that was only a month ago. The scars are still visible. I'm surprised that Louis hasn't noticed them at all. 

I used to cut on my wrists, but then it turned into my hips and thighs. But I stopped. I sighed and squeezed his hand gently. "I know what you were doing. I just wanted you to say it. But why? Why are you doing it?" He looked at me with wide and tired eyes. 

"I-I... I don't know. I don't want to tell you." My jaw tightened. "And why not? I tell you everything. Wait, no. You force me." I rolled my eyes at the shocked boy. "I'm not telling you something like that, Marcel. I'm sorry."

"Well what if I told you I did it? Would you tell me why then?" 

Louis tried to stutter out a sentence. "N-no you didn't. Please tell me you didn't, Marcel. Please." He begged me, even though I looked away from him. I was never proud of it. But I stopped. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, kissing his knuckles. 

 He sighed and kissed my forehead. "So, have you heard when I'll get out of this hell-hole?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. "I think you'll get out by the end of the week, which is five more days. They just want to keep you in here since it was weird that you didn't have more severe injuries." I shrugged. It really hurt when I felt the impact of the car. But once I woke up here, it only felt like my right side was hurting. 

Now all I have is a fractured ankle and they just found a broken rib, after me complaining that it hurt to breathe. But I want to get out of here. I want to spend time with Louis. 

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Louis' P.O.V

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I naturally flinched. I was relieved to see Harry in front of me. "Why did you do that?" He asked me with a disapproving look? "Do what?" He sighed and shook his head. 

"When he was hit, you yelled out my name, instead of his."  I looked away from the beautiful green eyes. "I-I didn't mean to. He looks so much like you though." 

"Of course he does." I looked up at him in confusion but he shook his head, indicating that he doesn't want to talk about it. "And why are you ruining your body?" A tear slipped down my cheek as he wiped it away quickly. "I-I... it hurts. I miss you so much. I want you to come back." 

"You have Marcel, Lou. But I've told you never to mourn over me. How many times am I going to say that? And when I say don't mourn, that doesn't mean you have an excuse to litter your sides and thighs with scars. And when he's in the same house as you. He's just like me. And if he tells you to stop, you listen to him. It's just like me telling you to stop. But he's more adorable, as I'm the manly one." He joked with me. We laughed quietly in each other's arms.

"Here, keep this." He handed me me the airplane necklace. I gasped. "No, Harry. I can't keep this! You wouldn't even let me touch it!" Harry chuckled at me. He wrapped the necklace around my neck and clasped it. He pulled me into a tight hug as I buried my head into his soft neck. 

I looked up at him. "Can I kiss you?" He gave me a sad smile and shook his head. "You have Marcel to kiss. Not me." I looked down. I do have him. I think I'm starting to love him. 

I wrapped my shaking fingers around the airplane of the silver chain and smiled. "He's such a nice person... I seriously think I'm starting to-." He cut me off with a kiss on the cheek. I blushed and looked down. "You're starting to fall in love with him. I know. I can feel it. You know I'm right there, looking after both of you. Especially him. You need to protect him." I nodded, my fingers still clasped around the necklace.

My cheek burns from where his lips were. But I feel guilty. I feel like I cheated on Marcel. I looked back up to see he wasn't there anymore. Panic ran through my system as I looked all over. "Please! Come back!" But just like all the other times, he never did.

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I woke up in my bed, breathing heavily. I fumbled for the airplane necklace, but finding no luck. I want him back so much. 

I pulled my knees to my chest and cried heavily. I can't deal with this anymore. I can't bear to see him. It hurts me even more.

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