You Don't Own Me (Larry/Larcel)

3 You Owe Me

WARNING: none

There he is. That little faggot. God he's so,cute.

Yes, I, Louis William Tomlinson, used the word cute, on a guy.

I hate to admit it. I really do. I'd rather throw myself in front of a bus than to actually say I like Marcel Styles. He's the most annoying and irritating boy ever.

The way he snorts all the damn time and how he uses that stupid inhaler.

The way he clutches his books so close to his chest as if they'd insult him then walk away, like most people do.

See that's just it. I notice all these small things. And I try to find them annoying. But honestly, I can't.

He gets me so mad sometimes though.

But man, he also gets my engines going.

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Marcel walked into the cafeteria, cautiously. He just stood there, obviously getting odd looks from people. He was waiting for safety.

Waiting to see Liam.

Liam Payne was his best friend. His body guard practically. His shield. His safe word.

Liam was one of them but he and Marcel were good friends far before Liam joined that crowd.

Louis' crowd to be exact.

Marcel spotted Liam finally but he was across from Louis. That means he had to walk past Louis to get to Liam. Great.

Marcel felt as if his feet were glued to the floor. Much like they are when he's about to get hit by Louis, or even Zayn. Yep, Zayn Malik.

Louis main acquaintance. Louis main partner in their endeavour with Marcel everyday.

Marcel just doesn't get along with anyone obviously. He tries, but its the people that don't want to get along with him.

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I swallowed nervously. Should I just shout to Liam? Just to get his attention? Well then Louis would hear too. He might trip me or summat.

Better not.

Should I sneak around? No, Marcel.

Be a man!

But I'm not a man.

I'm a boy still.

I still don't even have one bloody chest hair!

I will just convince people that I shave.

Wait, who will even be seeing my chest?

Oh that's right. Louis.

Oh its not what you think.

We have gym together. Sadly.

And he likes to embarrass me by pulling the shower curtain open in the boys locker room.

He and all his jerk friends see my manlyness.

I mean, my, boy-ly-ness.

Louis pulled the curtain open when I was in just my boxers, then he made fun of me. That's why I even shower nude now. I swear he just wanted to see my boy bits.