Beat Still

Chapter 6: Beat Still

Hey Guys, I just want to clear up some things. So imagine that Harry looks /dresses like 19 year old Harry, you know all tan and different hair blah blah. And Marcel looks like...well Marcel (duh). But also like 17 year old Harry when he's in like a "relaxed mode", with curls and hoodies and beanies...Those were the days. Oh and also, I kind of gave Marcel some of Harry's tattoos (and some made up ones) but every other one that I didn't mention are on Harry. Kkay? Kkay.

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*Marcel's Pov*

"No, you, you just don't understand. Like the p-pressures of being twins 'cause the gov-government," he paused his rant to hiccup,"is out to get us and..."

I look over at Louis who is in a fit of giggles which makes me laugh too. I think it is safe to say Harry is plastered. He's been rambling on like this for twenty minutes. I am just happy he is not naked right now.

"And like, I'm so proud of Marcy for coming out! Yayyy Marcy! Cheers mate!" he clinks his bottle loudly with Louis'. I can feel my face heat up as Lou smirks at me.

"Hey Marcy," Harry whisper/shouts at me (I think he thinks he is whispering though)," I know you just got ou-out of a relationship, but I know someone who likes you." He drug out the 'likes' for a second to long.

What? Someone likes me? Wait, why am I listening to this drunken idiot? I flash an embarrassed smile at Louis who actually looked just as embarrassed as me. I wonder why?

"I'm going to put him to bed." I whisper to Louis who nods in agreement. "Come on Hare bear, it's time for bed!"

"Nooooo, I'm not ready for sleepy time!" he whines.

"Oh don't be a baby, you big wanker." Louis says playfully.

"Fine I'll go, but only if Marcy tu-tucks me in."

"Okay Hare. Whatever you want." I say as I help him up the stairs. It took me about 20 minutes just to get him settled.

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*Louis' pov*

I don't know if this is just the liquor talking or whatever, but Marcel is looking...well, good. We all knew Marcel is gay, but I'm pretty sure I'm not.

I hook up with countless girls all the time. Granted I don't feel anything for them but I still enjoy it! I love women! I enjoy a nice, round bum...wait saying I love bums isn't helping my case is it?

I try to shake the thoughts out of my head, but it doesn't work. All of a sudden Marcel comes running down the stairs and flops next to me on the couch.

He takes a nice long swig from his bottle, and I can't help but watch how his lips come around the bottle almost seductively. How his tongue grazes his lips, wiping any trace of the liquid away. He is really sexy in his own way.

I try to look away, but I find myself staring at his plump, pink lips. What the hell is going on with me? Okay I'll admit I've always seen Harry as my brother and Marcy as...well definitely not a brother but I am usually able to keep a handle on myself. Oh shit, he sees me! Play it off Lou, be cool!

"Uhhh....nice, uhm...lips!" Well damn. That was the opposite of cool. Marcy gives me a confused look and I watch as his face turns a light shade of pink.

"No! What I mean is...like from a medical perspective they are...aesthetically pleasing." I was trying to appeal to his nerdy side, but I wasn't even sure what I was saying.

My head was starting to feel light after I finished off my 4th drink. I can pretty much handle a lot more liquor so I'm not drunk, but I am a little lightheaded from the strong vodka.