Opposites Attract (Marcel&Louis Stylinson)

Chapter 60

"A.. a baby?" I whispered.

His eyes sparkled in the dark as his hands held my taller form. A smile.. a beautiful smile spread on his face as he nodded shyly.

He leaned into my lips and breathed,
"I need your body."

My face flushed red before I giggly shook my head, "What are you doing, Louis William Tomlinson?"

"Marcel Edward Tomlinson," he smiled, "I wish to have a baby with you. Is that too much to ask?"

"Louis..." I bit my bottom lip, "We can't.. we.. scientifically can't."

He let out a loud laugh before covering his own mouth and checking to see if it woke Ani up. Thanfully, she's quite a heavy sleeper.

"I know that," He looked back at me knowingly, "There is another way for us to, though."

"You mean.. have a woman carry the baby for us?" I nervously asked.

"Do you not want that?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No... I mean I do want.. I mean.. umm.. are we ready for that?" I shifted my stare to our feet.

"Of course we're ready!" He replied.

"Oh.. umm," I hesitantly nodded.

"Marcy," He took a hold of my right hand and led me out to our balcony. I stepped to the railing and rested my hands on its surface. Louis stood behind me as he protectively held me close. His chin reached my shoulder and his lips remain pressed to my ear, "I've always told myself that once I find 'the one,' then I would give that person my all. I would want to have at least three children, a cozy home with a fireplace and nice bed, a kitchen with cute aprons for each of us, and whatever they wanted, I would get."

I couldn't wipe the smile away even if I tried. I rested my hands on his and leaned back on him, "That's beautiful."

"You think so?"

"Mmhm."

"I want a baby with you," He whispered, "Please?"

I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't even know if we were truly ready for another child. As much as I would like to, I just am not sure.

"Marcel?" He broke me from my thoughts.

"Can.. can I think about it?" I wondered.

"Of course," He nodded.

"Thanks," I turned and kissed his cheek.

Silence filled. Comfortable silence. I liked it. Nothing else was needed to be said. We both simply enjoyed the time in each others' arms.

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Louis' POV - Two Days Later.

"You asked him to have a baby?!" Niall smilingly, loudly questioned.

"Niall," I laughed, "Keep it down!"

I took Niall out for breakfast at a nearby cafe. Not only did I want to talk but I quite enjoy their breakfast sandwiches. Knowing Niall, he'd eat anything and can hold great talks. He's becoming a really close mate.

"That's insane, bro!" He tried to lessen his excitement with a mouthful of scrambled eggs and chicken.

"Insane good or insane bad?" I asked.

"Insane great!"

"Thanks," I chuckled.

"He said yes, right?"

"No," I sipped my drink, "He asked for time to think about it."

"Oh," Niall slouched back in his chair.

"Why? Is it bad that he asked that? Does he not want a baby with me?" I sat up on the edge of my seat.

"Woah woah," Niall waved his hands up, "It just means he needs time to think. It's quite a serious question so of course he'd ask for time."

I nodded understandingly and smiled, "You're right."

Niall finished up his plate of food and drink before asking, "Who would be the carrier?"

I rapidly blinked at him, amused, "Niall... you know it isn't possible.. for you to carry our baby for us rig-"

"Mate!" He roared defensively, "What gave you that idea?! Psh.. that's.. ha.. no.."

I laughed at his flustered face, "Right.. okay."

"But um.." He leaned on the table, "Can I name the baby if you guys do decide to have one?"

"Depends. What do you suggest?" I sipped some more of my lemon soda.

"Craic."

The soda flew out of my mouth like a hose as I coughed violently. It took me a moment to gather myself after his suggestion.

"So... I'm guessing that's a-"

"No," I answered, "It's a no from me."

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Marcel's POV - Meanwhile..

"He asked you that?" Liam's eyes broadened.

"Yeah," I answered as I continued to fold the two baskets of laundry.

Liam sat down and helped. Things were quiet for a long moment.

"What do you think about it?" I questioned, breaking the silence.

"It's.." He stopped folding Louis' shirt to meet my eyes, "It's a huge deal and a massive responsibility, Marcel."

"I know," I acknowledged.

"What is he thinking?" Liam frustratedly scowled before continuing to fold the shirt.

"Why? Is it bad that he asked that?"

"It's not bad," Liam reassured me, "It's just... a serious topic. Ya know?"

I could tell he was trying not to worry me but he obviously didn't think it's such a good idea.

"Liam," I pulled Louis' shirt out of his hands to get his full attention, "You're such a good and close pal to me. I want your honest opinion on this. Please."

He sighed before nodding, "Okay," I started folding the shirt and moving onto another as I carefully listened, "You know I love you guys," He began, "But adding another member to your family is a big responsibility. A baby is a BIG responsibility. I mean, you don't even have time with Ani so how can you make time for a baby? Louis spends most of his time playing football and his career is taking off. You're becoming an amazing teacher and you have an internship. Soon you'll be teaching. You spend your free time doing things that you enjoy with Ani and Louis. Will you seriously have time to take care of another human being?"

His words struck me into reality. He's right. How would we care for our baby when our lives are so occupied? Not to mention... Ani's ill. A lot of money goes into her hospital visits, shots, and medication. Though, she's getting better. Thank goodness.

"You're right," I let out a tired breath.

Liam moved closer to me and allowed me to lean on his shoulder, "These things take time. Maybe it's not the best time right now, you know? You're both still young. Louis' like twenty-four and your twenty-three now. You still have time."

"Goodness gracious, we're getting old," I chuckled.

"Aren't we all?" Liam laughed with me.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax, "So what should I tell him?"

"Tell him you're not completely ready and just explain why. He should understand."

"Okay," I yawned, "I'll plan a date and ease it for him."

"Louis should be okay," Liam tapped my knee.

"Wait. Where is Louis, anyway?" I asked.

"He and Niall went out earlier," Liam answered, "Didn't say where they were going though."

"Why?" I curiously questioned.

"Probably to have the same conversation we're having."

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Louis' POV - 6:03 P.M.

We all sat quietly around the dinner table. Marcel and Liam made fried rice with beef and soup along with mashed potatoes and brownies for desert.

"Um," I broke the silence, "Thank you, babe, for making us dinner. You too, Liam."

"Yes. It's really good, thanks papa and thanks uncle Liam," Ani blushed.

"It's no problem," Liam smiled, "Thanks cutie."

"Yeah, thank you. It's really delicious," Niall added.

Liam didn't say anything to Niall. In fact, he didn't even look at him. He hasn't paid any attention to him ever since we arrived home earlier.

After breakfast, Niall and I decided to have a guys-day-out. We went to an arcade and had a blast. Afterwards, we went to play some pool and bought some couple t-shirts to surprise Mar and Li.

Oddly, Marcel wasn't saying much either. Something has to be going on..

"Excuse me but," I shot Liam a glare, "Niall just complimented your cooking, Liam."

Liam stopped eating and set down his fork before looking up to meet Niall's innocent eyes, "Thanks for the compliment. Enjoy."

"Oh um.. you're welcome," Niall nodded as he slowly ate.

He looked like he was about to cry. Niall never eats slow. He's always the one to finish his meal first. Plus, he didn't do anything wrong. Why is Liam treating him like this? I glanced over at Marcel who hasn't lifted his eyes from his plate.

"What the fuck is going on?" I snapped.

Ani's eyes widened at my use of language and immediately looked down at the table.

Marcel peered up at me and furrowed his eyebrows, "Nothing's going on, Louis. Please don't say that word in front of our daughter. Why are you so angry?"

"Maybe because you're not saying a thing and Liam has an unnecessary attitude!" I grimaced.

Liam stood up from his seat and announced, "I'm full," before storming out to the balcony.

"I'm sorry," Niall said as he stood up after Liam's unappreciated gesture, "I'll go talk to him."

After Niall left, I politely asked Ani to eat dinner in her room.

"She doesn't have to do that," Marcel frowned, "Ani, sweetheart, you can stay here and eat with me."

"What the hell, Mar?" I irritatedly said.

"Please don't talk like that in front of her!" He raised his voice.

I stared at him for a long moment before going off into our room and locking the door.

I leaned against the door and slid down to the ground. My head tilted back and I closed my eyes before whispering, "What did I do wrong this time?"

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Niall's POV

After closing the glass door, I awkwardly stood behind Liam in a safe distance.

"Are.. are you okay?" I softly asked.

His back was turned on me and he rested on the railing.

"I'm fine," He answered.

"No you're not," I corrected.

"Niall," He angrily spoke, "I don't wanna talk."

"Then just listen," I courageously ordered. He let out a huff and stayed quiet for me to talk, "I don't know why you're acting like this. I don't know what I did wrong. But, I hate when you get like this. I'm hoping good news will come from Marcel so please just-"

"Good news?" Liam spun around, "You mean the answer to Louis' question?"

"You know about that?" I quizzed.

"Marcel told me," He replied, "Don't expect him to say yes."

"What?" I asked, confused, "I don't understand. Why wouldn't he say yes?"

"Why would he say yes?" Liam questioned.

"Because I know Marcel and he loves kids. He loves babies! Why wouldn't he want one of his own? Besides, Louis' been wanting another baby for a long time. Marcel can't say no to Louis. Ani needs a sister or a brother anyway so-"

"Are you kidding me?" Liam let out a laugh.

"No.. I'm not kidd-"

"Why in the world can't Marcel say no to Louis? Louis can surely say no to Marcel but Marcel can't say decline back? What are you trying to say, Niall? I mean, maybe Marcel isn't ready. Maybe Marcel wants to wait till an appropriate time."

"And when would that appropriate time be, Liam? What if Marcel actually wants a baby now but he's just too scared to admit it? What if he's actually been meaning to ask Louis but Louis happened to ask him first? What if Marcel's been thinking about it for a really long time now?"

Liam gave me an odd look as he walked towards me. I nervously backed away from him until my body touched the door behind me. Liam stood one foot in front of me, rested his arms behind his back, and leaned down to look into my frightened blue eyes like I was a child before asking, "Niall, are we still talking about Marcel right now?"

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Marcel's POV

I stood up and began to clean up the plates on the table. Sweet, little Ani helped me out by cleaning the table.

Niall came back in with a flustered face.

"What's wro-," Before I could finish my question, he was already out the front door.

Liam came in afterwards with an expression like he's just seen a ghost.

"Um.. Liam? What's wrong? And why did Niall run off?" I asked.

Liam blinked quickly and met my gaze, "Did you say something, Marcel?"

"Erm yeah," I giggled, "I asked what's wrong and why did Niall run off? Are you alright? Did something happen?"

"Oh," Liam scratched the back of his head and smiled, "I.. um.. I'll go look for him."

He quickly grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter and ran out the door.

"That was weird," Ani laughed.

"You got that right, kiddo," I chuckled before taking all the dishes to the kitchen and cleaning them off.

Instead of using the dishwasher like we normally do, I decided to hand wash all the plates and utensils. Thinking I should do this regularly since it's not always good to depend on technology and machines.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" Ani suddenly asked.

"You mean how to clean these?" I held up a plate.

"Yes papa," She nodded.

"Alright," I smiled.

She grabbed her little step chair and I moved for her to place it where I stood. She stepped up on the chair to be able to hover over the sink as I stood behind her. I handed her the sponge and added more soap to it before putting my hands over hers in guidance. I helped her hold a plate in her left hand and the sponge in her right before showing her how to clean it.

"This is fun!" She excitedly bounced.

"Really?" I laughed, giving her a kiss on her cheek while at it.

"I saw aunt Perrie do this," She explained, "I really wanted to learn."

"Well, I'll teach you whatever I can," I assured her.

After washing two more plates and a few forks, Ani decided to ask,

"Is daddy angry at you, papa?"

I stopped for a second then continued to guide her, "Yes. Yes, he is."

"Why?" She frowned.

"It's my own fault, sweetie. I was acting very rude, you saw me."

"Why were you being rude to daddy?"

I sighed, "Daddy asked me a very serious question and I know that if I tell him no then he'll be really sad. So.. I thought that if I give him the silent treatment and be a little rude.. then he'd regret asking me. I don't know, Ani. I'm just being immature and childish."

We cleaned the last fork before leaving them on the rack to dry. She turned around to face me. I held her small waist as she placed her hands on my shoulders,

"Just tell daddy the truth then. He'll really appreciate it if you just tell him the truth. Daddy is very understanding and awesome. He'll still love you no matter what."

She's so wise. I swear she's smarter than all of us here.

"You're absolutely right," I smiled, "Thank you, sweetie."

"You're welcome papa," She smiled back.

"You know what," I said as I lifted her up and carried her on my side, "I have a plan and I'd like you to help me."

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Louis' POV - 1 Hour Later.

I took a shower and changed into my pajamas. I decided to wear Marcel's funky spaceships designed pants and a white, knitted sweater.

I paced back and forth as I chewed at the nails of my left hand. Why isn't he coming to talk to me? Isn't he gonna apologize? Do I have to apologize first? Man, I'm so hungry. My stomach grumbled at the thought of that unfinished plate of food. I slowly walked to the door and pressed my ear against it, trying to distinguish any sounds or voices. I didn't hear anything. Nothing at all. I decided to unlock the door and opened it to have a little peak out. Looking around, I didn't see anyone.

"What is going on?" I silently asked myself.

Finally, I heard footsteps so I quickly closed the door. Two knocks escaped and I grinned.

"If you want to apologize," I rested my hands on my hips, "You're gonna have to think of a better way than this, Marcel. Maybe a little food would be nice because I am starv-"

The door swung open, revealing Ani dressed in a black skirt with black leggings, a white collared shirt with a black bow-tie, and black cardigan. Her hair was up in a high bun and she looked like she was wearing a pair of Niall's non-prescription glasses.

"Oh.." I gave her a confused look, "I'm sorry, baby. I thought.. I thought you were papa.."

She stared at me with her hands crossed in front of her chest.

"Erm.." I lightly laughed, "Is everything okay? Why.. why are you dressed like that? Whe- where's papa?"

"Please come with me," She ordered in a funny voice.

I chuckled, "What's going on?"

"Sir, please just follow me."

"Did you just call me 'sir,'?" I snorted.

Niall appeared behind her in a suit with a bow-tie as well. He wore black shades and a serious expression, "Yes, she did. Sir, please stop asking questions and just follow us."

"What are you guys up to?" I laughed, confused.

Liam popped up from behind both of them, dressed exactly like Niall,

"If you ask one more question, Tomlinson, I will break both of your legs and feed it to the dog."

I gave them all a weird look and snorted, "Do- dog? We don't have a dog."

"Exactly," Niall smirked.

"Oh goodness gracious, can you just please tell me what the hell you're all doing?" I face palmed myself.

"Get the axe," Niall ordered Liam.

Liam held up a sharp axe out of nowhere. My heart raced and I grew terrified. I held my hands up in surrender, "Fine fine, I'll go... where are you taking me anyway?"

They all gave me an annoyed look.

"Sorry," I quietly spoke, "No more questions, I got it."

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7:13 P.M.

I was blindfolded as soon as I got into the car. I felt like I was being kidnapped. It was actually really terrifying. After about five minutes, we came to a stop.

"Where are we?" I questioned.

"If you ask one more question, I swear I'll-"

"Fine fine, damn. I'm sorry," I interrupted Liam.

"Boss," I heard Ani spoke, "We got the target. Prepare for us to arrive."

What the hell is happening? Is this like a real mission or something? Are they all spies and have been all along but never revealed themselves? I'm actually getting really scared.

"Why are you shaking?" Niall laughed.

"Please don't kill me," I let a few tears escaped my eyes.

I heard them giggle and snort before they grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the car.

"Calm down, Tommo," Liam spoke, "We'll leave that up to the boss."

"Who's the boss?" I cried as they led the way.

Since I didn't even get to wear my shoes before they forced me out, I was able to feel the grass as we walked.

"Grass... hmm," I said to myself as I tried to figure out where we are. I let out a frustrated huff and questioned, "Seriously, who's this boss you're talking about?"

"Meet," Ani spoke before Liam stripped the blindfold from my eyes. Turns out, the blindfold was a bandana. Hm, good to know. I blinked my eyes as I adjusted to the night atmosphere, "The boss," Ani finished.

Before me sat Marcel in a bench decorated in flowers and cozy blankets, in the middle of our university's football field. The telescope that I bought him rested in front of the decorated bench, along with a small table filled with food, two cups, and a pot of tea.

"Welcome," Marcel smirked.

He looked really adorkable in his glasses, hair pulled back in his normal gel, a plaid shirt buttoned all the way up with suspenders, and a pair of black dress pants. He sat with one leg crossed over the other and hands folded on his lap.

"I reckon you're 'the boss'?" I played along.

"That is correct," He nodded, "Thank you, team. You've succeeded your mission. Here, have some cookies," He held up a plate of cookies for them to take.

They each took one. Well, Niall took two but that's not a surprise.

"Thanks boss," Niall spoke.

"Mission accomplished, team!" Liam shouted.

I stared at them, obviously weirded out.

"Dismissed," Marcel waved them off.

"Yes sir!" They all said in sync before turning to leave.

"Daddy!" Ani turned back to me and whispered, "Don't be angry with papa!"

"You expect me not to be angry after he ordered you to kidnap me?" I chuckled.

"Thank you, Ani Zayn Tomlinson, you are now dismissed," Marcel spoke in a deep, serious tone as he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes boss!" She winked before running away to Liam and Niall. They both held her hand and soon disappeared from my sight.

"Won't you sit down?" Marcel offered.

"I'd love to, boss," I teased before sitting, snuggling up beside him.

He wrapped an arm around me and fed me a sandwich.

"I was starving," I confessed.

"I know," He smiled, "You left a good plate of food at dinner."

"I know. I should've taken the plate with me," I laughed.

He laughed along before nodding, "You should've."

Silence filled our knowing atmosphere as we looked into each others' eyes. Everything we wanted to say repleted the air from our loud minds.

"I'm sorry I-," We both spoke at the same time and chuckled lightly.

"You go first," Marcel suggested.

"Okay," I nodded. I made sure he was looking into my eyes before speaking, "I'm really sorry for blowing up on you earlier. I guess I was just angry that you didn't have an answer for me yet. You looked like you were avoiding me and the topic. I just got.. impatient and angry. You never deserve to be treated like that, especially by me. I'm really sorry."

"Louis," Marcel cupped my cheek, "I'm really sorry as well. You're right. I was avoiding the topic and I.. was purposely acting that way.."

"Why?" I softly questioned, leaning into his touch.

"I thought that if I acted that way.. you'd take back the question. Gee wiz, I don't know, Louis. I must be a terrible husband."

"No no," I rested my forehead on his, "You're not. Don't you ever think that or say that. You don't have to act that way either. Just tell me the truth no matter how much it may hurt me. I promise the same to you."

"Then you wouldn't be upset if I say I don't want to have a baby right now because I truthfully, honestly don't think we're ready?" He spoke in a low, scared voice.

"To be honest," I smiled, "I understand and I agree. When we're both ready, we'll know and we'll tell each other. Promise?"

"Promise," He held up his pinky.

I interlocked our pinkies in a fair compromise before leaning in for a slow, passionate kiss.

"I love your lips," He confessed into the kiss.

I took a hold of his waist and smiled, "I love yours too."

I tugged on his shirt, begging for it to be lifted up and off.

"Lou.." He shyly pulled away, "Not here."

I pulled him back and pecked his lips, "Why not? No one's around."

"Here.. here's not romantic," He pouted.

I let out a light chuckle and gave in, "Okay, alright."

"Besides," He took a hold of the telescope and looked through its lenses, "We're here for the stars. I hear there's a shooting start tonight."

"Really?" I smiled before grabbing another sandwich and happily eating it.

"Yeah," He beamed.

"That's exciting."

"Want to know something really cool?" He eagerly asked.

"Sure babe," I smiled.

"A meteoroid that burns up as it passes through the Earth's atmosphere is known as a meteor. If you've ever looked up at the sky at night and seen a streak of light or 'shooting star' what you are actually seeing is a meteor. Oooh! And the fastest meteoroids travel through the solar system at a speed of around 42 kilometers per second which is 26 miles per second! How amazing is that?! And and and around 500 meteorites reach the Earth's surface every year but of those only around 5 ever make it to scientists for study. How sad, right? I wish all 500 could make it. Don't you, hubby?" He finally lifted his head from the telescope to look at me. Only to notice that I was staring at him in nothing but fond, "What?" He questioned, "Is there something on my face?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

"What?" He began rubbing his cheeks with both hands, "What is it? What is it? Is it a bug?"

"Here," I stopped his hands, "Let me get it."

"Okay," He nodded.

"Close your eyes."

He did as told and waited. I slowly began to lean in and our noses touched. His eyes shot open before I crashed our lips together. After a while, I pulled away for some air.

"So I'm guessing that was just an excuse to kiss me?" He blushed.

"No," I smiled, "That was just an excuse for you to stop talking."

He lightly punched my chest as he pouted, "Hey.. not cool, dude."

"Hey," I laughed, "Don't call me 'dude.' We make out sometimes... and other things."

"Okay okay," He snorted, "Don't go into the details, please sir."

"Alright," I giggled, "When is that 'meteor' aka 'shooting star,' gonna come by?"

Marcel took a look at his watch and smiled, "In about two minutes!"

He breathlessly turned back to the telescope as I stared at him.

"Marcel," I acknowledged.

He met my eyes and smiled, "Yes?"

"I don't think you ever confessed that you like me."

"What?" He asked, amused.

"Maybe you have but I don't remember. It's been years. So I'm just gonna take it as you don't like me, do you Marcel Edward Styles?"

"Styles?"

"Yes. Right now you are still Marcel Edward Styles who is in grade eleven, lives with his mum, and has an obvious crush on Louis William Tomlinson, the hottest and best football player in school."

"Wow," He knowingly shook his head, "You forgot big ego and blunt."

"Details, details," I waved off.

He smiled as he continued to shake his head in amusement.

"Seriously," I scooted closer to him, "Confess it, Marcel Styles."

"Louis. You know I-"

"I know. I just want eighteen year old Louis to hear it from seventeen year old Marcel."

He gave me a his famous half smile that showed off his dimple.

"Okay," He nodded before fully turning to me and cupping my cheeks, "Louis Tomlinson of class 2013... I like you. I really really really like you."

"Ask for my permission to like me," I stubbornly ordered.

He sighed and softly laughed before agreeing, "Louis, can you please give me the permission to like you?"

"So you wish to fancy me, Marcel Styles?" I smiled.

"I wish to fancy you, yes."

"You, Marcel, wish to fancy me, Louis, forever and always?"

He let out a breath and smiled, "I, Marcel, wish to fancy Louis Tomlinson forever and always."

My lips turned into a smirk before looking up to the sky, "Perfect wish."

Marcel gave me a confused look before following where my eyes landed. He gasped as soon as he noticed the shooting star going at a slow pace.

"You.. you just made... me.. wish.."

"You wished to fancy me forever and always, Marcel," I cleverly grinned, "Now you can't like anyone but me for the rest of your life."

"Louis!" He grew flustered as he used his hands to cover his glowing, pink cheeks.

"Don't worry," I took a hold of his hands and met his eyes, "I wished the same about you."