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

Cousins & Couches

-Louis-

I still feel pretty bad about what happened with Marcel, but we worked it out. I should have just told him. Well, at least that’s over.

Marce told me that his cousin is coming to live with him, her name is Nicole, and she’s in her first year of uni, but that she’s coming to live with him basically because Marcel’s mum feels bad for never being able to spend time with her only child.

So Marcel and I were sat on the steps in front of his house, waiting for Nicole to show up.

I was still a little wary about this, because she’s a girl and I don’t know her at all, but Marcel seems over-joyed because she’s his ‘favourite cousin that he hasn’t seen in so long.’, so I should trust him on this.

After about fifteen more minutes, a silver van pulled into the Style’s driveway, and Marcel bolted up and to the van.

He opened the door, and outstepped a girl I estimate to be about 5’8, with dark brown hair. She looked a little like Harry, but she had grey eyes.

She hauled out a couple bags and suitcases and set them on the ground, and turned around to pull Marce into her arms and hug him. He pulled back and looked at me, and motioned me over. So I stood up from the step and brushed my pants off, and walked over to them with my hands in my pocket.

I took one out and held it out in front of myself for Nicole to shake.

“Nicole.” She said, taking my hand and giving it a loose shake. I dropped my hand and went to open my mouth to introduce myself, but she cut me off.

“Yes yes, you must be Louis. Marcel calls me every other day and just goes on and on about you.” She said, and looked over at Marcel to smirk at him.

Marcel was blushing, and I think he tried to play it off nonchalantly, but it didn’t work. I wrapped my arm around his waist and held him closely to my side. He looked down and smiled sheepishly, his curls falling down into the front of his face.

“Yeah? Good things I hope?” I asked Nicole.

“Nothing but.” She said. “But wow, Marcel you look a lot different.”

“Yeah, you have Louis to thank for that.”

She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything more.

“Well, let’s go inside. It’s a bit cold out here. Marcel and I will get the rest of your stuff from the van.” I told her. She smiled at me and nodded, and brought a few bags herself into the house.

Marcel and I got the rest in two separate trips back to the car, and for a girl, she didn’t have much brought along with her.

“You’ll be staying in the guest room till you move back out, just make yourself at home. We never have guests, anyway.” Marcel told Nicole.

“I’m gonna call the boys and they can help you set up, yeah?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Ooh, boysss!” She squealed, which made Marcel groan.

“Oh no, please don’t, Nicole.” He begged her.

She just waved him off and shrugged, and turned back to me.

“Boys, huh? What are their names? Same age as me? I’m eighteen, by the way.” She told me.