Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Sixteen

Marcel's P.O.V

Once I got home, I climbed the stairs and sat on my bed, crying. But only a few hours later, I went down towards the kitchen, I stopped short to hear my mum talking to someone. "Louis, it's your choice to tell him. But I'm not going to be the one to tell my son about-." She stopped talking and I craned my neck from behind the wall to see her talking on the phone.

"Are you being serious when you're asking me this?" I quickly snapped my head back behind the wall. "You don't understand. I never had the courage to tell him. Once his father left, I just couldn't find any reason to tell him." She stopped, obviously waiting for a response from Louis.What aren't they telling me?

"You told him what?! It would've been easier if you just told him about H-." She stopped from what I heard and then she scoffed. "Why can't I say his name? It's not like Marcel will hear. He's up in his room probably sleeping." 

She kept trying to say something until she finally sighed. "Fine, but you've already ruined one of their lives, don't mess with his." She hung up and my eyes widened as I quickly limped to the stairs, realizing that I didn't have my crutches. I reached the stairs and made my way up the stairs before she could say me. I closed my bedroom door.

What does she even mean? Louis hasn't ruined a life. I don't think. Did he even cheat on me? She said it would've been easier to tell him about what I'm guessing is Harry. But who is he? Is he that lad in those pictures? 

I'm so confused. I shook my head just as the bedroom door opened. I looked up to my mum smiling. "Hi, honey." I mumbled a 'hi' as she sat down on the bed with me. "You need to go talk to him." I nodded, even though I was still a little hurt. "And I mean you should go talk to him now. He's coming over anyway." My eyes widened and I shook my head. 

"Why? He apparently cheated on me." I mumbled. She sighed and patted my knee. "He needs to talk to you. That's why he's picking you up and you guys are going back to his house." I sighed, giving in that I won't have a choice. "Fine. What time will he-." I was cut off by three loud knocks to the door. She smiled sadly at me as she waited for me to get my crutches and we both made our way downstairs. 

She walked to the front door and opened it to Louis. He looked like he's been crying. I was probably looking the same, with my hair still curly and my glasses making me look more stupid. "I need to talk. Let's go back to mine." I nodded and made sure not to fall down from the large step to the front porch. I waved to my mum before getting into Louis' car. He got in along with me and started driving.

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"So are you going to talk to me or are we just going to sit here?" I asked, as we both sat on the white couch. He sighed and finally turned to me. He got up and walked towards the bathroom and came back with the familiar picture frame. He smiled slightly down at the picture as he sat by me. "This was my favorite picture of me and him." I nodded as he looked at me. 

"You want to know why I'm like this?" I nodded, even though I knew it was going to be tough for him to explain. "I was never liked among people. Especially when I was in high school. I would always get pushed or hit and nobody really cared. But then I met him," He pointed to the curly haired lad in the picture, "He stood up for me. He was there for me when I was being bullied. He always told me that it doesn't matter what I looked like, because to him I was adorable. I had these glasses that were just like regular glasses. They were black and rectangular and my clothing style was okay. I wore red, blue, green, or brown chines all the time with a plain shirt or stripes. He told me I looked amazing like that." 

"What is his name?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. He looked up at me with teary eyes and strangled, "Harry." I nodded, feeling a pain go through my chest about earlier. "He was older than me. He was two years older than me. When I was a Senior in high school, he was twenty and working at a bakery. The one that you work at. We were together for four years. I was just starting my second year in high school when he asked to be my boyfriend. We were together for four years and he was always defending me, protecting me. But then something happened." 

He stopped and put his head in his hands, wiping the tears away from his eyes. "You don't have to tell me." I put my hand to the small of his back. He shook his head. "No. I should tell you. What happened was... was that he went to a family party type thing and," He let out a quiet sob, "And I was beaten, raped...

"I was just w-walking home, and then it all happened. Th-then he was gone for a three days with family and I threw everything away. I was disgusting. I threw everything away that had bright colors. My trousers, the striped shirts, the bright purple beanies, everything. He came home and asked me why I was dressed in all black. H-he tried to kiss me and hug me, but i-it was too much." 

My heart broke. Louis shouldn't have that kind of treatment. "Then h-he stopped talking to m-me because I t-totally changed. I kn-knew he was hurting as m-much as me." I grabbed his hand and ran my thumb over the smooth skin soothingly. "I-I went to his house a-and found him, h-hanging from his ceiling fan. H-he wrote me a n-note and-and..." I stopped him and brought his head to my chest. 

"I just wanted to know who he was. But can I ask you something else?" He nodded as he clung to me like a little kid. I took a deep breath as I saw the picture of them beside him. "Why do I look so much like him?" He went rigid against me and looked up at me. 

"I-I think y-you should ask Anne..." I looked down. "Can you please tell me?" 

"No, Marcel." He growled, getting up from the couch and pacing the room back and forth. I got up as well, trying to get his attention. "Just tell me!" I exasperatedly groaned, feeling frustration build up more and more. 

"I'm not going to tell you something that could possibly change your life!" He yelled at me as he stopped pacing to look at me. "Who in the fuck is it going to change my life?!" 

"It just will..." 

"What in the hell is wrong with you?! You can't tell me why I look like him?! That's fucking sad. All I wanted to know how-." I was cut off by him screaming out in frustration. 

"Fine! You want to know why you look like him?! He's your fucking older brother?! Damn! Are you motherfucking happy now?!"

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That is such a short chapter and such a bad excuse of a cliffhanger but.... WHO DOESN'T LOVE LARRY/LOUCEL DRAMA?!? I'M IN LOVE WITH IT!

So I'm like... sick againnn! It aint fair! But I get to write Larry!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of those exclamation points were useless.

So I have a new story up and it's called Oblivious and it's a Larry book!! Go check it out because I am about to post the first chapter!!!

Well, I need to go blow out my fucking brains. hahaha!! XD

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