Started As A Joke

Prom

"Hey Lou!" Zayn said walking up to Louis. "This is Perrie." He said looking at the beautiful blond girl at his side. "Hi," she said softly. Louis smiled. "Where's Marcel?" Zayn asked smirking. "Over there talking to... someone." Louis said shrugging. "Wait, that's Marcel?" Zayn asked raising an eyebrow. "You should've seen my face when I opened the door." Louis said smiling. That night hadn't been a total bust so far. Even though they both were reluctant, they got prom pictures over with. And Marcel had been getting a lot of attention throughout the night, but it bothered Louis. Seeing girls give him a flirtatious smile or gently brushing their hands over his arm. The scenes made Louis' head turn. He couldn't possibly be getting jealous over Marcel's attention. No. "Have you two danced yet?" Zayn asked teasingly. "Why don't you focus on your own date instead of mine." Louis said with a thin smile. Zayn smirked. "Whatever. See ya mate," He added turning around and walking onto the dance floor with Perrie. Louis watched Marcel as he chattered with another girl. A slutty girl in his opinion. Her dress was hiked up to high while the top was dropped down too low. She reached out and touched Marcel's hand Intimately.

Louis felt his cheeks burn as he walked across the floor and pulled him away from the girl. "One bloke at a time slut," Louis spat bitterly. "C'mon, we're gonna dance." Louis said pulling Marcel away and with him towards the dance floor that was overcrowded with people. He placed Marcel's hands at his waist and then wrapped his arms around Marcel's neck. Marcel was smirking. "I'm sensing a little jealousy." He remarked smugly. Louis scoffed. "Please, don't flatter yourself." He said with an evil smirk. "That girl should've just stuck with her own bloke instead of flirting." "So you care that she was flirting with me?" Marcel asked. Louis swallowed thickly. "I-I guess." He said quietly. "So you were jealous." Marcel said smirking down at Louis. "Just shut up and dance with me." Louis said. He took a step closer and rested his head against Marcel's shoulder. They danced closely back and forth and Marcel seemed to have a really fit body. "Why do you let people push you around?" Louis asked suddenly. "Well if I cared about what they said, then I wouldn't let them push me around," Marcel said, "but I don't care so I just take it. It helps their egos." Louis laughed which caused Marcel to smile. Louis tapped his finger to the music against Marcel's shoulder lightly.

"But why don't you ever stick up for yourself?" He asked. "Well people don't necessarily take me seriously..." Marcel said jokingly. "Well maybe if you wore contacts, ditched the sweater vest, and kept your hair like... like that," Marcel laughed. "then maybe people would." "Hey, I like my glasses." He protested smiling. "People just like to base personalities off of appearances." He added. "Like would you'd ever guess that under my sweater vests I have tattoos?" Marcel said grinning widely. "You do not." Louis said smirking in disbelief. "And why don't you believe me?" Marcel asked. "Well I... it's just..." Louis stammered. "Exactly." Marcel stated. "Now. Shut up and dance with me." Marcel teased as Louis smiled. He stepped closer and nestled the back of his head in the crook of Harry's neck. "You're too tall." Louis said softly. "Maybe you're just too short." Marc retorted. "Or maybe we're just perfect height for each other." Louis said. Marcel smiled and turned as he placed a small kiss to the top of Louis' head. This was no longer a joke.