Opposites Attract (Marcel&Louis Stylinson)

Chapter 57

Marcel's POV

"Travis?" I questioned, confused.

Louis didn't meet my eyes. Instead, he pulled on a shirt, sweatpants, and climbed out of the tent.

"Louis.." I frowned.

I put back on the oversized sweatshirt and fitted sweatpants before seeking for my phone. I finally found it under all the stuff in my backpack.

Travis - 2 Missed Calls

Wh- why would Travis call me? We haven't talked for a long time. I opened the message section and noticed a text from him.

"Call me back when you can," I slowly read, "I miss you.."

I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes. All I could think of is how upset Louis must be right now.

"Gee wiz," I said to myself as I laid back.

I started to notice the coldness that's been building up inside our tent. I grabbed the small blanket that was stuffed into one of the bags and wrapped it around myself. I tossed my phone aside and climbed out of the tent.

"Louis?" I called out as I searched for him.

After about five minutes, I found him sitting all alone by a small bonfire. He was playing with some rocks. He looked so cold.. all I wanted to do was cuddle him.

"Boobear," I acknowledged as I approached him from behind.

He immediately stood up and parted his lips to say something but stopped. My heart was beating rapidly quick. I know I didn't do anything wrong but it hurts to know he's unhappy.

He slowly turned around and shook his head, staring at the fire, "I'm not in the mood right now, Marcel."

That tone. That harsh, unpleasant tone.

"Boobear," I choked out.

"Dammit!" He frustratedly said, "Don't call me that."

That tone.. those words. They hit me like a ton of bricks. The sleeves of my sweatshirt were longer than my arms, so I brought the loose ends up to my eyes and wiped the tears that started. Don't cry, Marcel. Stop crying. You can't be weak.. not anymore. Not in front of Louis.

I swallowed hard before softly speaking, "P-please don't be angry with me."

Louis turned around and angrily spoke, "Oh I am more than angry with you right now. First, Luke. Now, Travis? What the fuck do you do, Marcel?! Do you flirt with them? Huh?! Is that why they're all over you?! Did you.." He slowed down, "Did you do something with Travis behind my back?"

I can't believe he just said that.

"Wh- what?" I cried, "No.. wh- why would I ev- ever do that?"

"Then why the fuck did he text that shit to you? Huh?!"

"Lou.." My hands gripped the ends of my sweatshirt and I hunched my shoulders. I couldn't stop the tears and the nasty snot coming out of my nose.

At the moment, I looked more vulnerable than ever. No one's ever talked to me like that before.

Louis stared at me, preparing to bring his hand up and reach out but Luke's voice stopped him,

"What the hell's going on here?"

"Nothing," Louis harshly replied, "This is none of your fucking business so back off."

Luke came up beside me and noticed my broken state.

His voice softened, "Marcel.. are you okay?"

"Hey!" Louis shouted, "I said back off."

My body shook and I started to lose my breath. I found myself gasping for air as I slid to the ground.

"Marcel!" Louis and Luke exclaimed in sync.

My hands were brought up, politely shaking them off.

"Tell me what you need, Marcel! Tell me what you need!" Luke demanded.

"He needs me," Louis replied.

I couldn't see where they were since my eyes remained shut. Though, the tears and pain I felt in my chest didn't seem to stop.

I started to get dizzy and weak. I shook my head and coughed before saying,

"Mum," I tried to speak more coherently and cried, "I.. I need.. my mum."

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Louis' POV - 1 Day Later, 8:32 A.M.


"Wait wait wait," Zayn disappointedly shook his head, "Marcel.. went home?"

I pulled my legs up on the couch and wrapped my arms around it before I wistfully nodded, "Yeah."

Zayn wheeled himself in front of me and sighed.

"What?" I frowned.

Instead of answering my question, he raised his hand up and smacked my right cheek with all his strength. It stung like hell.

"Mate!" I moved away and pouted, "What was that for?"

"Oh you know exactly what that was for," Liam said as he entered the living room.

He pulled up a chair and sat beside Zayn. I looked up at them innocently, feeling like I was on a trial or being given a lecture and they were my overly strict and abusive parents.

"You know," Liam said after sipping his tea, "You're really stupid sometimes, Louis."

Zayn didn't say anything and just nodded in agreement.

"Well thanks," I sarcastically stated.

"And you're really self-centered sometimes as well."

Once again, Zayn nodded to Liam's acknowledgement.

"What are you trying to say?" I tried not to get too angry.

"I'm trying to say you really screwed up," Liam set his tea down and crossed his arms, "I'm really disappointed on how you handled the situation. When I was driving Marcel back to his mum's flat, he was crying so much. I had to stop by a grocery store to buy more tissues!"

The thought of Marcel in tears made me feel crippled. The feeling of my Marcel hurting because of me is ineffably disheartening.

"He told me it was all his fault," Liam continued, "And that you were right to have yelled at him and hate him."

"Is that true, Louis?" Zayn suddenly asked with a cold look, "Did you yell at him?"

The guilt on my face told Zayn everything he needed to know.

"You have no reason to hate him," Zayn turned and wheeled back into his guest room but stopped at the door and met my eyes before saying, "But now he has every reason to hate you."

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Marcel's POV - 10:46 A.M.

I felt bad for having Liam drive me all the way home from Leeds. I arrived at mummy's house at around 3:30 in the morning. Mum welcomed me with open arms and kisses. Liam stayed for a bit to eat and talk before he left to go back to Louis.

Louis. The thought of him makes me miss him even more. Him and Ani. I miss them both so much already. But, I really do need this time away. I need a two or three days to get my thoughts together and to stop being so weak all the time. Most importantly, I need to be away so Louis wouldn't be annoyed and angry. I've done enough harm... maybe he's even glad I left.

I walked into the kitchen to get some tea and called Niall.

"Hello?" Niall answered.

"Niall!" I smiled, "Hi. How are you?"

"I'm good, Marcel! I miss you so much already. When are you coming back?"

I looked down and scratched my head, careful not to mess up the gel of my hair, "I don't know, Niall. I- I just wanted to ask you a favor."

"Anything! What is it?"

"I miss Ani.. a lot. Can I speak to her?"

"Of course!" He happily replied, "Hold on."

Rumblings sounds were transferred into the phone before I heard Ani's angelic voice, "Papa?"

"Ani!" I excitedly answered, "Oh, sweetheart. I miss you so much."

"Papa!" Her tone matched mine, "I miss you more! Where are you? Why aren't you home? Uncle Liam, Uncle Niall, and daddy are home so why aren't you? Are you okay? Did you get lost? Are you hurt? Papa!"

My goodness, she's my lovely little angel. My heart pounded at the care in her voice and her thoughtful mind. She is so dazzling.

"I'm fine, sweetie," I smiled, "I just needed to visit your grandma Styles. I um I just need two or three days away, okay? I promise I'll be home soon."

"Did something happen?" She quietly asked.

I didn't want to lie so I answered, "Yes, sweetie. But you don't have to worry about a thing, okay? Just know that I love you so so much and I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay papa," She replied, "Please be home soon."

I couldn't handle it anymore. The hurt and pain in my chest.

"O- okay," I promised, "I love you, Ani."

"I love you too, papa."

I quickly hung up and slid down onto kitchen floor. My left hand covered my mouth as my right hand held the phone. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through my nose.

"You need to fix this," I whispered to myself, "You need to clear this up and solve it. You can't disappoint Louis. You can't run away from everything, you idiot."

After a little more breathing exercises and relaxation. I dialed Travis' number.

"Marcel." He answered after the first three rings.

"H- hi Tra- Travis," I nervously spoke, "You wanted me to call you?"

He took a moment to reply, "Where are you right now?"

"I'm back in Doncaster. Visitng my mum for a few days."

"Really? I'm in Doncaster too. I got here two days ago."

"Oh, erm.. that's good."

"Can I see you?" It sounded more like a demand than a question.

"I-uh-well-um-sure," I sighed.

"You can say no if you want, Marcel. I would never make you do something you didn't wanna do."

"No no, it's not that. I just.. um, oh gee wiz. Where do you wish to meet?"

"Anywhere. Suggestions?"

"Umm," I thought hard, "The library? The bookstore nearby? Or umm.."

"Anywhere not so educationally involved?" He chuckled, "I'll just come pick you up at around 6:00. Okay?"

"Oh.. okay um where are we going?" I hesitated to ask.

"I'll surprise you," He said before ending the call.

I furrowed my eyebrows and laid on the floor. If I solve this thing with Travis then maybe Louis would forgive me. It's like a math question, you see, Travis is the coefficient to my variable. In this case, the variable is Louis so let's use 'L,' for short and the number '2' for Travis. So 2L can't be used if I just need one 'L,' to solve my equation in distribution. In order for me to solve it, I need to eliminate the 2. Leaving me with the one 'L,' that I need.

Now, I'm not saying I am in need to eliminate Travis. But I need to let him know that I strictly like him as a friend.

"Ugh," I groaned, "Sure feels like the high school drama I see in movies."

"Honey..." Mum was stood by the kitchen door, I quickly jumped up and looked at her, "Why.. why were you.. laying on the floor?"

"Oh. I'm sorry," I started to nervously mess with my fingers, "I just needed to think."

"On.. on.. the floor?"

"Yes," I nodded, "The floor made me relax quite a bit."

"I see.." She slowly walked into the kitchen, "Are you okay?"

"Mmhm," I forced a smile, "Do you have any bananas?"

She pointed towards the fruit basket that rested on the counter. About four bananas were placed together and I grabbed two.

"Thank you mum," I kissed her temple before descending to my room.

As I walked up the stairs, I could hear her say quietly, "Still a peculiar teenager at heart.."

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Louis' POV - 5:45 P.M.


"Flowers?" Liam questioned.

"Check!" I answered.

"Latest scientific books?"

"Check!"

"Picnic basket?"

"Check!"

"Lyrics?"

"Check!"

"Alright," Liam smiled, "You got it all, buddy."

We fist bumped before I fully turned to focus on the road. Zayn sat in the front passenger seat but hasn't said a word.

"Stop hating me," I broke the silence.

"I don't hate you," He stated and finally looked at me, "I hate how you think sometimes."

"Alright," I nodded, "Say it. Tell me what you need to say."

He let out a necessary breath and shook his head, "Marcel. You hurt Marcel. This isn't the first time you've hurt him but it's the first time you scared him away.. enough for him to literally get as far away from you as he could," his words hit me like a million knives, "You can't just do that to people. You can't just let one little thing affect the way you treat someone. Especially someone you care about more than yourself."

"You're right, I'm sorry."

"You should be," He continued, "I thought you knew Marcel well enough to know how pure and sincere and loyal he is. Dammit, Louis. You over react so much sometimes because you're scared. Am I right? You're just scared he's gonna walk away from you and get with the guys that fall for him. Is that right?"

He's right. He's always right, "Yes."

"You need to fix this," He reminded me, "You can't hurt him like this ever again, you hear me?"

"I'll fix it. Okay," I promised him.

We pulled up to Marcel's driveway at around 6:15 P.M.

"Wow," I observed the familiar house, "Back at home now, mates. Wait here," I said to Zayn and Liam before getting out of the car.

"Louis," Zayn's voice brought me back.

"Yeah?" I replied.

A smile spread across his lips and he stated, "I took a bullet for you, Tomlinson. So in return, you bring him back home where he belongs because this isn't his home anymore."

I smiled back and nodded, "I'm his home."

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Marcel's POV

Travis picked me up at exactly 6:00 P.M. like he said he would. I left my hair in the gel form like usual, wore an old plaid dress shirt with suspenders attatched to my black dress pants, a black blazer, black socks, and black dress shoes.

He pulled up at what seems to be a pub.

"This is where we're going?" I nervously questioned as I awkwardly remained in the passenger seat.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and looked over at me, "It'll be fun. I haven't been here in ages."

"I've never been to a place like this," I admitted.

"Oh.. what a surprise.. you seem like the type to always party here," He teased.

"Hey.." I chuckled and playfully hit his shoulder.

"Come on let's go," He took a hold of my hand.

I quickly slipped out of his touch and shook my head, "I'm not dressed for this occasion."

"You're fine," He smiled, "You look handsome."

"But-" I began to speak but he refused to listen and climbed out of the car.

He ran over to my side and opened the door, forcing me out of the vehicle. He dragged me through the line, skipping a dozen people.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized to them as we passed.

He seemed to have known the guys that ran the place and we were allowed in right away.

"You know them?" I curiously asked.

"Yeah," He nodded, "They're good friends of mine."

"Hey!" One of them shouted at us, directly eyeing Travis, "If you start any trouble again, then you're officially out. You understand?"

"Yeah yeah," Travis waved him off.

What does he mean 'again,'? Has Travis caused trouble here before?

"Trouble again?" I asked him.

"Don't worry about it," He led me through the crowd of sweaty, dancing people.

Securities started surrounding the place. All of them keeping an intensive watch on Travis.

"Are you sure they're your friends?" I slowly questioned.

"Yeah yeah," He nodded, "A little."

Oh no.. I really hope nothing goes wrong.

"Please be careful," I begged him.

He rested both hands on my shoulders and met my eyes, "I will not let anything happen to you, okay? I'm here. You don't have to worry. I'm pefectly fine and careful just as long as you're by my side."

I felt so uncomfortable under his touch but didn't want to be rude and push him off.

"Okay," I replied.

He began taking a few shots, trying to get me to drink but I denied all of the offers. I stuck to orange juice. The music was intense and loud. I couldn't even hear myself think. I don't belong in a place like this.

A young girl approached me and ran her hand up my thigh. I shakily asked her to leave me alone but she wouldn't listen.

"Dance with me!" She started rubbing both of her hands on my legs.

"I can't... I'm sorry, miss."

"You're so innocent and dorky," She winked, "But so hot."

"Please.. don't do this."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I.. please... stop touching me," I was on the edge of crying.

"Leave him alone!" Travis pushed her hands off of me, "He's not into chicks and even if he were.. he'd never look at a skank like you."

She let out a sassy huff and stormed away. Travis wobbly stood up and looked down at me, "Are you okay?"

I could tell he was already drunk.

"I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect!" He laughed, "Just perfect."

He started to tilt to one side and almost fell over but I quickly caught him and hoisted him back onto his stool. He rested his head on the counter and started mumbling,

"Mar.. Marcel."

"Are you okay? Oh gee wiz, you're drunk. I should get you home."

"No!" He brought his hand up and oddly stroked my face, "Do- don't leave. I wanna stay."

"But-"

"Shhh!" He hushed me up by pressing his pointer finger to my lips, "I - I have to tell you what I wanted to.. to say," His speech was messy and barely understandable, "I - I have been doing absolutely nothing.. but think of you. Since the day I met you, Marcel. I ju- just wanted you to know that I.. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I - I love you more than Louis loves you, that's for sure. He can't.. he can't treat you right. He's.. he's not right for you at all. Ok? Ok?! Are you listening to me?"

"Travis.."

"No, Marcel. Why can't you understand that I want you? I want you for myself. You make me.. so happy. You're so beautiful, you know that? I never get tired.. of looking at yo- your face. I admire you so so.. so much. I wish.. I wish you could just.. choose me."

I nervously took the fancy glass of orange juice in my hand and drank most of it before saying,

"I have to get you home."

With carrying the weight of Travis on my left arm and my drink on my right hand, I slid through the large crowd. The music made my head hurt and the atmosphere that the people created made me start to lose my breath.

Travis abruptly gave out on his legs and stumbled down, causing me to stagger to the side and spilling my juice all over a tall, large man.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, bastard?!" The man yelled.

His muscular hands fisted my shirt and he lifted me up. My feet dangled slightly above the ground and I began to cry,

"Please sir.. it was an accident. I promise, I didn't mean to-"

"Get him, Terry!" One of his friends encouraged.

"Yeah! Give him what he deserves!" Added another.

"He looks like a little boy in a dorky ass costume!" Commented a buff man with a deep voice.

The Terry dude carried me to the back of the pub and out the door. We appeared in a dark alley and he threw me down to the ground. My breathing started to act up heavily and I was gasping for breath. Unable to do my breathing exercises, the men started to kick my stomach. Some took turns on kicking my spine as the others kicked my stomach. Another kicked my chest, legs, and arms.

I felt so weak. I felt like giving up. Shout for help, Marcel. Shout.

"Hel- help," I choked out.

"What the fuck are you trying to say, you shithead?!"

"Better buy me a new damn shirt!"

"Kick him hard, Terry!"

"Help," I pleaded with barely a voice.

I gathered all my strength and ignored the tears that escaped my eyes before I called out, "Help... Louis."

The kicking stopped and I heard strong punches and men shouting. My vision was unclear, my body was aching everywhere, I could taste the blood that dripped down from my nose and my busted lip. I couldn't even move. Everything just felt like a paradox and the unconsciousness kicked in.

"Marcel!" I heard a voice say with hands resting on my chest, "Stay with me, baby! Please stay with me!"

I forced my eyes to flutter open a couple of times so I could recognize the person that was saving me. I saw the men that were beating me, groaning the floor as two familiar figures roughly punched each of them. My vision started to focus on the person knelt in front of me and I smiled,

"Louis."

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12:34 A.M.

I woke up with a pounding headache and a vastly sore body. My lips were cracked and dry. A small wet towel rested on my forehead and a bandaige rested on the bridge of my nose. I was back in my old room and saw the spaceship stickers that stuck to my blue wall.

"Oh honey," Mum came into view and soflty kissed my forehead, "Oh my poor baby."

"Mum," I spoke, sounding deeper and raspier than I planned, "Don't cry."

"Who would do this to you?" She cried, "Who would dare hurt my baby?"

"Mum," I licked my dehydrated lips, "Where's Louis?"

Louis appeared at the door with his hands in his sweatpant pockets, his hair in a messy fringe, and he wore one of my old Star Wars long sleeve t-shirts that looked quite big on him.

Mum turned around and saw who I was looking at. She stood up and walked over to the door, "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

She patted Louis' shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving. Louis walked in and closed the door behind him. He kept a sad distant from me.

His eyes wandered my crippled body and broken face.

"Why am I not in the hospital?" I curiously questioned.

"On the way there you kept shouting that you didn't want to go the hospital so we had to take you here before you hurt yourself even more."

"Oh," I don't remember that part, "Where's Zayn?"

"He and Liam took Travis home.." Louis' voice faded at the mention of Travis.

I took a deep breath and spoke,

"Please don't be angry. I'm sorry."

He looked more hurt than accepting. Louis shook his head and his tears fell,

"The last thing I want to hear you say is that you're sorry. That's the last thing you should ever say to me because I will be the one saying that to you from now on. Marcel, I was wrong. I was wrong to have yelled at you and be angry in the first place. I have absolutely no right to judge you on that level. You're the sweetest, most caring person I've ever known. How dare I.. how dare I blame you for Travis' decision? I.. I know I may be the last person you wanna hear from right now but I'll leave you alone from now on if that's what you want.." He seemed so fragile and small, "Is it? Is that what you want, Marcel? I'd.. I'd do that if you just say the words then I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want me to because I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

I swallowed hard to hold back the tears because I felt so sick of crying. A single tear managed to escape but I let it slide down onto my pillow.

I arranged myself to move over a bit and met Louis' beautiful blue eyes before delicately patting the spot beside me.

He innocently climbed onto the bed like a four year old ascending onto the bed of his parents. I laid on my back as he laid on his right side. His left arm hugged my waist as his right hand stroked my neck and face. His body curled up like a little toddler and the blanket draped over us.

His tears dripped onto my shirt and my heart ached more than ever.

"I can't handle you crying," I declared, "It hurts me."

He sniffed and I used the strength to bring my hand over and wipe his tears for him.

"Why did you come to Doncaster?" I asked.

The room was dark and the only brightness was from my small little night light.

"I was gonna apologize to you," He explained, "I had a picnic prepared and everything."

"Really?"

He nodded and I smiled.

It was silent for a moment before Louis spoke, "Seeing you get hurt like that for the first time is the worse thing that I've ever seen."

"Louis.."

"I'll protect you," He promised, "I'll protect you from everything."

"You can't protect me from everything," I corrected him.

He shook his head and uttered, "I can try."

I forced myself to turn on my side so I could cuddle him properly and look into his eyes. He shifted comfortably into my touch and our noses met in an eskimo kiss.

I started to feel worn out again and my eyes began to give up on staying open.

"Louis," I announced, "I'm falling asleep."

He brought his hand up to my face and rubbed his thumb over the apple of my cheek, "Sleep then, baby."

"Can you sing to me?"

Things got briefly quiet until Louis expressed, "Okay."

He lightly cleared his throat and began to sing,

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away,"

His shaking voice choked up and I could tell he was crying as he finished the song in a faint whisper,

"Please Marcel, don't go away."