Love Uncovered (Larcel/Loucel AU)

Chapter 10

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Louis’ POV

    Days passed, and were turning into weeks, every time I saw his face it was like a close up view into his shattered heart. He stopped taking my calls, ignored my texts, and even when I slipped him a note, he threw it out before even glancing at it. I knew I shouldn’t be this hurt; I had it coming. But even so, I still woke up every morning and swiped tears off my face because I knew I would have to look into those drowning green eyes again and realize I was the one who broke him.

Every day seemed the same now. I had nothing to look forward to anymore and each was more draining than the last. I remember when Marcel was all I would think about, but I fucking ignored it because I was ‘straight’. I laughed at the notion of it now.

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It has been approximately 21 days since I have spoken to Marcel, heard his voice say my name, that lovely, exquisite voice. I called him about 17 times, each time ringing a bit, then going to voicemail. And when the monotonous voice arrived, a piece of me fell. I knew he didn’t want to talk to me and it was hard to remember what I had been like without the constant thought of him. He wouldn’t leave me alone, yet that’s exactly what he was doing. The thought of never speaking to him sent my stomach tumbling. Even when I tried to look into his eyes, all I saw was the Marcel I created.

    I was mindlessly chatting with one of the boys from the polo team and Marcel walked by swiftly without even knowing I was there. His real aroma passed by in a flurry, but it made its way to me and I realized it was the same as I had thought up. The warm vanilla-almond made my mind spin and I felt my eyes go into a drunken dizziness. I grabbed ahold of the locker I was leaning against to keep my balance. The polo boy whose name had escaped me said, “You alright man? We should probably get going, the bell just rang and I can’t be late this year.” I replied as best as I could muster without slurring on my own words. The hazing scent still lingered near my nostrils. I walked the opposite direction of my home room because I wasn’t really in the mood to go to class. I was in the mood to consult the boy who was making me trip over my own feet with just his smell.

    I sped down the halls whilst having an internal battle with myself. My own mind was reeling with hope and adrenaline rushed from every bone in my body. He was right about to walk into his homeroom when I gripped his elbow to pull him from the doorway. The contact sent electricity through my hand all the way into my shoulder. This was the first time I had touched him in 21 days. His body jerked back as I pulled him towards me and I shut the door before he could enter. A ring sounded and he turned to look at me. Marcel had always been taller than me, so as I looked up at him I payed close attention to every emotion I could watch pass throughout his black pupils. Shock, pain, anger, hatred. He stared at me for a few seconds and I finally shovelled up my last slice of confidence. “Marcel,” His name felt sweet against my lips. I had a whole conversation planned, but my mind was drawing a blank. “I-I just um, I wanted to tell you I miss you a lot and I’m so so sorry for everything I did.” I lifted my head up to look at Marcel and sighed before he said, “Oh my god, you made me late.”

“I’m sorry I just had to-”

“Honestly Louis, please stop. I’m done wasting my time with you, for all I know you could be lying right now and believe me when I say, I’ve thought about this enough. This has all been for your pleasure since the beginning. I’m just done Louis. I don’t know how else to say it.”

He looked at me one last time with a shy expression and it reminded me of before, when there was no hidden pain. He stepped into his classroom and I stayed right there, hoping for him to come back out. I don’t know exactly how long I stayed there, but my legs were beginning to buckle underneath me and my head was spinning in different directions. One thought was crystal clear, ‘Please come back Marcel.’ I started running. I couldn’t bear to be here any longer. My legs took me down the hallways towards the exit and the soles of my Vans hit the specked tile with loud thuds. My car was waiting in the parking lot and I was home within minutes. I could sense my heavy breathing and I was on the verge of sobs, but I didn’t seem to care. Marcel didn’t like me, not as a person; not as Louis. If he didn’t want me, then I didn’t want to be me. Marcel hates me; I hate me. I don’t want to be Louis anymore. My feet padded up the stairs and I scribbled down a few of my thoughts onto paper and left it on my bedside. The last thing I wrote was ‘I will forever miss you.-Louis.’ It was a strange notion, at the moment I felt tranquil and almost in a state of peace. I wasn’t going to be Louis much longer.