Opposites Attract (Marcel&Louis Stylinson)

Chapter 56

Louis' POV

I helped Marcel change. He was shaking as the cold air started to kick in. Liam set up the tent for us then went to join those four dudes and Niall at the bonfire.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I helped Mar with the sleeves of his shirt.

We were sat on the blankets, keeping us cozy and warm.

"Mmhm," He quietly nodded.

After putting on his shirt, I pulled a warm sweatshirt over him. I handed him a pair of sweatpants to complete his look. His hair was still wet with those beautiful curly locks.

"What are you smiling at?" He shakily asked, gripping onto the hot tea mug.

"Nothing," I smirked, tossing his wet clothes into a plastic bag, "It's just.. you're so cute."

"Stop it," He blushed, slightly biting his bottom lip.

"Then stop being so cute," I teased, poking his dimple.

"Lou.." He smiled.

We sat criss crossed in front of each other, our knees touching. At this point, the sun went away and the moon came out. The stars twinkled in the sky. Lighting came from bonfires and sweet, peaceful music played. Everyone was out, singing, dancing, laughing, and chatting around the fire as Marcel and I stayed in the tent.. happily alone.

I pulled him closer to me. He set down his mug and met my eyes again. I stared at his red, plump lips and found my heart racing.

"Louis Tomlinson," He smirked, "Do you wish to kiss me?"

I didn't break contact with his lips as I whispered,

"More than anything."

He leaned into closer to my face, still smirking.

"Then do so," He mumbled.

"Someone's brave," I chuckled.

Before I could fully lean in for our lips to meet, Niall poked his head in,

"Hey lads!"

Marcel quickly sat back and stuttered, "Ni- Niall!"

"What's going on?" Niall excitedly questioned.

"Nothing," I shot him a mean look, "Nothing anymore."

"Well Liam and I are about to play truth or dare with our awesome new pals!"

"And?" I raised my eyebrows.

"And we want you guys to join!"

"No, we don't wa-" I started to reply.

"Okay!" Marcel eagerly answered, "Sounds like fun!"

"Mmhm!" Niall smiled.

"We'll meet you out there," Mar smiled back.

"Okay!" Niall nodded before leaving.

I looked back at Marcel with a pout face. He laughed and squeezed my cheek,

"It'll be fun."

"That bastard, Luke, pushed you into the lake and you want to play truth or dare with him?!" I almost shouted.

Marcel seemed a bit scared, "Oh right.."

I rubbed my face in frustration before scooting closer to him. I took a hold of his hand and dragged him out of the tent. I walked him over to the bonfire they sat around and paused,

"I will do whatever you want," I stated, "But if this shit leads to you getting hurt then we'll stop playing, okay?"

He looked like a cute, little kitten in the oversized sweatshirt and pants.

"Okay," He nodded.

We both sat down on the two empty chairs. I made sure our seats were impossibly close so I could hold his hand and keep him warm.

"Glad you guys could join us," Liam smiled while putting an arm around Niall.

Niall, however, was too busy staring at Ashton.

"I love your dimples," Niall complimented.

"Thanks.." Ashton seemed a bit creeped out, "I.. uh.. like your hair."

"Really?!" Niall bounced in his seat.

"Yeah.." Ashton nervously laughed, scooting a bit further away from Niall and closer to Calum.

"Ready to play?" Michael smiled.

Luke sat across from me. His stare was disturbing and I hope he knows that I hate him.

"Alright!" Niall started off, "Ashton! Truth or dare?"

"Of course he'd pick you," Calum giggled.

"Shut up," Ashton nudged him, "Uh.. dare."

"I dare you to.." Niall contemplated, "Let me join the band!"

"NO!" Luke threw a marshmallow at Niall's face.

Everyone broke out into hysterical laughter except for Luke and I.

"But.. but.." Niall pleaded.

"Babe," Liam comforted him, trying not to laugh, "It's okay. I'm here, I love you."

Niall leaned into Liam's touch and pouted, "This is not the craic."

"Okay okay," Michael stopped laughing to speak, "Ashton, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Ashton rolled his eyes.

"I dare you to.." Michael looked around and spotted someone, "Talk to that girl over there and get her number."

"Who?" Ashton curiously searched.

"Her," Michael pointed, "The girl with the blonde hair."

Ashton stood up and began walking, "Fine."

We all watched him.

"Hi," He approached her, "It's nice to meet you."

"Hi," She smiled, "Um.. nice to meet you too."

"I'm Ashton," He smiled, showing off his dimples, "What's your name?"

"Meagan," She answered.

She had gorgeous green eyes and a few freckles.

"Meagan," He blushed, "You're really pretty."

She chuckled and thanked him, "Aren't you in that band? Um.. five minutes of.. winter or something?"

Michael, Luke, and Calum started laughing. Niall angrily stood up before crossing his arms, and shouting,

"IT'S FIVE SECONDS OF SUMMER!"

Meagan and Ashton both looked over at Niall, startled.

"Who's that?" She asked.

"Um.." Ashton mumbled, "Our biggest fan."

"Sit down!" Luke demanded.

Liam pulled Niall down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Marcel adorably giggled as he pulled his legs up on his chair to hug his knees. I smiled at him in fondness before asking,

"Are you cold?"

"I'm okay," He giggled some more, "Are you cold?"

I leaned in and kissed his cheek, "I'm okay too."

Our attention focused back on Ashton and the girl.

"Sorry about that," He apologized to her.

"It's okay," She chuckled, "I'm sorry for getting the name wrong."

"It's okay," He shyly shrugged, "It's a good thing you're adorable."

"Oh," She blushed, "Thank you.. I um.. I really like your accent, it's a really cute accent."

He put his hand on the back of his neck, trying to look cool, "Well.. maybe you should give me your number or something.. so I can call you and uh.. I'll say anything you want with my cute accent."

"Very smooth," She laughed, "Here, give me your phone."

He handed her his phone and she jotted in her number.

Before she could walk away, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. She looked back at him, confused.

"I uh.." He stuttered, "I ne- need a picture of you."

"Oh but.. I look horrible," Meagan insecurely tugged on the ends of her shirt.

"Hey," He took a hold of her hand, "Don't ever say that. You're beautiful."

With those words, he snapped a picture of her. They took a few more minutes to say good-bye. As they both separated, Ashton took a few more glances at her until she was fully out of sight.

"We told you to get her number," Calum smirked, "Not fall in love."

"Sorry," Ashton nervously sat down, "Did you see how she looked at me?"

"What?" Michael laughed.

"Do you think she likes me?"

"Why do you care?" Luke questioned.

"Uh.. nothing," Ashton brushed him off, "Just get on with the game."

He pulled out his phone and stared at it. Most likely looking at her picture and deciding if he should text her or not.

"Hey," Marcel said to him, "Don't worry. Just be yourself."

"Okay," Ashton smiled before nodding.

"Ash!" Luke called out, "It's your turn."

"Oh okay," Ash replied, "Michael, truth or dare?"

"Dare of course," Michael answered.

"Okay um.. I dare you to pretend to be british and talk to that girl over there and uh.. weird her out."

"Why does it always have to involve a girl?" Luke rolled his eyes.

"Alright!" Michael stood up and walked over to a girl with wavy brown hair.

"Hello!" He brightly waved at her, faking a british accent.

His posture was odd and dorky.

"Hi.." She waved back.

"The name's Michael," He jumped like a ninja, "But you, pretty young thang, can call me Mikey!"

"Uhh.." She slowly backed away.

"Stop! In the name of love," He sang.

She swallowed hard and blinked to see if this was really happening or not. The rest of us were laughing our arses off.

"What's your name?" He oddly surrounded her.

"So- Sofia.." She stuttered.

"Sofia," He repeated, "I like that."

Accidentally, he made her trip over his foot. He landed on top of her, making us all stand up in shock.

Ashton quickly ran over to them and helped Sofia up. Michael embarrassingly backed away.

"I'm so sorry love," Ash apologized, "He didn't mean to do that. It's all my fault. I dared him and I-"

"It's okay," She immediately responded, "You're really cute."

"Oh," He backed away, "Thanks."

She had a dimple to match him and pretty blue eyes. Wow, that's two girls so far that have fallen for Ash.

"We better get going," Ashton tugged Michael's arm.

Michael stopped in front of her, looking a bit hurt, "I'm sorry.."

"It's fine," She replied.

Sofia started to walk away but his words stopped her,

"You're really beautiful."

"What?" She turned around.

"Oh.. I just said you're really beautiful."

"Um.. thank you," She grew flustered.

He awkwardly walked away and said to us,

"Girls always like Ashton better.. why couldn't she like me instead?"

He sat down beside Calum who comforted him,

"It's okay Mikey, I like you."

"Okay, no more talking to girls," Luke spoke, "It's my turn."

"Actually it's Michael's turn," Liam corrected.

"No no it's fine," Michael replied, "Luke can go."

Luke instantly looked over at Marcel and smirked. Mar slipped down on his seat a little bit, hiding his face behind his knees. My grip on him tightened and my eyes pierced at Luke's.

"Marcel," The bastard mischeviously smiled, "Truth or dare?"

Marcel swallowed hard before answering, "Truth."

"Aw come on, Mar!" Niall acknowledged, "Dare is much more fun!"

"Shut up Niall," I loudly demanded.

"Hmmph," Niall leaned back on Liam.

"Sorry," Liam mouthed to me.

I looked over at Marcel who looks like he was about to cry.

"Hey hey," I rubbed his cheek, "You can choose 'truth' baby, it's perfectly fine."

"Fine," Luke rolled his eyes, "Truth for the wimp."

Marcel tightened up and sat properly, "Never mind, I choose dare."

"Really?" Calum raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah," He nodded, "It's not a big deal."

"Okay then," Luke smirked again, "I dare you to kiss me."

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Zayn's POV

"Then Louis told those jocks that it was all a lie and a joke in the parking lot," I continued.

"That's terrible!" Ani replied.

I've been telling Ani the events that occured in Marcel and Louis' relationship for the past hours. I'm surprised I know and remember this much.

"But I made him fix the problem and of course, your papa forgave him."

"Papa always forgives daddy, right?"

"Always. And daddy always forgives papa."

"Have daddy or papa ever been with anyone else?"

"Well," I had to think, "Actually, Louis did date a girl before dating Marcel."

"Really? Can you tell me about her?"

"She was barely his girlfriend. Um, I met her twice. She had short blonde hair and a mean attitude. I think he was confused about his sexuali-... I mean, on who he likes. So he was just dating her to see if he.. liked girls or not."

"Why is it such a big deal?" She innocently asked, "Can't daddy like boys?"

"Of course he can," I smiled, "He can like whoever he wants."

"Then why does Will's grandparents care so much?"

"Well," I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "I don't really know, Ani. To them, they see two males who shouldn't love each other because of religious reasons that are interpreted differently. To me, I just see two people who are very in love."

"Me too," She smiled, "I can see it too."

"Good."

Her eyes started to close and she sighed, "I just hope no one will try to take them away from each other."

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Marcel's POV

Ki- Kiss?! Did he just dare me to.. KISS him?!

"Wha- what?" I asked.

"Dude," Calum looked over at Luke, "What are you doing?"

"Did you just-" Michael's jaw dropped a bit.

Louis slowly started to stand, his fists balled up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lou's voice became deep and strictly coherent.

Luke stood up as well and smirked, "You heard me. I dare your husband, Marcel, to kiss me."

"Listen here kid," Louis began, "First of all, you're like a little immature kid and he's a man. Second of all, you forced him to jump into the lake and pushed him in and now you have the audacity to want him to kiss you? Third of all, he's married. To me. I can bust your face up so badly, you'll wish you were never born. And lastly," Louis paused, "You're a fucked up bastard and I hate you."

That was all it took for Luke to rush over to Lou and throw a strong punch. Louis didn't hesitate to punch back and soon they were fiercely hitting each other. My heart raced and I jumped up,

"Louis! Louis! Please stop!"

Liam and Niall tried to pull Louis away from Luke while Calum, Ashton, and Michael tried to pull Luke off of Louis. Both of their noses and lips were bloody.

"You shithead!" Louis shouted.

"Get off of him Luke!" I cried.

The boys managed to pull Luke off of Lou and my heart eased a bit.

"Louis," I fell to the ground and hugged him, "I'm so sorry."

Liam gently took me off of Lou and carried him up. Niall took a hold of my hand and hoisted me up. Li carried Louis back to our tent and settled him in.

"I'm sorry this got out of hand," Niall apologized, "We'll leave you guys alone for tonight."

"Thanks Niall," I wiped my tears and nodded.

Liam got out of the tent and pulled me in for a hug, "Luke's probably just confused right now if you know what I mean. We'll keep him away from you two. Take good care of Louis."

They both walked away and I quickly climbed into the tent. I zipped it up and let out a heavy breath. I turned around to see my husband, still as beautiful as ever.

I searched through my backpack with the mini first aid kit that I gladly brought. Louis started groaning.

"Hold on Lou," I could barely see through my tears, "Hold on."

I opened the kit and took out some sponges to wipe the blood. I gently patted his wounds, making sure to be fragile.

"Damn," He mumbled, "That hurts."

"Stay still."

My tears dropped onto his chin and I quickly wiped them off. I used the sleeves of my sweatshirt to wipe my eyes, reminding myself that I must concentrate on him and his wounds.

His right hand was brought up to my face and his eyes fluttered open,

"Don't cry."

I turned on the portable lamp for better lighting and grabbed a sanitizing wipe to clean up the rest of the blood. His left under eye was quite bruised. He stared at me as I finished up.

"I'm sorry," He choked out, "I'm really sorry."

"I'm the sorry one.. it's all my fault for changing it to 'dare.'"

He slowly sat up and rested his forehead on mine,

"No one can have you, but me. Not Luke, not Travis, not that crazy chick from my graduation day, not anyone."

I couldn't help but giggle a little bit, "I'm yours, Lou."

"You're mine," He stated, "You're mine, mine, mine."

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Louis' POV

Our lips clashed together. I rose up a bit, kneeling. Marcel's face tilted up to keep our lips together while placing his hands on my lower back and pulling me in. Both of my hands came up to cup his face. Our actions heated up and I was soon straddling him. He sat in between my thighs, moaning into my lips.

"Shit," I muttered, desperately rocking my hips.

Marcel was careful not to put pressure on my damaged face. Though, I didn't mind the pain. I didn't mind anything at the moment. I just wanted him.

Mar slowly laid on his back. My hands rested down so his head remained in between them. His long legs sprawled out and my knees touched the ground. I continued to straddle him, slowly. His large hands ran up and down my back, then he gripped onto my sweater.

I opened my eyes to look at him. He looked seventeen again. So pure, so young, so innocent.

"You're so beautiful," I commented.

"Louis.."

I immediately stripped off my clothes. Then, I helped him with his. His body shivered due to the cold atmosphere. I hovered over top of him and pulled a blanket up to protect us from the chilly air.

"Louis.." He whispered.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"We haven't.. um.. we haven't done this in.. a while.. and," I could tell he was blushing, "Have.. have we got a lube?"

"Are you nervous?" I smirked.

"Ner- nervous? No- not at all.."

I leaned down and kissed his forehead, "We don't need a lube, baby. I want to feel you. I want to feel every bit of you."

My hips rocked and his motion started to catch up with mine.

"Say it," I demanded in his ear before sucking his neck.

He moanded into my collarbone, "Sa- say what?"

"That you're mine."

"Lou- Louis.."

"Say it."

I thrusted, hard. Causing him to whimper.

"Say it," I repeated.

"I'm yo- yours," He muttered.

Another thrust,

"Shout it."

"Louis.."

"Shout it, Marcel."

My mouth reached his and I bit his bottom lip, "Shout it."

He's so close to coming, I can tell. His eyes closed shut, his lungs out of breath, his cheeks rosey red, his hands gripping my bum, and body tensed up.

"I'm yours," He choked out.

"Louder," I pleaded.

He took a deep breath before shouting, "I'm yours!"

I couldn't help but smile. I leaned up and kissed his forehead before rolling over and laying on my back, beside him.

He curled up and rested his head on my chest. The blanket drooped over our heated bodies.

"Louis," He spoke.

"Yes, Marcy?"

"Isn't it nice here?"

"Yeah."

"We haven't been alone in a while."

"Mmhm," I nodded.

"We should have more alone time. You know? So we don't get too stressed out over things. So we don't go crazy. It's been insane lately. Don't you think?"

"Marcel, if you're afraid that we're losing each other then you're completely wrong, okay? I love you more than you could ever imagine. I know that's cheesy and sappy but I really do."

"I know, I love you too. I'm just saying," He snorted, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could go back in time? Back to when we were teenagers? Like.. your graduation night. That night I told you that.. I wanted you, that I was ready."

"That was a good night," I smiled.

"Oh gee wiz."

"What's wrong?"

"We haven't called Ani."

He began to sit up but I pulled him back down, "Stay."

He didn't argue with me. Annoyingly, his phone started to ring.

"I'll get it for you," I suggested, "It's probably Ani."

"Okay," He nodded.

He moved his head over to his own pillow, allowing me to sit up. I dug through his backpack and found his phone.

I stared at the caller ID in anger.

"Is is our little girl?" Mar asked.

A text was received after I didn't answer the call. I opened the message.

Marcel. Call me back when you can, please. I miss you.


I gripped the phone before turning it off and shoving it back into his bag. Marcel sat up with a confused look,

"Who was it, Lou?"

I met his eyes and answered,

"Travis."