Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Twenty

Louis' P.O.V

I was walked into a room with four steel chairs and a matching table in the center. The officers guiding me numbly to one of the chairs and sat me down then sitting across from me. "We know you did it." One stated simply. I looked down, not saying a word. 

"Would you like to tell us what happened, Mr. Tomlinson. We're trying to make this easier for everyone. We're not going to be rude, we just need the facts. The true facts." I sighed, keeping my gaze on my lap.

"M-my boyfriend, Marcel, ran out of th-the house and I was running after him and f-found the man about to r-rape him..." The woman nodded and wrote something quickly down. "A-and I found him and th-that's when me and the g-guy got into a f-fight." 

They both stood up and headed out of the room. The man in the blue shirt that was silent the whole time turned to me said, "We'll be back shortly." I nodded, looking straight in front of me with a numb glance. I want to see Marcel.

Marcel's P.O.V

 "Now Marcel. What all happened that night?" The nice lady asked, rubbing a small hand on my shoulder. I wiped the tears out of my eyes. "M-me and Louis had a-a fight and I r-ran out and onto this street. The m-man-."

"Kevin Anderson." She interrupted. "Yea, Kevin Anderson... h-he was drunk a-and h-he grabbed me and st-started t-taking me clothes off." She stopped me with her hand and wrote something down until meeting my eyes in a hard stare.

"Did Louis hurt Mr. Anderson?" I didn't answer her. If I told her, they would have Louis sent to prison. I wouldn't be able to kiss him, or hug him, or do anything. But if I don't, we both could be in trouble. 

"Styles, did he or did he not hurt Kevin Anderson. If you don't say anything truthfully, you will be an ally in the murder." I ran a hand over my face after I took off my glasses. 

"Yes, okay... he did hurt him. But only in self defense." I mumbled, taking a quick glance at her. Her eyebrow raised and her lips puckered. "Self defense? So Mr. Anderson hit Louis first and Louis tried to stop it by doing the same to protect himself?" She inquired, waiting expectantly for my answer.

Maybe she'll believe me. If I just say that Louis tried to get him off of me and the man hit him first and tried to tackle him, maybe Louis can get out of trouble. "Yes... he uh, he saw what Mr. Anderson was uh... doing and he tried to pull him off but then the man hit him and tried to... tackle him."

"We'll look further into the investigation." She stated, standing up and walking out, only to let another person walk in the interrogation room. I gasped as I felt arms wrap around me tightly. "Louis..." I mumbled weakly, burying my head into his neck. 

"Marcel, please forgive me. I'm so sorry." I shook my head and faced him. I pressed my lips to his quickly, trying to get the taste of it in my mouth again. I could feel his warm tears hit my flushed cheeks as we moved our lips fiercely together. I put my shaking hands through his hair, pulling his head closer to mine. I could feel his tongue press against my lips, making me open my mouth.

He sat on my lap, feeling up and down my sides as his tongue wrapped around mine. I was getting distracted, we need to talk about what's happening. I pulled away reluctantly, putting my hands on his petite shoulders. He looked at me with sad eyes as I took a deep breath.

"Lou, we need to talk." He looked down at his lap and nodded. "But Marcel, what are we going to do? I killed the man, but I don't know what happened I just-." I cut him off with another kiss, remembering that they might have cameras in here. 

"You did it in self defense." I mumbled. He looked at me confusedly. "But I-." I kissed him once more. "You did it in self defense, Louis. Don't blame your self for it." He laced his hands through my limp hair and pressed his lips against mine in a melting kiss. I fluttered my eyes close and brushed my lips with his. But I needed to ask him a question. I pulled away but he attached his lips to my neck.

"Louis, do you only love me because of Harry?" He snapped his head up towards me, tears clouding my eyes. "I love you for you. I love Harry for Harry. I don't love either of you because of your looks. I... I love you but I still love Harry too." He sighed, joining our hands together.

"But he's not... not here anymore..."

"That doesn't mean I won't love him anymore. He was and still is my everything." He muttered, getting off of my lap. I looked down as a tear rolled out of my eye slowly. Of course he doesn't love me. I will never be as good as Harry because Harry is perfect. He didn't wear glasses and he wasn't super smart and he never got pushed around for being ugly and worthless. 

"Then what's th-the point of loving me?" My voice cracked, as I limped to the door. "Marcel, wait." I stopped short turning around sharply to him. "Stop telling me to wait! I hear that all the time from you! Why should I wait for you when you can't stop thinking somebody who's fucking dead more than me?!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.

"I do love you." He stated, still across the room from me. "Then prove it. If you love me more than him, then when I walk through this door I'm hoping you'll follow me." I said, slowly turning to walk out of the room.

I kept walking, hoping he would follow me. Once I walked out of the building, I knew that he wasn't going to follow me. I knew nobody would love me. Just a worthless fag.

Once a worthless fag, always a worthless fag.

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So, how do you like this chapter?! Sorry I haven't updated in like five days but school is like a pain in the ass. 

Speaking of pains in the asses! I was going to end this with Larcel smut.. but decided to change it to get you guys pissed off because I want to see the reaction! hahah

So since it's going to be Friday tomorrow, I have more time to update! hahah! yayyyy!!!!

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