Opposites Attract (Marcel&Louis Stylinson)

Chapter 59

With those demanding words, he turned and sped away.

"Louis..." I silently cried as I extended my arm out and reached, as if I could somehow pull him back.

I soon felt a hand on my shoulder and it spun me around. Travis patted my head and rested my forehead onto his shoulder.

"Marcel," He spoke.

I tensed up before lifting my head and meeting his eyes.

"No," I harshly said, "Just.. stop."

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

I took a step back as I continued to cry, "You're the one that should."

"What are you saying?" He took a step towards me.

"You're the one that should go away," I stated.

"Marcel.." He shook his head, "Don't do this."

"Louis means the wor- ... no, he is the world to me," I swallowed hard and clutched my hands, "My world just ran away from me, Travis."

My words strucked him and he froze. His eyes started to turn a light shade of red, filled with tears and guilt. He slowly nodded and backed away from me. I watched as he turned to leave. His pace was slow, as if he were to turn back and speak more.

"You know," He said as he came to a quick stop and spun to meet my eyes, "All I wanted... was the best for you. Now, I know what the best for you is... it's not me... it's Louis."

He gave me an apologetic smile and made his way out. I was left with hurt, guilt, and heartache. I walked over to the grand, white piano and stared at the music sheets that titled Moments.

"Shut the door," I began reading the lyrics as the sky turned dark and the stars arose, "Turn the lights off. I wanna be with you, I wanna feel your love. I wanna lay beside you. I cannot hide this... even though I try," I skipped a couple of lines until I got to the part that made my tears hit the ground along with my knees, "You know I'll be, your life, your voice, your reason to be... my love, my heart, is breathing for this.. moment, in time, I'll find the words to say.. before you.. leave me.. today."

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Liam's POV - 12:34 A.M.

"I'm almost there," I spoke to Zayn on the phone.

"Okay, good," he replied.

"Why do you want me to drive them home, anyway? I'm sure they wanna be left alone," I stated.

"No," His voice cracked, "Something's wrong.. I can feel it."

"Really?" I snorted.

"I'm serious," He replied, "Something's very wrong.. you have to do this. You have to check on them."

"Okay," I nodded, frustrated.

I turned into the empty park and drove my car in a vacant lot. I quickly got out of the car and locked it.

"Okay, I'm going now," I announced to Zayn.

"Okay. Look for them," He commanded.

"Alright, chief."

I walked around the park until I noticed a white spot from far away.

"I think I see them," I spoke.

I immediately ran as fast as I can until coming to a complete stop.

"Oh shit," I cursed as I stepped closer.

Marcel was lying on a blanket, hugging some pieces of paper. A piano was beside him, along with a telescope and the picnic materials. What's not with him though.. is Louis.

"What is it? What's wrong?!" Zayn instantly asked.

"Hold on," I shoved my phone into my back pocket and knelt down beside Marcel.

I lightly shook him and repeatedly called his name. His swollen eyes fluttered open and he chuckled.

"What happened to you?" I disappointedly asked.

He chuckled again. But this time, tears escaped his eyes and he shook his head.

"What's wrong?" I frowned.

"I lost," He choked out, "I lost my world."

I ran my fingers through my hair, "What are you talking about? Where's Louis?"

His body shivered at my mention of Louis.

"Where's Louis?" He repeated my question, "I asked myself that hours ago, Liam," He chuckled with a sad expression again, "Where's my Louis? WHERE'S MY LOUIS, LIAM?!"

"Marcel.." I cupped his cheek, "What happened?"

Marcel slowly sat up and pulled his knees into a hug, "He told me to go away."

"What?"

He finally met my eyes and strictly repeated, "He told me to go away, Liam. My first love... first boyfriend... first relationship... my husband," He breathed heavily before finishing, "Told me... told me to... to go away."

"Why?" I found myself tearing up.

He shook his head and shrugged. His lips quivered and he gasped for air, "He ran away from me, Liam. He just took off without an explanation."

"Damn you, Louis," I silently said to myself before pulling my phone out of my pocket and holding it up to my ear, "Zayn?"

"What the fuck is going on, Liam?" He angrily asked.

I sighed and closed my eyes, "Louis told Marcel to go away then he took off without an explanation."

Zayn took a moment to reply, "Give the phone to Marcel."

I did as told and Marcel shakily took the phone from me. I made sure to put it on speaker before handing it to him so I could hear what was said as well.

"Marcel," Zayn's voice became deep and serious, "I need you to listen to me, ok?"

Marcel was crying so much, I was sure he was going to explode. I soothe his back as he talked,

"Ok, Zayn."

"I need you to do as I said, you got that?"

"Ok, Zayn," Marcel nodded.

"First, I need you to stop crying."

"I can't," Marcel replied.

"You can, Marcel. You can," Zayn encouraged.

Marcel gasped a little more before wiping his eyes and catching his breath, "Ok, Zayn."

"Good, Marcy, good. You're a great listener, you know that? Ok, second. I need you to toughen up and answer my questions without crying, can you do that for me?"

"I.. I don't think I- I ca- can, Zayn," He stuttered.

"Yes you can, Marcel. You sure as hell can, you understand?"

"Ok, Zayn."

Marcel.. he looked so small and young. It's like he never ages. He looked like a little three year old, listening to his father. It's so intriguing to see how vulnerable he can get.

"Ok, first question, Marcel. Was Louis there when you showed up?"

"Yes."

"Was Travis with you?"

"Ye- yes. He.. he followed me but I didn't know.."

I could see he was trying his best not to cry and to coherently answer Zayn.

"Did Louis speak to Travis?"

"No."

"Did Louis cry?"

Marcel closed his eyes and sighed as though the image of Louis crying was hurtfully flashing through his mind, "Yes."

"Ok. Thank you, Marcel. Can you please give the phone back to Liam?"

"Ok," Marcel nodded as he innocently handed me the phone.

I ran my fingers through his hair and took the phone. I optioned it off of speaker and answered, "It's me."

"Liam. I need you to drive Marcel back here and pick me up. We'll all look for Louis together."

"What?" I unbelievably questioned.

"You heard me."

I got up and walked a bit so Marcel couldn't hear me.

"Zayn, are you mental? It's almost one in the morning. We're all exhausted here. I'm sure Louis can take care of himself."

"Liam, don't make me knock the shit out of you. Just do what I say and we'll be fine."

I groaned and obeyed, "Fine."

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Zayn's POV - 2:02 A.M.

"Where are you going?" Anne asked, descending from the stairs as I put on my jacket by the front door.

"Liam and Marcel are gonna pick me up," I said as I zipped up my jacket, "So we can go find Louis."

"Louis?" She questioned.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Zayn.. didn't Louis tell you?" She suddenly asked.

I was about to open the front door but her words stopped me. I slowly turned my wheelchair around and met her eyes, "Tell me what?"

She reached her last step until both of her feet touched the ground.

"Tell me what, Anne?" I questioned again.

"He came here, packed his stuff, told me he was sorry, and left," She answered with a dismal look, "He said he already told you guys."

"He didn't tell us anything," I stated, "Did he say anything else?"

"I asked him why he had to leave so suddenly," She nodded, "He said something about a football event. He's volunteering for a scrimmage game at him and Marcel's university. Non-footballers can sign up to play in a game with the professionals like him or something. I think that's what he told me but I'm not quite sure."

I let out a huff and bit my bottom lip, "Okay."

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, "He's a real bas-"

The front door swung open, revealing an exhausted Liam and crying Marcel.

"Mummy," Marcel ran towards Anne and she immediately pulled him in for a hug.

"Oh my baby," She held him, "What happened to you? What happened to you?"

"I'm sorry Zayn," He spoke, "I promised I wouldn't cry but I have to, Zayn. I'm so sorry."

"What are you saying, Marcy?" She began to soothe his back.

He fell to the floor and she crumbled down with him. Though, she never let go.

"Louis left mum," His cry seemed so painful, "He left me. He hates me."

"No, baby no. Don't say that. That's not true," She rubbed his hair.

Liam stood beside me and I ordered him to help me stand. The ache was still hurting me but I didn't care. He helped me limp over to Marcel and I sat down on the ground.

"Marcel, look at me," I spoke.

His cries became louder.

"Damn it, Marcel. Look at me!"

Anne helped him lift his head and he met my eyes. My hands brought up to his face and ran a thumb over the apples of his cheeks before saying,

"Louis is a fucking cry baby with nothing but love for you. He can be fucked up and idiotic. I know that, you know that, everyone knows that. He loves you so much that he can get so damn selfish and mean and stupid. I'm right, right? But, he can be so passionate and sentimental and he's an incredible person. He's everything I want in a best friend and more. Now, you. You're too nice so people take advantage of you. You're so nice that your kindness gets mistaken for flirting. You wear your heart on your sleeve and you don't even realize it. You can be as stupid and idiotic as him. You know that? But you're so positive and amazing and beautiful. Your heart is beautiful. You're probably world's best person," I can see a smile start to spead on his face, "Stop this shit, ok? I'm getting old and I'm in pain and I can't keep up with you two kids."

"I'm sorry," He whispered.

"Good, you should be," I smiled, "So why don't we get you where you need to be?"

"Where?" Liam asked, confused.

I rolled my eyes at his absurdity and answered, "With Louis."

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Marcel's POV - 12:21 P.M.

"Perrie, babe. Listen to me," Zayn spoke into the phone as Liam drove, "You don't have to go anymore. Meet us at the university. Bring Niall and Ani, ok? Yes. No. Perrie, no. Yes. Ok. I'll explain when you get there. At the football field. Ok. Yes. I love you too."

We all went to sleep at around 3:00 A.M. last night and woke up at around 7:00 A.M. to drive back home. Back to Louis.

"Ok, go!" Liam stated, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Zayn," I grabbed his hand, "What if he doesn't want me anymore? What if he really does hate me?"

"Marcel, if you ever say that again, I will kick you all the way back to Doncaster, you understand?"

My eyes widened and I swallowed hard before quickly nodding, "Ye- yes sir."

"Good boy," He smiled.

Zayn carefully got out of the car and Liam handed him his crutches. They walked to the field as I lingered behind.

"Hurry," Liam demanded.

I quickened my pace and felt a breeze caused by the wind. The shorts and t-shirt Liam dressed me in aren't quite fit for the weather.

We made it to the entrance of the large football field where a woman stopped us.

"Sorry, but are you signed up for today's event?" She questioned.

"No," Liam shook his head, "Just let us in."

She looked bothered, "I can't do that, sir. Your name has to be on the list."

"We don't have time for this shit, ok? Just let us in!"

"Liam," Zayn gripped his biceps, "I'm sorry, m'am. We never got the chance to sign up and my friend's husband is actually a football player here."

"Who's the football player?" She questioned.

"Louis Tomlinson," Zayn answered.

My heart yearned for Louis at the mention of his name. She thoroughly observed her papers, "I'm sorry but Mr. Tomlinson didn't have any family members signed up."

"Marcel?" A familiar female voice interrupted.

I turned around to see Eleanor.

"Oh," I awkwardly nodded, "Hi."

"Hi!" She brightly greeted me, "How are you?"

"Umm.." I faced the ground.

"He's fine," Liam answered, "If you don't mind, we're busy here."

"Oh I'm sorry," She nodded.

"It's about time you're here," The woman stood up from her seat, "It's your turn."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Deen," She lightly chuckled and took the seat the woman previously occupied.

"Wait," Zayn looked at her, "You work for this?"

"I'm volunteering," El smiled, "I'm in charge of the participants and pro-players."

His eyes lit up and he nudged me, "Let Marcel in. Let him play the game today."

"What?" I immediately lifted my head to look at him.

Eleanor was hesitant for a moment before saying, "Ok. Fine. I'm not allowed to do this but here, take this jersey. I don't think the guy who signed up last will actually show up so here. Take it. Here's your wristband too."

She handed me a blue jersey and the wristband with a friendly smile.

"Why are you doing this for me?" I curiously asked.

"Louis stayed at my place last night," She spoke, "He told me everything. Look, he didn't want to go back to your apartment for Ani to worry so he called me and came over. Don't worry, nothing happened and nothing will ever happen. I promise you, Marcel. He's really upset at you so go fix what you need to. Ok? You guys aren't allowed to break up so hurry up!"

"Wow," Zayn smiled, "Thank you."

"Yeah," I smiled, "Thank you so much."

"Anytime," She returned the expression, "Now hurry!!!"

Liam grabbed me by the neck of the t-shirt and pulled me towards an empty bench. He snatched the wristband from my hand and put it tightly around my wrist.

"Take your shirt off," He ordered.

"Umm.." I shyly tugged at the ends of the shirt.

"What are you doing? I said take it off," He stated, annoyed.

"Can't I change in the restroom?" I quietly asked.

He raised his eyebrows and pulled me close, "If you don't change right here, right now, I will burn all your books."

My broadened eyes and scared expression showed my understanding. I quickly took off the shirt and pulled on the blue jersey. I folded the t-shirt and neatly rested it down on the bench.

"Hey!" A small man rushed over to us, "Aren't you participating in this or not? Hurry up and stretch with the team!"

My heart raced and I looked over at Liam, "I can't do this."

"Wanna say that again, Marcel?," Zayn approached us.

I shook my head, afraid.

''Then go," He gave me a light pushed.

I ran over to the large crowd on the field and followed the stretches everyone was doing. I looked around to find Louis but had no luck.

"Alright everyone!" The small man gathered our attention, "Thank you so much for joining us today. This is such a great way to introduce the amazing sport that is football. I am so excited for the game to start and see how your skills come together in show!"

The crowd clapped and cheered.

"Now," He focused us again, "Let me introduce to you the captain of our top team, Louis Tomlinson!"

My whole body shivered and weakened. The butterflies in my stomach went absurd and I felt like I was going to hurl.

An unshaved, messy hair Louis appeared in his beautiful uniform and affectionate smile, "Hi everyone!"

I took a couple of step backs to stand behind the group so he wouldn't be able to see me.

"It's great to have you all here today. Thank you for volunteering. I've heard about this but couldn't aid in this event because I had something plan out of town. But that's over now so I took the chance and offered to captain today. We're really not as super as we sound so don't feel intimidated!"

The crowd laughed and clapped.

"But you are super," I said silently to myself as I stood lowly behind the large group, "You're the best player out there."

"Let's have a good game today!" Louis encouraged.

Once again, they all cheered and exchanged compliments.

"Get into your positions, players!" The small man commanded.

The group began to move away and I panicked. Louis' eyes landed on me and froze.

"KICK SOME ASS, MARCEL!" I heard Niall scream from the sidelines, "KICK HIS ASS!"

I stared back at Louis, contemplating on what I wish to say to him. I wanted to say a lot of things. He took another minute to glare at me then walked away. It's like he saw me as a disgusting creature that he needed to escape from.

"Louis.." I whispered, reaching out for him.

"HEY KID!" The man grabbed my arm, "Aren't you gonna play?"

"I don't think I can, sir," I began to cry, "I don't even know how to."

"You're funny," He laughed, "Stop messing with me kid. You can't sign up if you have no idea how! You're silly. Stop joking."

"I'm not sir," I exclaimed.

"Your friend over there with the crutches told me you know exactly what you're doing and you play mid-field quite well. You can run, right? He told me you know what you're needed to do so please don't back out now. I don't have anyone else to fill in for you."

Gee wiz, Zayn. Why did you have to lie to the man? I'm going to fail so badly.

"I'll try," I nodded.

"Great! That's all I want from you!" He patted my shoulder before running off the field.

I was placed in my position and searched for Louis. I looked across the field to see him in the same position I am in. He watched me as I wiped my tears.

"LET'S GO PAPA AND DADDY!!!" I heard a cute, familiar voice shout from the sidelines.

I turned to see Liam carrying Ani on his shoulders with Niall standing beside them with a sign that reads "GO DADDIES GO!" I gave them a wide smile and blew her a kiss. She caught it and blew one back. I grasped her kiss and held it to my heart.

The referee blew the whistle and the game started. Not having a clue as to what I have to do, I took the opportunity to run towards Louis.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" My teammate shouted.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized and continued to run.

Louis took the ball away from someone and ran straight at me.

"Louis! Louis!" I jumped and waved my arms in the air.

He used his strong strength to knock me to the ground and kicked the ball forward. My body hit the ground so hard, I thought I was going to pass out.

"GET UP MARCEL!" Niall screamed, "HURRY! GET UP!"

I forced myself up and cried, "I don't know what I'm doing!"

"GET THE BALL FROM THEM AND SCORE!" Zayn shouted.

I wiped the dirt and grass of my body before running for the ball that was currently in Louis' possesion. I ran with all my might and caught up to his fast speed. He noticed my actions and his face tensed up.

"SHOVE HIM! SHOVE HIM!" I heard Niall shout.

"I'm sorry Louis!" I said before shoving him as hard as I could.

He fell to the ground with an angry look.

"GET THE BALL! GET THE BALL!" I heard everyone yell.

I immediately kicked the ball and turned it back to where I'm supposed to run. The other players tried to reach me but I was too quick and determined to let them retrieve it. I ran down the field and towards the goal.

"You can do this," I said to myself.

I stopped to prepare to aim and shoot. As my foot arranged to kick, I let out a deep breath.

"MARCEL! BEHIND YOU!" Zayn shouted.

I turned around to see Louis charging towards me.

"Ahhh!" I screamed before he attacked my body and striked me to ground.

The ref blew his whistle and everyone slowed down to watch the chaos unfold.

Louis stood up and pulled me by the neck of my shirt. He dragged me to the middle of the field and ignored the ref's demands.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He harshly let go of me.

I gasped for air and settled to the ground, "I didn't know what else to do."

"You can't play, Marcel."

"But Lou-"

"Just leave."

I stared at him in disbelief and slowly stood up. I fixed my wrinkled shirt before courageously stating,

"No."

"What?"

"I'm not leaving."

"Marcel, don't do this shit. Just lea-"

"No. I'm not going to leave. I'm going to win for my team so if you can't handle it then you can leave."

His serious expression almost broke into a surprise one but he managed to mutter, "Really now?"

I pushed pass him and thought to myself, show him all you've got, Marcel.

"Penalty kick!" The ref ordered.

"What's that, sir?" I questioned.

A few snorts and laughs escaped around me but I ignored it. Only a fool wouldn't ask questions when he doesn't know something.

"You get to kick into their goal but if their goalie catches it then you don't get the point, got it?" The ref explained.

"Thank you," I nodded in understandment.

I glanced back at Louis who was observant of my every move.

The ball was set yards away from the goal and the goalie stood in a ready position. I took a few step back and prepared myself. With no hesitation, I ran and kicked the ball as hard as I could with my right foot. The ball flew high into the goal and the goalie fell to the ground, unable to catch it.

The audience cheered but Niall was the loudest. I had no idea I'd actually be able to do that. I turned around and walked towards Louis. I kept my distance and looked at him,

"Game on."

With that, the game went on. Our team managed to score two more times.Louis' team scored three times, creating a tie between us. There were two minutes left in the game.

"LET'S GO BLUE TEAM, LET'S GO!" The audience chanted.

I smiled at their support and glimpsed at Ani. She gave me a beautiful smile and waved. I waved back and blew her another kiss before focusing back on the game.

"ONE MORE GOAL MARCEL! ONE MORE GOAL!" Zayn shouted.

"YOU GOT THIS, MARCEL!" Niall added.

"DADDY!" Ani clamored at Louis. Louis viewed her and waited for her to continue, "PAPA LOVES YOU. PLEASE DON'T BE ANGRY WITH PAPA!"

His serious expression dropped and a saw a few tears strolled down his eyes.

"TOMLINSON!" One of his teammates shouted and passed the ball to him.

Louis stopped it and looked at me from across the field. Everyone around us were running and shouting but looking back at Louis causes the world to seem as though it stopped spinning.

50 seconds left on the clock.

"SCORE TOMLINSON! SCORE!" Someone shouted.

Louis was still staring back at me. All I wanted to do was run up to him and kiss the tears away.

"LOUIS! COME ON!" Another added.

30 seconds left on the clock.

I didn't even bother to run. I didn't care about the game anymore. This whole time, I just wanted him to look at me the way he's looking at me right now.

I raised my right hand up to my heart and patted it twice as I breathed heavily.

20 seconds left on the clock.

Everyone began to slow down and stop running. I started to walk towards the middle of the field and Louis did the same but at a much slower, hesitant pace.

10 seconds left on the clock.

Our eyes linked and commenced to speak the words he promised,

"You know I'll be
Your life
Your voice
Your reason to be
My love
My heart
Is breathing for this
Moment
In time
I'll find the words to say
Before you leave me today."

0 seconds left on the clock.

The ref blew the whistle, initiating the end of the game. Everyone was dead silent, watching Louis and I.

I could almost hear my own heartbeat as I waited for a response from Louis. His chest rose and fell rapidly and he made his way to me. Stopping a foot away from me, he raised his right hand up to his chest and patted it twice.

He swallowed hard before saying, "I would never leave you."

A wide smile grew on my face and I leaped into his arms. My taller form caused him to fall back and I landed on top of him. He giggled as he wrapped his arms around me and our noses met in an eskimo kiss.

"Marcel," He breathed, "I'm really sorry. I've been a completely shithead and I don't know how you could ever forgive me but-"

I snorted and shook my head, "Just kiss me you fool."

He licked his lips before connecting the space between our lips.

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We ended the night by the fireplace in our apartment. Ani was fast asleep in my arms as Louis cuddled us while humming a sweet lullaby.

Niall and Liam went on a double date with Perrie and Zayn. They all decided to drive back to Doncaster so Perrie could visit her parents. Also, they wanted to leave us alone as a family.

The fire allowed cozy heat to warm our hearts and minds. The s'mores sat on a large plate. We sure did eat a lot of that tonight. Ani had some chocolate surrounding her small lips. Louis' been giggling about how it's a 'chocolate mustache,' and won't let me wipe it off for her.

"Marcel," he whispered.

"Mmm?" I asked as my head rested on his shoulder.

"Do you think Ani's lonely?"

"Lonely? Why would she be lonely?"

"Like, do you think she needs someone around to keep her company? Since, we're not around that often."

"I think she's okay," I ran my fingers through her hair.

"Are you sure?" He sounded sad.

"Why are you asking, hubby?"

He moved her onto the pillow and off my lap before pulling me up and on my feet. His hands slithered to my back and down onto my bum. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my nose, making me giggle a bit.

"Babe," he whispered.

"Yes?" I smiled as we started to slow dance around the living room.

He came to stop and cupped my cheek before saying,

"Let's have a baby."