Love Uncovered (Larcel/Loucel AU)

Chapter 11

A/N: Hey guys! Um I'm EXTREMELY sorry. This chapter isn't as long as the last few, but I tried and I feel with my circumstances it came out well. Enjoy!\

Marcel’s POV

     My fingers and legs were frozen in the cold leather seat and my eyes were gripping the road in front of me; only illuminated by the yellow headlights of our car and others. The headlights on the other side of the road casted moving shadows across my cheeks and every time they passed I saw Harry turn his head towards me to watch my face. His hands were tightly gripping the wheel and we both seemed eerily still. His glances were shooting at me now every few seconds and it was starting to really tick me off. “I’m fine!” I shouted at him. He turned back to face the road and swallowed before hitting the gas even harder.

    The note was sitting in between us in one of the cup holders. I reached to grab it and absently toyed with it in my hands. I can imagine Louis writing this. I wonder if he cried. I hope he didn’t cry.

    We arrived at the hospital and I almost sprinted out, but I didn’t want to scare Harry. I felt like I was battling time and Louis was just going to disappear at any moment. I forgot about everything that had happened, I just didn’t want him to die. He can’t die, he’s my Louis and I refuse to let him leave without me. With Harry by my side, I walked through the automatic transparent doors of the emergency unit of Holmes Chapel Hospital, I stuck two fingers into the front pocket of my jeans and splayed them over the note. I wanted to read it, but I felt that if I did, he would disappear. I could feel him fading him in my bones and I needed to see him so I know he’s there with me; I wanted to save him.

There was no line at the front desk and I quickly strode up to the thin women sat at her computer. “I’m here to see Louis Tomlinson.” She looked at me from above the lenses of her glasses and typed some more information into her computer before saying, “What are your relations to the patient?”

“I’m his…” What was I?

“I’m his f-friend.”

“I’m sorry, only immediate family can see him at the moment.” I almost broke out in laughter.

“A-Are you serious? No I need to see him you don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. Only immediate family, love.”

“No I’m sorry, but I have to see him you-” Harry placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and leant down to whisper in my ear, “M, go sit down. Please, I’ll take care of it.” I swallowed my pride and walked to the waiting room. There were multiple people curled up in the small seats draped in blankets and headphones. I wonder how long they’ve been here.

    Harry was at my side within minutes. “Come on M. Room 297.” My heart sped up and I rubbed over the note in my pocket again. My eyes absently skimmed over the signs; the ability to focus had escaped me and the only thing running through my mind was the feeling in my gut that Louis was going to slip through my fingers. The tan door in front of me read ‘297’ and I turned the handle with no hesitation.

    I clasped my hand over my mouth to keep from letting out a sob. His body looked so frail, almost transparent under the harsh lights. He lay there under smooth white sheets and his eyelids were covering those blue crystals. I felt Harry’s hand on the small of my back and leaned into his touch. Louis’ hands were lying above the sheets and the bags under his eyes were prominent through his tan skin. His appearance suggested years of aging. I made my way to the side of his bed and traced my finger along the spade on his right wrist. I swallowed back the tears forming; I can’t cry in front of Harry. “You alright M?” Harry asked. I nodded my reply and Harry left the room; he knew I wanted to be alone.

    I kneeled down next to Louis and stared at him; his eye sockets were hollow and his cheekbones jutted out further than usual. He was still beautiful, even wrapped in sheets and his hospital gown, I found him magnificently gorgeous. His caramel hair swooped over his forehead in feathery grace and his chin rounded in the air with sharpness. In this sterile light, you could see the details of the ink along his arms and I couldn’t keep my fingers away; I traced the outline of each tattoo starting with his wrist as silent tears formed.

    Harry soon opened the door and sat down beside me. He put his hand on my shoulder and I felt the warmth through my sweater. I leaned into him like he was the only thing keeping me up. He wiped the tears that had swooped down to my jaw. “Marcel, what do you want to do? I have to go home tonight.” More tears fell and he wiped them with the edge of his sleeve again. “Harry you know I can’t leave.” I couldn’t control my shoulders from shaking under Harry’s touch, “I can’t let him slip away! Not again!”

“Hey, stop Marcel. You need to stop. This isn’t right. He broke you first.” I felt my hands go numb. My toes curled in my shoes and a fire scorched in the pit of my stomach. I brought my voice as low as I could and said, “Harry, you need to leave. Please go home. Thank you for bringing me.”

“You know I’m right, Marcel. You can’t stay; you have school tomorrow and-”

“Shut up! Please! Just-” I couldn’t talk or look at him anymore as my chest burned with hot flames and I’m pretty sure if he touched me he would catch on fire as well.

    I heard a mumble and then the door shut, but my ears were ringing and my feet were about to slip out from under me. Kneeling next to Louis’ bed, I traced the tattoos on his left arm, then I stood up and moved to his right side and traced those until I was calm. Louis’ scent was filling my head with every breath I took, it was intoxicating, but in a good way. He was the kind of intoxicating that everyone craves.

The nurse was bound to come in any second now, but I didn’t care. I gently pulled the note from my pocket and fondled it between my fingers as I lay myself down next to Louis. My left arm was pressed against him and I sighed at the contact. I didn’t know how much I had needed it until now. I didn’t want to read the note, but I knew Louis wanted me to find it because it would help me find Louis even after he was gone.

Dearest Marcel,

    Oh damn. I love you, you know that? Have ever since I heard that voice of yours. Seems like ages ago we used to hurt you. Never again. Promise me you won’t let anyone do that to you ever again. Please just promise me that one thing. Every time you get upset I want you to think of me okay? Think of me and how much I still love you. Even if you can’t see me, I promise I’ll be right by your side holding your hand. That’s all I want; to be with you forever. It took me a while to realize that and it’s my fault and I’m sorry. I’m more sorry than I have ever been in my entire life. That is why I have to leave you. I can never say sorry enough; it’s always going to be dissatisfactory for me. I’m never going to deserve you. I messed it up for both of us. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve changed and you’ve gotten colder. I don’t want you to be cold anymore.

-Louis Tomlinson

Louis’ POV

Ouch. There was a light in my eyes, a very, very bright light. I kept them shut and felt my senses come back to me one by one. I craned my neck away from the light and more pain arose. I let out a groan and felt pressure at my side. I blinked my eyes open, but I couldn’t see anything. I blinked until I could make out the image in front of me. His nose was the first thing I saw, what an adorable nose. Then his hair; flopped onto the pillow beside me. Then his hands splayed over my arm and then our eyes locked. I felt a smile creep onto my face and I thought I made it. I thought I died and I was here in the white with Marcel just like I had imagined it. His lips moved and I barely heard him mumble, “Louis oh…” The grin was spread upon my face and I couldn’t smile any bigger because of the soreness in my bones. It was bliss, but his bottom lip was quivering and a small ocean was forming in his eyes lit up by stars. I watched him, then my senses spiked and I heard the monotonal beeps that was escaping from behind me. I pulled in a sharp breath and felt the pain in my lungs; my working, breathing lungs.

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