Love Uncovered (Larcel/Loucel AU)

Chapter 12

A/N: I am extremely sorry for how long this took. I feel so bad. I'm not going to make excuses, but I'm having a bit of writers' block and can barely find the time to write much. But I PROMISE I will stay committed to this until I finish it because I love all my readers. Enjoy!

Louis’ POV

    It’s strange really, how quickly love can put its hands around your neck. I met Marcel only a few months ago and yet I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life. I want to be engulfed by him; I want all five of my senses to feel Marcel all at once. I want to smell, touch, see, hear, taste him. I want to feel the slide of his tongue against my lips and feel his long fingers clutch the base of my neck and hold on like he's going to float away.

I’ve never really wanted much even as a child. Usually, I could attain whatever it is I wanted on my own; except Marcel. He was controlling me like I was his puppet. The worst part is, he doesn’t even have to try.

But he was curled up next to me as my mind moved away from him and to everything else in the room. I interlocked our fingers without thought because I needed him. This wasn’t supposed to happen and I wasn’t supposed to be here and neither was Marcel. The electricity of him shot through me and I gasped and sat up. I couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, I was so stunned and overwhelmed, I couldn’t breathe.

“Louis! Oh my god Louis! Louis breathe it’s okay, calm down.” His hand that wasn’t holding mine went to my lower back and I pushed into it as I started to regain myself. Marcel had stood up and gotten off the bed and I sat there staring at his tear-stained cheeks.

“Marcel come back” was the first thing I said to him since I woke up. I tried to go to him, but I felt pain in every single part of me. He had his head in his hands across the room from me.

“Marcel, please.” Did he know? Did he know I tried? He couldn’t know, he would be so ashamed. He probably didn’t know considering the fact that he came to see me.

    I looked up to see him standing at my bedside. His glasses were fogged. “I-I got your l-letter.” He pulled it from his pocket and fumbled it with his fingers before he set it next to me. He did know. What do I say? Why don’t I know what to say? His lips pursed and moved into a tight frown but he squeaked and said, “Why would you do that?” That was it though, his frown cracked before he turned away again. His shoulders were shaking madly like he was going to crumble onto the floor at any second. I was trapped here when all I wanted to do was stand up and wrap him in my arms so he knows I’m here.

That was my mistake. He needed to know I’ll always be there. “Marcel don’t cry please.” I wanted to say more, but couldn’t.

“Don’t Louis. Don’t fucking tell me what to do!” He turned around and looked at me and I thought he was gone. His eyes became distant and glazed over, but I knew it was because he had been crying.

“I c-can’t believe this is happening. You, me, standing here in a fucking hospital room. Why would you do this Louis?” His pursed frown reappeared on his face.

“Why would you even try?” I could physically see how hard he was trying to even look at me. My heart sank and I felt like I had been hit by a car.

“Please answer me! I can’t bloody take this! I need to hear your voice! Please I need to know you’re okay…” He snapped. His hands were clutching my head and he was soon straddling my waist. My body hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as everything else. His voice had slowed to a whisper and he was talking inches away from my face.

“You need to stay here. You’re enough for everyone around you and you’re so important to me. I-I’ve never met anyone more important to me than you.” His head was on my chest and his voice came out as quiet sobs, but I could feel the shake of his body against mine and my legs went numb.

“I’m sorry M. I’m so bloody sorry and I’m here.” As I said it, I felt Marcel’s breath flutter my gown and his hands gripped my shoulders. We sat like that for quite sometime and he eventually closed his eyes and may have fallen asleep. I drifted off and woke up to hear the nurse yelling at Marcel to get off me.

“I’m sorry ma’am.” His voice was deep and husky and my face unwillingly spread into a grin at the thought of Marcel’s sleepy voice. I could listen to it forever.

Marcel's POV

    “Excuse me sir, sir! Excuse me!” There was a rough hand on my shoulder and I was peeled off of Louis. The loss of contact made my chest cold. “Please don’t hurt the patient sir, who are you?” My eyes finally found the nurse and she was old. I was still half asleep, but I could spot the wrinkles on her forehead in the dim light. “Sir? What are your relations with the patient?” she asked again.

“I am, uh, h-his well…” I still didn’t know what I was.

“My brother. My half-brother actually.” Louis voice rang through the room and I was drowning in it. As he spoke, he occasionally raised his eyebrows at the nurse and she smiled and turned out of the room.

“Sorry.” I said. I locked my eyes to his so he knew that I meant it. It was just a word, but Louis knew.

He looked down at the bedsheet in front of him before quickly swiping a hand up to wipe his cheek. I was sort of just standing there, so I walked over to his bed and sat down next to him. I crossed my legs next to his and smiled at how much longer mine were.

    “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong love.” He said and laughed and looked up at me. My mind was spinning and I swore the air got thicker. His blue eyes meshed with mine and I was drowning again. Drowning in the happiness I felt when he looked at me like I was the only thing on his mind. I was watched him and when he smiled I forgot everything else except him. His happiness was my happiness and I was in love. So utterly in love with Louis. It was like everything I had tried to suppress had multiplied by a million and bubbled up to the surface. I was sitting too close and my skin was itching for him. I wasn’t thinking, I was off in his world, so I kissed him. I kissed him like we did that first night on my stairs. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip and grabbed his waist to pull him closer, closer, closer. I craved him more than anything in the world, when he pulled away, I lurched for more but he stopped me.

Louis put his hands on my chest and they burned into my skin, I needed to touch him. “Marcel, please don’t do this to me. I can barely fucking handle being in the same room without wanting to ravish you. Please.” That’s when he looked up and I could tell he was crying, why was he crying? There were dry tear stains on his cheek and along his chin. All I wanted to do was kiss them away.

    Still off in my own little world in his eyes I said, “Lou, why are you crying?” He laughed again. That wonderful, serene, little laugh.

“Because babe, I can see how desperate you are.” He let out one more small laugh before cradling my cheek and making my nerves explode under his hand. He locked my eyes into a deathly hold with his and whispered, “but let’s not forget why I’m in here.” I left the hospital.