Love Uncovered (Larcel/Loucel AU)

Chapter 9

A/N: Hello I'm super SUPER sorry for such a long wait! I doubled the length of this chapter to try and make it up. And we changed the cover again. Lastly, a huge thank you to everyone voting and leaving feedback it makes me soooo happy! Enjoy!

Disclaimer; I DO NOT OWN OR HAVE THE RIGHTS TO ANY OF THE TITLES MENTIONED IN THIS STORY.

Louis’ POV

    My knuckles were white against the steering wheel of my car. I had to take long-lasting breaths, but it didn’t help. I screamed again until my throat was sore and small tears were forming in my eyes. This day was rubbish. Absolute rubbish. I was still parked at the school, but my real desire was to speed home and glide my razors against my skin. Part of me was angry at Zayn for putting me in this position, but mostly I was angry at myself. I felt like garbage for what I said. I thought cutting Marcel off completely would be the right thing to do for my own sake, which maybe it was. But as I sat in my car, I sure as hell didn’t feel like everything was right. Tears were welling in my throat again, so I put my car in drive and sped home.

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    Deeper. I told myself. Deeper. I closed my eyes and put all my focus on the pain in my wrist. I felt the cool metal against my flushed fingertips. My mind cleared and I forgot about Zayn and Marcel and school. All I could think of and see was blood, which in the moment didn’t seem all that bad.

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    I woke up to darkness and a wet pillow. Immediately, I was hit with the stress I had been trying to relieve. I still had loads of homework and it was already 9 o’clock. Suddenly everything from today came flooding into my thoughts and I let out a groan. I stalked down the stairs and found that mum wasn’t home yet. I sat down at my kitchen table and held my head in my hands, running my fingers through my feathery hair. Everything seemed to fit together so perfectly just yesterday when I was with Marcel. I felt my heart start to beat unsteadily at the thought of our hands grazing, his bright eyes, toothy adorable grin… No. In a desperate attempt to clear my mind I started on the pile of homework stacked on the mahogany stained table. I started on my reading for English and my eyes fell upon one of the lines in George Orwell’s 1984. It read, “If you want to keep a secret, you must hide it from yourself.” That was it, I can't take this anymore. I slammed the book shut and ran upstairs with tears threatening to cascade down my face. This is exactly what I was afraid would happen. I snatched up my phone and dialed in Marcel’s number that he had written on a small crumpled sheet of paper he had slipped to me in class a while ago. I pressed call, but hung up after two rings. I was already shaking. What if he doesn’t want to talk to me? What if he does talk to me, but tells me he hates me? Just the thought made the tears fall over my cheeks. But I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ve done nothing but hurt him and if it was me, I would do the same. I said the quote from my book out loud once more to the silence of my room. “If you want to keep a secret, you must hide it from yourself.” No more hiding.

Marcel’s POV

I flinched as I heard the familiar ring of my cell phone. I stood up from my seat at the kitchen table and heard it ring once more, then silence. The bright screen read “One missed call- Louis” My chest fluttered out of habit, but I felt my shoulders drop at my own realization and my heart ached yet again for him and the sound of his sweet words in my ears. His voice, his eyes, his body; it was all etched clear as crystal into my mind. And while my heart yearned for him, I also felt the anger and humiliation boil up inside of me and twist its way through my chest until there was no more yearning. Anger is a very powerful emotion, able to crush even the purest of hearts.