Opposites Attract (Marcel&Louis Stylinson)

Chapter 61

Author's Note: I am sincerely sorry for not updating the past two weeks. You guys know I hate not updating. I've been having some family and school business to take care of. I thank you for being so patient and for not sending hate. You guys are amazing. Stay tuned for EXCITING NEWS! I love you all so much x -Aly

Louis' POV - Sunday, 12:23 P.M.


"Are you sure?" Marcel sweetly questioned for the third time.

I gave him an amused look and held his waist as I leaned forward, "I'm positive."

"I'm serious, Louis."

"I'm serious too. I've been serious every five minute that you ask me this," I teased.

He playfully rolled his eyes and turned back to continue ironing my dress shirt.

"Thank you for doing this," I kissed his neck, "It means a lot to me."

"You owe me one," He smiled.

The palms of my hand reached for the front strings of his sweatpants, "Maybe I can repay you right now," I deepened my voice and slurred my words.

His body twitched and he grew flustered "Stop it.. I'm ironing."

I loosened the ribboned strings as it draped down his front and fidgeted my fingers, "Come on. I promise.. I don't bite."

"Louis," He attempted to stay as stern as possible.

"You said I owed you one," I smirked, "So let me repay it right now. Up front."

"Daddy? Papa?" I heard a small voice by the door.

Marcel immediately set down his ironing materials and shook away from my touch, "Ani! Good morning, love. How did you sleep?"

I blushed as I continued to smirk, "Yeah, love. How did you sleep?"

Marcel glanced over at me with a shy look.

"I slept well. How did you both sleep?" She yawned.

"We slept well too, baby," Marcel smiled.

"Yeah," I added, "We didn't get much sleep though."

He shot me a frightened look as if he's trying to say 'Don't, Louis. Not now. Not with Ani.'

"Why not?" Ani asked as she entered our room and planted herself on the bed.

"Papa and I were-"

"Were just too hyper to sleep," Marcel interrupted. Knowing exactly what I was going to say.

"Very hyper," I raised my eyebrows, "Papa was the most hyper. Very eagerly hyper."

"Did you put a lot of sugar in your tea last night, papa?" Ani questioned.

"Probably," Marcel nodded, "I probably did."

"A little too much sugar," I proceeded to joke, "Your papa was an animal last night."

Marcel gave me a light poke and nervously laughed, "Okay, okay. Enough comments. Ani, I need you to get in the shower, yeh? I left out an outfit for you in the bathroom. Did you finish packing yet?"

"I finished last night," Ani smiled.

"Good girl," I said as I jumped on the bed, alongside her.

"That's great. Are you excited?" Marcel questioned as he walked back over to the ironing board and continued.

"I am," She acknowledged with joy, "I've only talked to grandma Anne and grandma Jay on the phone and Skype so I'm really excited to see them in person."

"I know," I kissed her cheek, "I'm sorry you never got to meet them. It's our fault. They absolutely adore you."

"I adore them as well," She giggled.

"Alright little missy," Marcel snorted, "Time to hop into that shower."

"Yes, papa," She nodded.

Ani gave me a kiss on the cheek before bouncing off the bed.

"Don't literally hop into your shower. Walk slowly and carefully so you don't fall, okay?" Marcel corrected himself.

I couldn't help but laugh. Ani quickly nodded at Mar as she ran out of the room.

"What?" He frowned.

"Nothing," I stood up and off the bed to return to my intimate position behind him, "You're just so adorkable."

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Marcel's POV - 1:15 P.M.

"Thank you again," I said to Liam as I pulled on my coat.

"Stop thanking us," Liam lightly punched my arm, causing me to flinch.

"We're honored to take care of your place," Niall grinned, "Especially with all these precious homemade cookies."

"Enjoy them," I laughed.

Liam pulled me aside and whispered, "Are you sure you want to go with Louis? Aren't you scared?"

"I'm scared for him," I replied, "I have to go, Liam. He's my husband. I can't let him do this on his own."

"But his father who.. left him and his mum for who knows how long is just randomly coming back? For a fucking dinner? How fishy does that sound, Marcel?!"

"Shhh," I reminded him, "It's a sensitive subject that I don't even know about. Louis never told me why. I just knew he didn't have a father. Just like me."

"But this is different!" Liam shook me, "What if something bad happens?"

"Then you'll be the first one I'll call for rescue," I assured him.

He let out a puff and sighed, "Fine. Just, be careful, yeh? Call Niall and I anytime you need anything."

"Hey," I patted his arm, "Call me if you guys need anything too. I know you both have a lot to talk about."

"I know," Liam bit his bottom lip, "From what I said last time."

"Let me know what happens," I winked.

He playfully messed up my hair and teased, "Alright kiddo!"

Louis and Ani descended from her room in matching clothing.

"Well well well," Niall smiled, "Don't you two look absolutely cute."

"Thanks uncle Niall!" Ani ran over to him before he swooped her off her feet.

"I'm sorry babe," Louis adorably spoke, "But I wanted Ani and I to match so I changed her outfit. I hope you don't mind."

"You both look very cute," I kissed his forehead, "Of course I don't mind."

"You kids better hurry," Liam checked his watch, "Don't wanna be late. You got a long drive."

Louis took a look in the small mirror hanging on the wall and adjusted his hair. Niall, Liam, and I could tell he was nervous. Very nervous.

I walked up behind him and rested my chin on his shoulder as he carried on with the restless breaths and pounding heartbeats, "You look amazing," I assured him.

"Not amazing enough," He sighed.

"I know you're nervous," I whispered into his left ear, "So you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Marcel," He turned around, "For the last time, I want to do this. I.. I need to do this."

"We know," Liam nodded, "So go on."

"Alright," Louis rubbed his tired eyes, "Alright, let's do this!"

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Louis' POV - 6:03 P.M.

"ANI!" Anne shouted as soon as the car doors opened, revealing an energetic Ani and my beautiful Marcel.

Ani immediately ran into Anne's welcoming arms. I stayed in the driver's seat for a little longer until Marcel began to notice the beads of sweat on my forehead.

"Hubby," He climbed back into the car and took my shaking hands in his, "You're heating up." He took one hand and patted my forehead then my face, "You're really heating up. I think you're catching a fever."

"I'm fine," I cupped his cheek, "I'm fine, really. Don''t worry, okay?"

"I'm going to worry, Louis."

"Well don't worry for tonight," I laughed before pecking him a kiss for reassurance.

"Come on, lovebirds!" A familiar voice called out by the front door of mum's house.

"Gemma!" Marcel gleefully cheered as he stumbled out of the car.

I watched him run up and hugged her as she protectively held him just like any loving sister would to their little brother. We haven't see her in ages. She looks more mature and more beautiful each time. I truly missed her.

I paced myself as I stepped out of the car and closed the door. I made my way over to Marcel's passenger seat and shut his door before walking up to Anne and Ani who were still hugging.

"Anne," I rested my hand on her shoulder.

She pulled away from Ani in tears and I instantly pulled her into a hug.

"I missed you guys so much," She cried into my shoulder.

"We missed you more," I stated, "We're really sorry you never got to see her. You were so close to seeing her last week but it was my fault for leaving."

"Are you alright now, though?" Anne asked.

"I'm all good," I relieved her.

"Thank goodness," She kissed my cheek before pulling away.

"Mummy!" Marcel took her attention.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her and she began to cry again.

"Gem," I looked at her before clinging onto her vigilant embrace.

"You look tired," She pointed out, "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine," I nodded.

"I'll get you some medicine after we eat," She ran her fingers through my hair.

"Thanks sis," I smiled.

"No problem," She held me tighter, "Brother."

A few more hugs and tears and kisses were exchanged before we entered the house.

"Louis," Mum's tender voice captured my focus and before I knew it, we were both locked in a desperate hug.

"I love you," Is all I could manage to choke out.

"I love you more," She whispered back.

Afterwards, she noticed Ani and basically did the exact same thing Anne did.

"He's sat at the dining table already," Gemma muttered to me. Knowing I was looking around for the sight of him.

I let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from my hairline and forehead.

Marcel took my hand and kissed my cheek before saying, "Before you go in there. I just want you to know that whatever happens, I'll always love you."

I felt a bit better. I turned to him and gave him a proper kiss. The kind of kiss where the feeling of anticipation overwhelemed the distance between our lips as we smiled into it.

"I love you," I spoke as my forehead leaned against his.

Gemma took a hold of my arm as I dug my nails into Marcel's hand. Marcel carried Ani on his hips as her small hand held onto Anne's. Mum led us all into the kitchen.

Don't be nervous, Louis. It's okay.

"Joe," Mum spoke once we passed through the kitchen and entered the dining room, "Louis' here."

It took me a moment before I could look up from the ground.

Sat at the head of the table was Joe. He had more grey hair than brown. Wrinkles were appearing on his forehead and eyes. He wore a white, large t-shirt with a pair of ripped jeans and dirty shoes.

"Louis," He smiled, displaying his teeth.

My breath hitched in my throat, making me cough vigorously.

"Are you alright?" Marcel soothed my back and neck.

"I'm fine," I said after a while.

"Do you want a cup of water?" Joe offered.

"Yeah," I hesitated to answer.

"Jay," Joe looked over at mum, "Get the boy a cup of water."

The room filled with silence. Did he just really order her to get me water?

"Um," Mum nodded, "Okay. Hold on, Louis. I'll get you your water."

"No," I reached out and grabbed her hand, "I'm fine now. You don't have to."

"Are you sure?" She questioned.

"I'm sure, mum. I'll help you bring out dinner."

"No," Joe interrupted, "That young man and those two women can help her. You stay here and talk to me. We haven't talked in years."

My hands began to ball into fists as my jawed tensed up. Marcel noticed and quickly replied, "Yes sir, we'll bring out dinner. Louis, sit down. It's okay."

With that, Marcel encouraged everyone to exit into the kitchen as I stood alone. Staring back at a man who I wish I never knew.

"Sit down, buddy."

For everyone's sake, Louis. Don't fuck this up.

I took a seat at the opposite end of the table.

"How have you been, pal?" Joe smiled.

"Fine. And you?" I answered.

"I've been doing okay."

Awkward silence suffused after I gave him a light nod.

"You look handsome. You grew up well," He broke the silence.

"Thanks," I replied.

"You still play football?"

"Um, yeah. In college. I've been training with the Doncaster Rovers too."

"Holy shit!" He jumped in his chair, "No way! That's amazing!"

"It is," Mum said as she came out with a large plate of delicious grilled chicken.

Ani walked out with a small pot of steaming gravy and a pretty smile.

"Thanks sweetie," I patted her head.

Gemma and Anne entered with a pot of vegetable soup and mashed potatoes. Lastly, Marcel brought out a large, glass container of lasagna.

"Mum," I smiled, "You shouldn't have. This is a lot of food."

"Gem and Anne helped!" She laughed, "Thank them."

"Thank you," I smiled at them as they both sat down.

Marcel sat near me as Ani sat beside him. Gemma and Anne sat across from them as mum sat near Joe.

"Thank you for the food," Ani acknowledged, "It looks so tasty!"

"What a cute girl," Joe complimented, "Who's child is she?"

"Ours," Marcel answered proudly with a fond smile.

"You and Gemma's?" Joe asked while sipping the soup with his spoon.

Everyone laughed as they shook their heads.

"No," Gemma answered, "I'm Marcel's older sister."

"Oh," Joe snorted, "My bad. Then who's your wife, Marcel? She couldn't make it today?"

Everyone went silent again. Except for Ani.

"My papa doesn't have a wife, sir."

"What do you mean?" Joe asked, amused.

"He has a husband, sir."

Joe's expession went from amused to disgusted.

"Marcel's husband is um," Anne spoke up, "Is Louis."

No one said anything afterwards. I felt my entire body and face heat up as I began to sweat heavily.

"Louis," Marcel whispered, "Louis, you're sweating like cra-"

"You're.. gay?" Joe disrupted.

I looked up at him as I prepared to answer.

"You're a.." He continued, "A fagot?"

"Excuse me?" I stood up, making the chair slide on the wood. Causing a squeaky, loud noise to sound.

"That's a rude word, Joe," Mum stated, "Please don't call him that."

"What else do I call him, then?! He's not a real man. He doesn't know a thing about being a gentleman. A gentleman is not a fagot like him and his.. his fagot partner."

"Joe!" Mum pounded the table.

He stood up and it all happened so quickly, I couldn't quite catch my thoughts.

He slapped her.

Mum breathlessly stumbled to the ground. Gemma and Anne immediately ran over and helped her up.

"Gemma, take Ani upstairs now," Anne ordered.

Gemma quickly grabbed Ani and carried her as Anne helped mum upstairs.

Marcel sat still in his seat as he stared at the table. Eyes filled with horror and tears.

"As a father, I didn't raise you to be a fucking fagot, Louis."

My uncontrollable anger caused me to fly over to him with a hard punch to the face. He fell back, giving me an opportunity to sit on his filthy body and punch him till he's dead.

I grabbed the neck of his shirt and threw another punch as his body laid in between my thighs.

"Louis," I heard Marcel gasped from behind me.

I threw repeated punches as I delcared, "YOU DIDN'T RAISE ME FOR SHIT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD," I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring who would hear, "YOU DARE TO CALL YOURSELF MY FUCKING FATHER?! YOU LEFT MY MUM AND I FOR SEVENTEEN FUCKING YEARS AND YOU COME BACK, ACTING LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED?! ACTING LIKE YOU'RE THE BEST FUCKING PERSON IN THE WORLD?! YOU THINK YOU COULD JUST COME BACK THEN EXPECT EVERYTHING TO BE FUCKING PERFECT?! YOU'RE A REAL SICK BASTARD!"

He coughed on his own blood as the corners of his mouth turned into a smirk, "I'm not the one who's the bastard here, kid."

"I'm gonna fucking kill you. Right here," I stated before preparing myself to smash his brains out.

"Louis, no!" Marcel's hands grabbed my bloody one.

"Let go," I demanded.

"No, please," He cried, "Stop."

"Let go, Marcel."

"No. Stop this. Please, Louis."

"LET GO, MARCEL!" I shouted.

I broke away from his hold before grabbing the head of the priss laying under me and bringing up to be pounded down. I closed my eyes. Expected to hear a thump, all I heard was a cry. I opened my eyes to see Marcel with his hands underneath the bastard's head.

"What are you doing?!" I shouted before reaching out and grabbing his hands, "Are you hurt?! Are you okay?!"

The pound must've crushed his poor hands.

"Marcel!" I shook him.

"I told you to stop," He choked out. The tears made his vision blurry, "I begged you to stop."

"I know," I let my own tears fall, "I know." His eyes widened and he stuttered incoherently before I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Louis!" Someone called out.

I turned around to look behind. The bastard had a gun aimed right at me, preparing to pull the trigger, but a kick caused the gun to fly out of his hand.

I looked up to see Liam.

"I called the police," Niall ran in, "They're on their way!"

"Good," Liam spoke as he looked down at me, breathing heavily.

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"When I came in, it was around 6:30, that man had a gun pointed to the back of my friend's head," Liam explained to the police officer as I stood beside him.

"And why was he all bloody and bruised?" The officer questioned as he wrote down the information Liam gave.

"I beat his ass," I answered, "He slapped my mother and offended my husband. What else was I supposed to do?"

"According to this," He flipped through a file, "Joe Wyatt Brooks, originally named Joe Wyatt Tomlinson, has been to jail for all sorts of stuff. Were you aware of this?"

"I was," I answered.

"Though, he was never in jail for hitting women. Were you aware that your mother was being abused?"

"I was," I repeated.

"Why didn't you report it to the police, young man?"

"He threatened to kill me. He threatened to kill both my mother and I. We were fortunate for him to fuck some hooker and divorce my mother. We were lucky he did that. He left my mum for some whore that ended up leaving him with nothing but shit."

"So, you think he came here today because he wanted something?"

"He either wanted us or money. I'm sure it was money, though."

"Are you sure?"

"Ask him yourself, officer," Liam suggested.

After what seemed to be five hundred questions, I searched for Marcel.

"Niall!" I called out, "Where's Marcel?"

Niall shrugged, "I saw him taking a walk just now. He said he needed some air. He wanted to be alone."

"It's dark outside, he can't walk on his own!" I rolled my eyes at his stupid decision, "Which way did he went?"

"That way," Niall pointed.

"Thanks. Stay here, okay? Take care of everyone for me!" I said as I began to run.

"Okay," Niall waved with thumbs-up, "I won't let you down, boss!

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I stopped at a tiny playground when I noticed Marcel sitting on a small, blue swing that no one goes to anymore.

I walked up to the swing beside him and sat down. We were both quiet for a while. A long while. I looked over and down at his swollen hands. My heart broke at the sight of it.

I stood up and knelt down in front of him. I took his hands and didn't say anything. He stared at me, startled.

I used the warmth of my breath to blow onto his hands. Heating them up in the cold atmosphere.

"What are you doing?" He softly questioned.

I lightly rubbed them before repeatedly kissing them.

"Lou-"

"Sh."

"Wha-"

"I'm going to make the pain go away."

"It doesn't hurt. Don't wor-"

"I'm going to worry, Marcel."

"It's not your fa-"

"It is my fault. It's all my fault. We should've never came here. I thought I had to go. I thought I needed to go.. I just, I don't know what to do," I sighed.

"I know why you came."

"You do?" I looked up at his sparkly eyes.

"You just thought you'd get a full family again. Both a mother and a father. You didn't know what to expect. You just had a lot of hope."

I bit my lip and looked down at our hands, "Mmhm."

"I don't have a father either," He sighed, "It's sad. It really is. But life is so great and I don't want to focus on the past. I learn from it." He stood up and pulled me up as well before delicately kissing my forehead as he looked down into my eyes. His bruised hands faintly cupped my cheeks before saying,

"I almost lost you. That trigger could've been pulled instantly and you would've been gone in a heartbeat. You. You are so important. I know.. I know I can't be both a father and a husband to you.. but amount doesn't make a family, love does."



Author's Note: So this story is coming to an end soon. THIS ISN'T THE LAST CHAPTER. But the last chapter is coming soon. NO WORRIES. I have a great idea of what's to come next. That's if you guys want me to to keep writing. Another Larry fanfic is already in my mind and it'll relate A LOT to this one. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a new fanfic, Opposites Attract 2 (LarryStylinson) ?