Opposites Attract (Marcel&Louis Stylinson)

Chapter 58

Louis' POV

Before he fell asleep, Marcel cupped my cheek and whispered, "I won't, Louis. I promise."



Travis's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache and a dry throat. My vision became clear after a few blinks until I realized I was in a familiar looking house. I quickly searched for my phone and checked the time, 6:23 A.M., I groaned and closed my eyes again.

A loud sound escaped from what seems to be a kitchen. I sat up and stretched before descending to the noise.

"Travis?" The broken boy in the glasses exclaimed.

"Marcel..." I murmurred, confused.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" He shakily asked.

He seemed scared. I started to approach him, but he backed away. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as soon as he moved away from me.

"I- I... I don't know. I don't remember anything from last night."

"Oh," He slowly nodded.

I observed his fragile state. Bruised eye, busted lip, and a few scratches. He noticed my stare and turned around to face the counter.

"What happened to you?" I quietly asked.

I'm dying to go up and embrace him.

He nervously turned back to face me and there were tears in his beautiful, green eyes. Marcel cleared his throat before answering, "You got really drunk at the pub.. and.. and I was about to take you home but I spilled my juice all over some man.. and um.. he and uh his friends decided to.. hurt me."

They.. they what?

"They.." I choked out, "Hurt you?"

He nodded and wiped his tears, "It's okay. Louis, Zayn, and Liam came.. they saved me."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" An enraged voice said from behind me.

I turned around to see Louis standing by the kitchen door in a strict posture.

"Louis, I-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he rushed towards me and threw a hard punch at my right cheek. I stumbled to the ground, not willing to even try. I deserve this.

"Louis!" Marcel shouted.

Louis took the opportunity to lean down and knuckled me in stomach. I coughed instantly and allowed him to continue.

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" He screamed.

Repeated punches and kicks were aimed all over my body and face before someone dashed in to prive him away.

"LOUIS! STOP. CALM DOWN," Liam demanded.

I looked up to see Marcel standing in the corner, covering his mouth in fear.

"LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!" Louis shouted, "HE COULD'VE BEEN BEAT TO DEATH, YOU LOW LIFE BASTARD!"

"What is going on down here?" Anne hurried in.

"Mum," Marcel muttered.

"Oh my baby," she quickly approached him and held his waists as his arms angled up to hug himself, "Oh my poor baby, are you okay?"

They both exited the kitchen.

"You should leave," Liam spoke.

I weakily nodded and stood up. Louis kept his eyes on my every move as I prepare to leave.

"Um," I said before closing the front door, "Louis."

He looked at me with disgust, "Leave. Leave and never come back. If you call Marcel, text Marcel, or even think about Marcel, I'll fucking kill you."

"I just.. I wanted to say I'm sorry."

Louis instantaneously turned and walked up the stairs, not bothering to hear anything else.

"You can go now," Liam acknowledged.

"Liam," I hesitantly spoke, "Just.. can you please tell Marcel that.. that I'm sorry and I won't bother him anymore."

"Okay," He nodded before closing the door.

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Louis' POV - 11:57 A.M.

"Chicken noodle soup?" I cheerfully asked after entering Marcel's room.

He was curled up on his bed, reading some science book, and adorably biting on some pretzel sticks.

He didn't look at me and sputtered, "Not hungry."

I rested the tray with the bowl of soup and glass of water down onto his beside table and settled on my knees beside his bed. I put on my best pout face and waited for him to look.

"Stop that," He demanded, flipping to the next page of the book.

"Stop what?" I obnoxiously asked with a funny voice.

He didn't reply so I jumped onto his bed and started bouncing,

"Wow!" I smiled, "Your bed sure is bouncy!"

"Stop that," He frowned, finally resting his book down.

I quickly hovered over top of him, locked our eyes, smirked, and licked my lips before whispering, "Make me."

Marcy blushed with big, innocent eyes, "Lou.."

I gently clashed our lips together in for a slow, long, heated kiss. His long fingers ran through my hair.

"Can we?" I desparately asked into his lips.

"No," He answered.

"Please," I begged.

He shook his head and politely broke away from our embrace. Marcel stood up and fixed his shirt before taking the glass of water and gulping it down.

"Aha," I smiled as I sat on the bed with my feet touching the ground, "You even drink adorably."

He set the glass back down and adjusted his glasses before asking, "Alright, Louis Tomlinson, what is it that you want?"

I chuckled at how well he knows me and reached out to grab his soft hands. I pulled him forward to stand in between my legs. He brought his hand up to my cheek and rubbed his thumb over it.

"Let's go on a date," I beamed.

"A date?" He smiled back, obviously liking the idea.

"Yeah! We haven't gone on a real date in so long."

"Mmhm," He giggled, "Now we're old, boring people."

"Hell no," I laughed, "We are still young and foolish and stupid and reckless."

"Still bad to the bone!" He chuckled while doing a little wiggle with his hip.

I gushed in admiration and nodded, "You're still the baddest badass I know, kid."

He couldn't stop giggling and I found it incredibly cute. My hands held his hips and I leaned in to kiss his belly, "Go on a date with me."

The kiss tickled which made him laugh even more. His face was bright red and the crinkles by his eyes from the wide smile that I caused made me happy.

"I'd love to," He sweetly replied.

"Yes!" I shot my hand up in victory.

"Where are we going?" Marcel questioned.

"It's a surprise," I raised my eyebrows up and down, "I won't be taking you there, though."

"What?" He asked, confused.

"I'm going there first. Then, at around 3:0, Liam will drive you there," I smiled.

"Hubby, what are you up to?" He playfully squeezed my cheeks.

I love it when he calls me hubby. Damn, he's still so adorable. I can't take it.

"I want to make this romantic," My hands shifted to his lower back, "Please, just promise you'll come."

"Of course I'm coming," He smiled, "But you don't have to make it special or romantic. Spending time with you is more than enough, Lou."

"You deserve the best things," I seriously stated, "I'm going to make this special because you deserve it."

I slowly stood up. He kissed my forehead and said, "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you more," I kissed his nose.

"I love you most," He kissed my nose back.

"And I'd love to get some more sleep," Zayn suddenly said by the door, "But all I hear are the springs of a bed, giggling, and whispering."

Marcel moved from my touch and walked over to Zayn who's sat on his wheelchair.

"We're sorry," Mar hugged him.

"How are you feeling?" Zayn questioned.

"Better," Marcel answered, "My lip hurts a bit."

Zayn raised his eyebrows at me and coughed, "Stay away from his lips, Louis."

I huffed and shook my head, "Sorry, I don't think I can do that."

"That's obvious," Zayn laughed, "Where are you guys planning to go?"

"On a date," Marcel gushed.

"Epic," Zayn nodded, "Where?"

"You know where," I winked.

"Ohhhh," Zayn smirked, "Okay. You kids have fun."

"What's going on?" Anne walked in.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Mum suddenly appeared.

"MUMMY!" I got up and ran to hug her.

She strongly hugged me and laughed, "I missed you so much, Boobear!"

Zayn snorted, "Boobear."

Causing Marcel and Anne to giggle.

"Shut up Zayn," I said into mum's shoulder.

She patted my head before letting go.

"How are you?" I held her hand.

"I'm good. Anne and I were expecting to see our grandchild," She put her hands on her hips.

"Don't worry," Zayn assured her, "Niall and Perrie are gonna bring her down tomorrow."

"THEY ARE?!" Marcel and I both questioned loudly.

Zayn nodded.

"I thought the plan was to go home tomorrow?" I asked.

"Perrie wanted to come home for a visit and Niall misses Liam," Zayn spoke.

"We get to see our little girl tomorrow?" Marcel beamed.

I was about to go over and kiss him but I caught a sight of the clock, 12:36 P.M.

"I have to go prepare for the date!" I announced before dashing out.

I embarrassingly ran back to kiss mum, Anne, and Marcel good-bye. I gave Zayn a quick high-five.

"I love you, hubby!" Marcel shouted, making me smile before I went out the front door.

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Marcel's POV - 2:47 P.M.

I've been reading and cleaning to waste time. I took a warm shower and combed my hair before applying the gel. I stood in front of my closet in nothing but a towel wrapped around my chest. I don't very much like it when it's around my waist because it can easily fall. So, I've been wrapping it high up (yes, it does cover everything that's need to be covered).

"Need any help?" Zayn asked as Liam wheeled him in.

"OH GEE WIZ!" I shouted, startled.

The towel almost dropped due to my jump.

Liam laughed as he sat down my bed, "Why is your towel so high up?"

"Personal hygiene reasons," I clutched the towel, "But if you must know, I just think that if it's around your waist.. then it'll fall easily."

"Weirdo," Liam snorted.

I scrunched up my nose and stuck my tongue out at him.

"Alright children," Zayn interrupted, "Let's quickly pick an outfit for you."

"Oh right," I nodded and turned around to search through my closet as I spoke, "I was thinking a dress shirt, dress pants, and maybe a bowtie but I-"

"No need," Zayn exclaimed.

I turned around to see him holding up a tuxedo.

"Golly gee!" I smiled, "Where'd you get this?"

"We bought it for you," Liam took it and handed it to me.

I observed it with appreciation.

"Well go put it on!" Zayn encouraged.

"Thank you!" I hopped out and turned to the bathroom.

Minutes later, I walked out. It was a perfect fit.

"Holy shit," Liam stood up from my bed and let out a breath, "You look handsome."

Zayn smirked and nodded, "No one can wear tuxedos like you, Marcel."

"Really?" I blushed.

"Truthfully," He replied.

"How'd you know my size and everything?" I curiously asked.

"Your mum helped us out with that part," Liam confessed, "Now let's go!"

I looked at the clock and gasped, 3:05 P.M.

"Aw gee! We must hurry!" I quickly grabbed my phone.

Liam ran out and called back, "I'll go start the car!"

"Have fun, Marcy," Zayn spoke.

I knelt down and hugged him, "Thank you for everything."

"Of course," His voice softened, "Anything for you."

I kissed his temple before dashing out. My clumsiness got the best of me and I tripped over my own foot.

"Are you okay?!" Zayn loudly asked.

I got up and shook it off, "I'm fine!"

The buzz of my phone ocurred and I quickly answered as I ran down the stairs, "I'm coming, Lou! I'm coming! I know I'm late but-"

"Um, Marcel?"

I stopped and stuttered, "Tra- Travis?"

"I'm sorry to bother you," He sounded like he was crying, "I know I said I wouldn't bother you anymore but I don't know who else to turn to."

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"Anna.. Annabelle," He cried, "She ran away and I can't find her."

"Oh my goodness. Umm.." I hopped around to try and think, "Um, okay where are you right now?"

"I'm about to pull up to your house. Can you please help me find her?" He pleaded.

Oh, no. What do I do? Louis' waiting.

"Uhh," I facepalmed myself and nodded, "Okay, okay. Hurry."

I rushed out the door and ran to Liam who had his window rolled down, "Liam! I have to go help Travis find his little sister so I'll try and come back as soon as I can!"

"What?!" Liam called out.

"PLEASE TELL LOUIS FOR ME!" I shouted back as I ran as soon as I saw his car pull up on the driveway.

I opened the passenger door and climbed in, immediately buckling my seatbelt.

"Thank you," Travis spoke.

I looked over to see his face even more hurt than mine. His arms and hands were bruised too.

"Oh my.." I reached over and touched his cheek, "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry."

"No no," He shook his head as he drove, "I'm fine. It's fine. I deserve it."

"No, you don't. Louis can get very aggressive when he's protective so I'm rea-"

"Marcel," He stopped me, "I said it's okay. Let's not worry about it, okay?"

Of course I'm going to worry about. Louis almost killed him, "Okay," I nodded and changed the subject, "Why did Anna run away?"

"She was being really rude when I took her shopping," He explained, "She literally wanted to buy everything. Her attitude was disgusting. I wasn't in the mood so I yelled at her. When we got home, I parked the car and she got out and ran."

"You didn't have to yell at her," I sighed.

"She was being a brat!" He frustratedly shouted.

"Hey," I assured him, "It's going to be okay. We'll find her."

He turned to look at me and took a hold of my hand, "Thank you."

I didn't move my hand. I knew he needed the comfort at the moment. So, I interlocked our fingers and nodded.

I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Louis,

I'm so sorry, hubby. I'll try to come as soon as possible. I love you xx

We drove to all the places she likes to go until we reached a little public playground. We ran out of the car, hand in hand, and searched for her. After about 10 minutes of running around, we sat down on the swings. It was getting really chilly. Travis finally let go of my hand.

"Are you cold?" He questioned.

"I'm okay," I shook my head.

"You're all dressed up," He pointed out, "Did I interrupt something? Were you planning to go somewhere?"

"Um," I hesitated, "Well, yes. I was going to go on a date with Louis."

"Oh," His guilty expression showed, "I'm so sorry. He must really despise me now."

"I'm sure he'll understand," I spoke, more to convince myself than Travis.

I really hope he'll understand. I took deep breaths and checked my phone again.

No messages. No missed calls. No voicemails. 4:14 P.M.

Maybe his phone ran out of battery? Or maybe he left it home?

"I'll go buy us some drinks in that store we just went to," He got up, "Stay here, okay? I'll be quick."

"Okay," I nodded.

After he left, I attempted to call Louis. I called about 8 times but not once did he answer. I tried calling Liam as well but he didn't answer either. I stood up and walked around.

"Mr. Marcel?" A little voice sounded.

I turned around to see Annabelle and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

"ANNA!" I ran and wrapped my arms around her.

"What are you doing here?" She excitedly asked.

"Looking for you, you silly girl. Why did you run away?!" I knelt down and held her small hands.

"Travis was being really mean," She pouted, "He kept complaining about every single thing. I wanted him to buy me some things when we went shopping but then he yelled at me," She pouted, "He's been acting different all day and I don't like it."

"Different?" I asked, "Different how?"

"Well umm," She took a second to think, "I saw this poster at the mall with a boy and a boy holding hands, a girl and a girl holding hands, and a boy and a girl holding hands and it said 'LOVE IS LOVE. Everyone deserves love,' so I pointed it out to him and he shouted 'This is bullshit,' then ripped it. The store owner was really angry. Mr. Marcel, what does bullshit mean?"

"Oh sweetie," I covered her mouth, "Please don't say that word. It's a very bad word, okay? Promise?"

"Oh, okay. I promise. I'm sorry," She nodded.

He must be really upset if he did that. I can't help but feel like it's all my fault.

"ANNA!" Travis called out from far away.

He sprinted over to us and hugged her. She hugged him back and cried,

"I'm sorry, Travis. I'm sorry."

"I'm the sorry one," He let out the tears I knew he was holding back, "I promise I'll never yell at you again, okay? I love you so much. I'm sorry, Anna."

They held each other and expressed kind words. I stood up and smiled down at them.

"Oh no!" I checked the time.

"What's wrong?" Travis asked as he stood up, carrying Anna on his waist.

"Um," I scratched my head.

"OH! Your date!" He realized.

I shyly nodded, feeling rude for interrupting their moment.

"Let's go!" He ran towards his car, dragging Anna and I with him.

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5:37 P.M.

I had to go home and beg Liam to tell me where Louis planned our date. I couldn't believe I didn't figure it out.

Lovers' Park.

Travis pulled up at the park and I immediately got out of the vehicle.

The sky's light was starting to dim and stars were preparing to come out.

"Thank you!" I waved at him and Anna before running towards the field.

"Hey!" A man ran up to me.

"Hello sir," I greeted him.

"Don't you remember me?"

"Um," I looked at him up and down, "No, I'm afraid I don't. I'm sorry."

I was about to run off and find Louis but he stopped me, "I'm the man with the white piano that you used!"

"Oh!" I smiled, "Hi! It's great to see you again."

"You too," He shook my hand, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" He pointed at the bruise and scratches on my face.

"Um, yes. Look, I'd love to stay and chat but-"

"Are you looking for Louis?""

"Yeah," I nodded.

"He's at the soccer field. He borrowed my piano and was waiting for you!"

"THANK YOU!" I hugged the man and quickly ran.

With all my strength and energy, I raced to the field. I froze when I saw the scene in front of me.

White and red rose petals splattered on the green grass. Candles outlined the petals which created a pathway. The path led to the beautiful, white piano and a picnic blanket. A picnic basket rested on it, along with two pillows and a big, cozy blanket. A brand new looking telescope stood by the blanket.

Tears escaped my eyes as I slowly walked the path. When I reached the piano, I noticed the music sheets that rested on its stand. I reached out and held it in my trembling, cold hands. I read the title to myself,

"'Moments,' by Louis Tomlinson. For my one and only, Marcel Tomlinson."

I heard movement and instantly looked up.

"Louis," I cried, "I'm so sorry I'm late."

His nose, lips, and cheeks were freezing red. He was wearing a light dress shirt and black dress pants with suspenders. He stood there shaking as the wind added more chills.

"You.. promised.. you'd.. come," He shivered.

"I'm here now," I approached him, "I'm here, Louis. I'll always make it because I promised you. I'm so sorry."

"Really?"

"Yes," I bit my bottom lip, trying not to cry too much and to form coherent words, "I'm yours, Louis. I'm all yours."

I began to take off my blazer for him.

Louis backed away from me and his tears fell before he shouted, "Then why'd you bring him?!"

My eyes broaden as I turned around to see Travis standing at the start of the rose petals pathway. He was holding a jacket in his hand and a sad expression on his face.

I turned back to Louis and slowly shook my head, "Louis, it's not what you think."

"You promised," Louis backed further away.

"Louis please don't," I cried.

"You promised you wouldn't go away. I sang to you and you promised you wouldn't go away."

"I didn't go away, I'm never going to go away," I reached out for him.

My heart, if possible, started to hurt from the pain. The pain from the hurt that Louis' feeling. The abandonment. The emptiness.

He breathed heavily and shouted, "Go.."

"Louis please.."

"Go.."

"Louis, no please. I'm sorry.."

He gasped and swallowed hard before saying,

"I'm telling you to go away!"