Who Knew [Larcel/Loucel/Larry Stylinson] [ Marcel ] [ Louis Tomlinson ]

Inconveniences & Interruptions

-Louis-


When it did end up happening again, I can't say I was surprised.

I know how cruel some students at our school could be, but it can get outrageous sometimes.

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I hadn't saw Marcel all day until I found him slumped against my own locker, not moving besides the rise and fall of his chest from breathing.


I was frozen in my spot for a moment, before I knelt down in front of him.

I took ahold if his shoulders and pulled him up, making him face me.


"Marcel? What the hell happened? Are you okay babe?"
He just looked at me with a sad smile.

"Yeah, m'fine. Just get me up and out of here."


I gave him a stern look, and he caught on to what I was obviously asking.


"We'll talk later, alright? I just wanna get fixed up for now."


"Yeah, okay." I sighed, and let him hold onto my arm and I took him back to my place.


We kicked off our shoes and I led him into my upstairs bathroom, that was connected to my room.


He sat himself on top of the put-down toilet lid, watching me while I got out first-aid things.


"So this might sting a bit, but just relax. I'm not gonna take long."


He nodded at me, and raised his head and angled it so I could have better access.


I cleaned off his face with a warn cloth first, then cleaned all the cuts and bruises with the sanitizing liquid, which made him flinch here and there.


I used the cream that was in the box lastly, not bothering with bandages, since nothing was bleeding.


I sat on my bed, and Marcel pretended to be asleep, making fake, and might I add unrealistic, snoring sounds.

"You're not fooling anyone, Marce."


He pouted in his fake sleep, but then opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, turning to face me while he was still wrapped up in my blankets.


"Louis... You really won't want to know who it was." He tried convincing, as if it would work.


"Are you kidding me? Of course I want to know. Please Marce, just tell me." I practically begged him, and he looked away from me.


He took a deep breath, rushing out his answer, but I heard it clear as day.
"ItwasStan."


I almost thought he was kidding, but it kind of did make sense.


Stan and I had dated in our sophomore year, but I broke it off because he had cheated on me with half the new freshman that year.


He tried so hard to win me over again, but I wasn't having any of it.


So now what I'm figuring is that Stan could be jealous of Marcel, because really, why else would he go after Marcel?


Marcel already knew all this, cause we talked about previous relationships a while ago, so he must have came to the same conclusion.


"I'm guessing he's jealous of you. Not that I'm being big-headed, y'know? It just seems logical."


"Yeah, I know you're not, and it seems fitting, considering he said 'this is what happens when someone steals my boyfriend.'"


I gaped at him, astonished.
"Boyfriend?! It's been more than two years! You've got to be kidding me."


Marcel rolled his eyes at me, and I was going to make a remark on it, but he laid me down and crawled on top of me.


"Well he certainly does have a reason to be jealous and still hooked-up on
you. You're perfect, Lou."


I was pleasantly surprised at his new confidence, and I could tell he was, too.


He dragged his long body up mine so he could reach my face to kiss me, but he startled us both with the friction he caused.


I made a soft moan as he trailed his hand down to the hem of my jeans, and he started unzipping them.


It really wasn't until Lottie burst into the room that we had stop, and she shrieked and covered her eyes.


"Louis! Did you forget other people live here or something?!"


"Lottie! Did you forget this is my room or something?!" I mocked her, and she uncovered her eyes, glaring at me.


"Where's my hair straightener you prat, I know you use it."


Marcel looked over at me and laughed after hearing what my sister had said.


"You use you sisters straightener?" He asked, still laughing a bit.


I frowned and lightly hit him on the arm.
"Don't judge. It's on my desk, Lottie."


She went over and took her pink straightener off my work desk that I use for school, and practically ran out of my room.


"Pink, Louis? Really?" He asked me jokingly, and I turned over, faking hurt.


Marcel knew I was only playing around, so he pulled the bed covers over us, clicked the light off, and draped himself over me, and we fell asleep like that.




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So yeah.

I'll be having more Niall & Nicole scenes soooonn, but keep in mind this story is almost finished!

Once this is done, I'll be continuing with ATSS (as the sun sets) my flowerchild!louis story, and either PMU (pull me under) the one where louis fakes his death or IWGU (i wont give up) the soul mate tattoo one.
All of them are Larry btw, so check them out if they sound interesting to you.


Also this chapter is dedicated to @Luvin_1D for being a cool active reader :)

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-Dee