Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Twenty-Five

Louis' P.O.V

"Marcy! I'm going for a run!" I yelled, walking into the lounge where he was at. "Don't call me Marcy." He pouted. I chuckled and kissed his lips as I sat down on his lap. "Do you want to run with me?" I asked him. He shook his head and rested it on my shoulder. "I can't run." 

"Well, you can lift weights. How about we go to the gym instead? Please!" I begged him, losing hope as he shook his head. I turned fully towards him and put each leg around his hips. I put my hands against his shoulders. "Please, Marcel." I pouted, looking at him with big eyes.

"I don't know, Louis," He said as he put his hands on my hips, "I have to study for final exams coming up and I need to study more." He looked at the books that were on the seat by him on the couch. "But you've been studying ever since Wednesday night! I couldn't even kiss you without you threatening to throw a book at me! And then you said that you didn't want to hurt the book!" I threw my hands up in the air. He chuckled and looked down. "I was just teasing." He mumbled, with a slight blush to his cheeks. 

"I know, babe. But I haven't gotten a kiss in two days! Do you know how hard that is to last that long without my Marcel kisses?!" I exclaimed with a smile. He giggled at me. "But I gave you a kiss an hour ago." I shook my head and waved my finger.

"No, I gave you a kiss. Now it's your turn." I said cheekily. He gave me a dimpled grin and brought his lips to mine in a peck. I smiled at him and picked up his hand, playing around with his long fingers. "Please come with me." I begged him. 

He sighed and muttered a 'fine' before pushing me off his lap and heading to my room. I sighed inwardly with a dumbfounded smile on my face. I've never loved someone this much before. It felt so foreign to think that. I've always would say that about Harry, but now I say it for Marcel. But Harry would want me to love Marcel. I played with my fingers joyfully, waiting for him to come out of my room. 

I heard him walk down the hall so I turned my full view to him. He had on a singlet and some of my shorts that I had lying around. His hair was still gelled back cutely and his glasses, up on the bridge of his nose. I smiled at him and got up, linking my hands around his neck. "You look really adorable and dorky." 

"I'm dorky now?" He asked jokingly, only I could see the slightest bit of offense in his eyes. "Mar, if I was just like you before and I called myself dorky, don't get offended if I do. I'll most likely call you it because you're too damn cute." He blushed and looked away from my gaze. I chuckled brushed my lips with his once. "Now, how much can you lift? I'm curious." I asked. 

He thought about it for a moment and shrugged. "I started only a few weeks ago right after... what happened with me and uh, I guess the last time I went to the weight room at school I lifted one hundred?" My eyes widened slightly. I never knew he could life that much. 

"Well, then I can't wait to see you lift that much, watching you sweat and your arms bulging out as I hold myself back from fucking you in the bathroom." I breathed in his ear, feeling him shiver against me. I pulled away from him with a smirk and grabbed my gym bag off of the floor. "Okay! Let's get going!" He shook his head and quickly followed me out the door. 

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"Okay, how about I see how hard you can throw a punch." I challenged him, guiding him over to the punching bag. He nodded, almost nervously. "Hey, babe, don't be nervous about doing what you want to do here. Everyone is minding their own business." I kissed his lips before searching in my bag for the tape. "C'mere, honey." I beckoned. He happily walked over to me as I grabbed his hand and started wrapping the white fabric around his hands. 

I patted his hands before going behind the bag and holding it steadily. "Okay. Whenever you're read just hit it." I told him. He nodded and gathered his fists together, suddenly aiming it right at the bag. It made me lose my balance slightly as he punched left and right. "Damn, Marcel." I whispered under my breath, as his hits became more frequent. 

After a while, he was done, with sweat coating a light layer on his forehead. "Now let me see you." He said with a slight smirk on his face, handing me the hand wrap. "You've seen me hit enough already!" I tried to joke, even though it was still a rough subject. "Yes, but I just want to see you hit something. It's kind of um...-." 

"It's kind of what?" I tried to lead him on with what he was saying. "It's kind of hot..." He mumbled, quickly moving behind the punching bag with red tinting his cheeks. I chuckled and quickly wrapped my hands tight and asked him, "Ready?" He nodded as he held the bag tight, his arms bulging out slightly. I smirked and did a right hook on the bag. I took a glimpse at Marcel, who was focused on keeping the bag still. I stopped short of a hit and walked towards him, giving him a kiss to his cheek. He smiled at me and took his glasses off. 

"They were slipping off my face." He mumbled shyly. I smiled and nodded before getting back in front of the punching bag. I did a double punch, making Marcel startled by my sudden action. Punches left and right came at where I was aiming. "Louis," Marcel countered, making me stop what I was doing, "Do you want to do something else?" He asked me. 

I groaned and nodded. "I'm not really into boxing. More like weights and other things." He grabbed my hand and led me to the weight lifting area. He let go of my hand as he sat down on the bench and said, "I'll start with twenty-five on each side, okay?" He said nervously. I smiled and leaned down to kiss his lips before walking over to pick up the circular weights in each hand as I walked back over.

I quickly slid them on the metal bar and secured them in place, patting my hand on his head. "Hey! Don't mess up my hair!" He whined as he swatted at my hands. I leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I'll be messing it up later anyway." I whispered to him seductively. I felt him shiver by me as I slowly laid him down on the bench. As he slowly lift it off of the place holders, I made sure that his arms were straight as he brought the bar closer to his chest. He lifted it up and down easily, his muscles bulging out as his face was written with concentration. 

"You're doing amazing." I said to him as he continued to lift them. I couldn't help but get slightly turned on by the fact that he's built up muscle quickly. He looks so... just so amazing no matter what. "Am I doing good?" He asked me as more sweat gathered on his chest, neck, and face.

I don't understand how I got so lucky. Marcel is amazing. He has the biggest heart and cares about people, even though nobody seems to care about him. But I hope he knows that I won't be able to live without him. I won't be able to live my life without seeing those cute glasses that are too big for his face, or his hair that's never out of place. Or how he has to have everything clean or he'll feel like he needs to walk around a lot. I love him for him, not what I used to have.

I knocked out of my trance for a second to see him smiling at me with the weight still going up and down. 

I love him and I hope he knows that I do.

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