Beat Still

Chapter 5: Beat Still

*Marcel's Pov*

Mom, Gem, Harry, and I sat around the table for hours. We joked around, told random stories, explained mine and Harry's tattoos, and ate until we could not see straight. Gemma and I even told war stories about our first nights in the dorm. We moved out around the same time into the same uni.

Man I love my family. There is never a dull moment with them. When I told them I was gay they all just looked at each other and laughed. Apparently they were all just waiting for me to figure it out. Figures. It was starting to get dark, and like I said I love my family so much, but I really want to get in my bed.

I could see Harry motion me towards the kitchen, so I discreetly slid into the other room as the two women chattered on. It's a good thing Harry and I have high metabolisms or I would have a LOT of trouble getting out of my seat!

"What is up my brother from the same mother?" I was trying to sound cool, but it never comes out right. Harry just shook his head, and revealed what he was hiding from behind his back.

Two bottles of vodka. Oh no. "No! No Harry, the last time we drank you got naked in front of the entire school, and I woke up on the roof with some random guy!"

"Uhm, I would get naked in front of the entire school even when I'm sober and the guy was, and I quote 'totally hot'. Remember?" he answered crossing his arms.

"Harry, I said n-"

"Pleaseeee Marcy! I just want to celebrate with my brother! Please just five shots!"

I rolled my eyes. Now it was my turn to cross my arms," Make it three and you've got a deal."

We hear the doorbell ring, and just by the sound of laughter and excitement I know exactly who it was. Better start on these shots. "Louis Bearrrr!" I hear mum and Gem yell simultaneously. Right now I'm sure he's getting the same bone crushing hugs i received. Harry takes a swig from his bottle and goes to greet his best mate.

Bummer. Tonight had started out so fun. Don't get me wrong Louis is definitely part of the family, but I have always felt like he was just Harry's brother...not mine. I guess I like Louis and all, but we never got on like he and my brother do.

Louis has an....interesting sense of humor, and he's in the habit of acting like a child even though he's two years older than us. He is also in the habit of constantly teasing me. Like I said its his sense of humor and everyone else gets it, but I just don't like it. Hare does step in if Louis steps over the line though.

Uh oh, I hear footsteps. I take a long swig from my bottle and quickly hide it in the fridge. "Hello Marcy." I turn to face the smirking figure in the doorway just in time to catch his eyes trailing up my body.

Wait is Louis checking me out? Of course not!

He may be overly friendly and very affectionate to practically anyone, but he's not gay.

"He-hey Lou." Why am I stuttering? Oh yeah maybe because I forgot how hot Louis is.

Did I really just call Lou hot? Oh no. Mental face palm...I know what you're thinking. 'How much could someone change in like a month, Marcel?' Well apparently a lot!

Louis exchanged his feathery fringe for a gelled up quiff hairstyle. He also must have started tanning with Harry because woah. Ugh, stop Marcel he's practically your brother!

"What, no hug?" He pouted.

What a child. Although his pout was extremely adorable. He's used it on me so many times, I swear. I walk over to his waiting arms, and give him a short, tight hug...or at least that's what I tried to do. I guess the liquor had made its way to my head and I tripped on air.

"I got you!" Louis shouted, and caught me right on cue. As I looked up at him, I could see his blue eyes sparkling at me and I couldn't help but smile widely.

"Thanks Lou. You really saved me there..." I breathed in his scent. A mixture of lilac and fresh linen. I never wanted to leave his arms. Wait, what?

"But of course Marcy, I'm...Superman!" All of a sudden he starts running around the kitchen with his fist in the air pretending to fly. I shake my head in laughter, this is going to be a long night.