The Family Reunion (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

(Marcel's POV:)

"That was amazing!" I tell Louis as people clear out of the room. "I didn't know you could have that much holiday spirit."

"I didn't know you had such a good voice," he said shyly. I blushed even though I tried not to.

"Thanks," I say like the biggest nerd ever. I suddenly feel so stupid and ugly around Louis; and I don't know why.

"Hey, so.....are you spending the night?" Louis asked scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, are you?"

"Yeah," he smiles. "I was just wondering, 'cause you know....we could hang..."

"Yeah, we could sleep downstairs in the living room together if you wanted," I said nervously.

"Yeah, that'd be nice....just you and I?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah...."

"What's all this nervous 'yeah'ing about?" We both swivel around and find Niall with his hands on his overstuffed stomach. Shit, how could I forget about Niall?

"Uh.....we were just talking about where we were going to sleep," I said.

"Yeah," Louis said, but not the way he had said it before. This time he seemed angry, then just walked away. I was going to call for him, but remembered Niall.

"What's him problem? Oh, and you guys sounded really good."

"Thanks and I dunno. Guess he can't stay in the holiday spirit for too long." We both laugh.

"Yeah mate. How about we go set up our sleeping bags in the living room? I'm going to bed early tonight; I'm stuffed." I laugh and follow Niall to get our sleeping bags, then go to the living room. But when we get there, it's already taken by, like, 7 people, so we decide to go upstairs and try and find an empty room. We find one with no one in it and settle down.

"Ah, tonight was a good night," Niall said after a while laying down on his sleeping bag.

"Sure was," I said.

"But that Louis guy is weird."

"Why?" I sit up.

"I dunno....he's just always in a bad mood-"

"You girls talking about me?" A voice comes from the doorway. It's Louis, but with only a plain black t shirt on and pajama pants. He looks so hot. Then I realize I have to get ready for bed, so I go to the bathroom and leave Niall with Louis.

(Louis' POV:)

It's obvious Niall hates me, but Marcel said I could sleep in here with them because there's no room anywhere else. When Marcel appears out of the bathroom, my mouths drops open because holy shit. He's drop dead sexy. He's not wearing glasses and his hair isn't slicked back; it's wild and curly and falls over his face like mine. Now, he just has a plain white t shirt that hugs his body tightly and pajama pants. How am I going to sleep in the same room with him and NOT fuck him?

I try to shake off my thoughts and not stare at him. But he could already tell that I was checking him out the way he smirked at me. Niall sat awkwardly on his sleeping bag looking between the both of us.

"Um....well I guess I'll go and get dressed now," Niall said standing up and walked past Marcel.

There's an awkward silence in the room for a while. I want to break it so bad, but I don't know what to say.

"So," I say sitting on my sleeping back while Marcel is laying down I his, playing with the strings on his pajama pants making me go crazy. You can see the hem of his boxers and everything. I am so turned on by him, I swear I'm going to take off those clothes tonight.

"So what?" Marcel asked, but in a kind way.

"So are you friends of my family or something?" I asked him.

"I thought you were friends of my family," he said.

"What family are you talking about?"

"The Styles family....? Duh...Are you a friend of my cousin or somethi-"

"Wait," I begin to say, my stomach lurching forward.