Catch Me If You Can (Larry Stylinson/Marcel)

Ch.7

Louis' POV

I wake up to the smell of strawberries and peppermint.

Marcel smells like that...

I try to roll over but something is restraining me from doing so.

I open my eyes to see Marcel's deep green ones staring into mine. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." He says to me.

"How did I get here?" I feel his soft skin rubbing against mine. "And why are we naked?" I ask him.

He furrows his brows. "You don't remember last night?" He asks me.

I chuckle. "All I know is that I was drunker than shit last night." I tell him and he sighs. "Wait. Did we have sex?" I ask him.

He doesn't do anything but stare at the blanket.

"I'm so sorry Marcel. I shouldn't have done that. I was drunk and stupid." I tell him.

*flashback*

I tell Marcel that I love him as I thrust deep inside of him.

He cries and moans.

*end of flashback*

"Why were you crying last night?" I ask him.

He wraps the blanket around his shoulders. "Y-you think I wanted to have sex with you? After you fucked Liam at that party." He says to me as a tear slips down his face.

I wipe the tear from his cheek and kiss his lips softly. "I'm so so sorry Marcel." I say and warp my arms tightly around him.

He sobs in my arms. I can't believe I did that to him last night... "D-do you really l-love me?" He asks barely above a whisper.

I sigh. I was so drunk last night I don't even remember telling him I love him. "Marcel I was really drunk last night... I don't even remember having sex.." I tell him.

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Marcel's POV

I look at him with tear filled eyes. "I understand.." I get up and walk to my bathroom. "Who would love me anyways?" I say to myself as I shut my bathroom door.

I need to shower and get Louis' filth off of me.

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Louis' POV

I watch as Marcel's naked body makes it way to his bathroom.

He really is perfect.

I feel bad that I did that to him last night. It was probably pretty amazing though.

*ring ring ring ring*

My phone goes off somewhere close to me. I find it in a pile of mine and Marcel's clothes on the ground.

"Sup." I say to whoever is calling.

"Ey mate." I hear Liam's British voice. "You and Harry wanna join the boys and I for a party?" He asks me.

I shrug then realize he can't see me. "I don't know Liam let me get back to you on that one." I say and stare at Marcel as he walks out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist and his perfect wet curls sticking to his forehead.

"Alright love you mate." Liam says.

"Love you too." I say then hang up.

Marcel gives me a questioning look. "Who was that?" He asks me.

I shrug. "Liam." I say and lay back on his bed.

I see his fists and jaw clench with the mention of his name. "Cool." He says bluntly and pulls a smoke from his dresser drawer. He goes out on his balcony and lights it up, taking a couple drags.

I go and wrap my arms around his perfect torso. I trace his abs with my fingers. "Marcel I'm sorry." I say. All I want is his forgiveness.

"Prove it." He says.

The cigarette smoke disappears in the wind as he blows it out of his lungs. "How?" I plead.

He turns around in my arms; the cigarette dangling from his lips. "Make me your boyfriend." He mutters then takes a drag off his cigarette.

He's being Harry right now. He's careless and looks so tough. Last night he was Marcel. He was scared and vulnerable. "Marcel, will you do me the honers of being my boyfriend again?" I ask him with a smile.

His lips form a cute little smile. "You can do better than that." He leans down and whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver.

His hot cigarette breath tickles my neck as he places a small kiss just above my collar bone. "I think that I might be able to." I say with a smirk.

His puts his cigarette out with a seductive smile.

He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can i grab his shirt and force him into the sliding glass door.

He lets out a little groan then smiles at me as if he knows my game. "I'm gonna ask you one more time. Marcel, will you be my boyfriend." I whisper in his ear.

His smile grows larger as he pretends to think about it. He gets real close to my ear. "No." He says then nipple on my earlobe.

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Marcel's POV

Louis lets out a frustrated groan then collides his lips with my neck.

I'm not gonna let him off the hook that easily. If he wants to be my boyfriend than he is gonna have to prove it to me. "Marcel." He places a small kiss on my collar bone. "Be." Then a small kiss on my neck. "My." Then he kisses my cheek softly which makes me melt inside. "Boyfriend." He then kisses my lips so softly and passionately.

We continue to kiss passionately as I slip my hand in his soft hair and tug. He lets out a small moan.

He stops and smiles. "Perfect!" He yells at himself as if he's had the most amazing idea ever.

"What Lou?" I ask.

He just smiles like an idiot before grabbing my hand and kissing it softly. "Go on a date with me. Tonight at 6:30." He says.

And with that he runs off.