Started As A Joke

Prom Kings

This was no longer a joke to Louis. It may have started out that way, but in no way was it one anymore. Everything Louis was saying, he meant. All his actions were purposeful. Marcel had been treating him like a gentleman the entire night and that made Louis feel... special. He started the night full of dread and regret but now he was enjoying himself... with Marcel. Suddenly there was a shrill ring from a microphone as on of the prom committee members stepped onto the small stage. Everyone stopped dancing and turned to face the stage. "Hi everyone!" a young girl said excitedly. "Are you all having a good time tonight?" People cheered and clapped. "Well I'm sure you've all been anxious to know who's prom King and Queen," she said said smirking as she held a mini envelope in hand. "First we'll announce Prom King," she said opening the envelope taking a small card out. People watched with growing fascination leaning more and more towards the stage. "This one might be a shocker," she giggles. "And your Prom King is Marcel Styles!" She yelled enthusiastically into the microphone. Louis was just as shocked as Marcel. People began applauding and turning around to look at him. He looked around himself, glancing at Louis. "Go up there," Louis said with a small smile. "I'm sure your Queen will be beautiful." He said.

Marcel smiled then threaded his way through the people and up on stage. The applause grew louder again as a small fake crown was placed on the top of his head. He felt awkward standing up there, and ridiculous with a plastic crown on his head. I mean, these were all the people that would torment him and make fun of him. "And now, we've got a surprise for all you." She said with an evil smirk. Louis' eyes widened. He looked around and spotted Zayn. Hastily, he walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "What did you do?" He asked sternly. Zayn just smirked. "Didn't I tell you? A few of the football players and I had a talk with the prom committee." He said. "What did you plan?" Louis asked harshly. "And your other Prom King is Louis Tomlinson!" The prom committee member shouted. Louis looked around surprised. He let go of Zayn and looked at him. Zayn was smiling and pushed Louis forward slightly. Louis stumbled foreword before walking up on stage next to Marcel. Another exact crown was placed on his head. "Your 2013-2014 Prom Kings!" People clapped unsurely at first. Did they really just crown two kings? Most got over it and started actually applauding. They both walk off the stage and back to where they were dancing before. "If you'll excuse me for one moment," Louis said.

Marcel just smiled and again, Louis hastily walked to Zayn. "Hey King," Zayn teased. "I don't understand." Louis said. "Okay, well we talked to the committee into making you two prom kings because we were planning on dropping a bucket of wet plaster on Marcel, but then I saw you with him and realised it wasn't a joke anymore so I called off the plastering part." "Thanks mate." Louis said smiling. Zayn nodded. "Now go, your king is waiting. Plus I have my queen right here." He said placing a kiss on Perrie's cheek. Louis smiled and turned as he made his way back to Marcel. "Where'd you go?" Louis asked looking up at him. "A few guys came up to me and told me that I didn't deserve to prom king. So I told them that they were right and that they deserved it. Then I gave then my crown." Louis smirked. "What'd they say when you handed them the crown?" Louis asked. "They looked at each other unsurely and slowly walked away." Marcel said smiling. "Now, would my king fancy a dance?" Marcel asked jokingly. "He would." Louis said smiling. Marcel set his hands on Louis' waist like before and Louis threw his arms over Marcel's shoulders. "You were right, you know." Marcel said. "I was?" Louis asked thinking about what he was possibly right about. Marcel nodded. "My prom KING is beautiful," he said. Louis looked up at him with awe. He was at a loss for words, so he did the only thing he could think of at the moment. Quickly, he rose to the tips of his toes to match Marcel's height, and kissed him.