Louis woke up to feel someones arms around him. He looked up and saw Marcel sleeping soundly, with his arms wrapped around him. Why are they in the same bed? Why isn’t he moving? Why couldn’t he stop looking at Marcel? He looked so calm and peaceful. He was snapped out of his thinking when the door opened. Nick. Louis’ famous smirk appeared on his face and wrapped his arms around Marcel. He loved seeing Nick so angry.
“Why the fuck are you still here? And why are you in his bed?” he whispered, not wanting to wake Harry up.
“I just woke up and I didn’t want to move. And this is where he told me to sleep last night.” That wasn’t a total lie.
“You need to stay away from him, he’s mine get it?”
“Then why didn’t he want to sleep with you last night, hm?” Louis asked with a smirk.
He didn’t want to sleep with you either. You were being a wimp and asked him to cuddle with you.
‘Shut up brain’
“I doubt that’s what happened and I won’t believe it until I hear it from him.” Nick spat. Louis felt Marcel start to stir in his arms.
“Be quiet you’re going to wake him up.” Louis hissed. He doesn’t know why he’s doing this, it can’t just be to make Nick angry is it? He hates Marcel more than Nick. Well he thought he did, now he isn’t so sure. The boy irritates him at school, but here he isn’t as annoying. Except for that damn voice he uses. That makes him want to beat the shit out of the boy.
“Tell him I need to talk to him when he wakes up. I’m going out with Gemma and Anne, we’ll be back at 7.” Nick grumbled before walking out. Louis rolled his eyes before going back to sleep, Marcel wrapped in his arms.
***
When Harry woke up there was a weight on his chest. He looked down to see carmel hair on his chest and he immediately started freaking out until he realized it was Louis and not someone else. Harry tried to get up, but Louis tightened his grip on Harry’s waist. Harry knew he was going to get hell for this, but he was so uncomfortable being this close to Louis, he just had to get away from him.
“Louis… wake up… Louis!” he shook him then yelled his name. Louis slowly opened his eyes and looked at Marcel.
“What time is it?” He asked.
“12 in the afternoon. Um… will you please let go of me?”
“Is it annoying you? Making you uncomfortable?” Louis asked with a smirk.
“In all honesty yes.”
“Then no.” he said and squeezed the younger boy.
“Are you high? Drunk?” Harry asked. Louis shook his head.
“Nope.” he said.
“Then why won’t you let go of me? You hate me remember.” Harry said.
