Stronger *Trilogy* (Larcel/Larry)

Chapter 10

I woke up the next morning and my head was in agony as it felt like it was about to explode. I groaned stirring around in the bed and then opening my eyes adjusting to the dark room . I turned around facing Louis body as I smiled and draped my arm over him and kissed his temple. He groaned then as his eyes fluttered open but...

They weren't blue. They were a honey brown and I gasped. I quickly sat up, the covers falling off of my body revealing that I was just in my boxers and as I looked to my left I saw Zayn sitting up and turning his lamp on. He rubbed his eyes, yawning as I stared at him wide eyed. I soon realized he was in just his boxers too.

"Zayn!?" I yelled, shocked. "What are you doing in my bed?" I shouted.

"Shhh!" He shushed placing his index finger on my lips. "Not so loud I have a headache." He whispered, rubbing his temples.

"You're going to have a black eye if you don't tell me what the hell you're doing here!" I shouted, crossing my arms.

"I don't remember Marcy. All I remember was finding you drunk in a pub and I got drunk too and here we are at my place."

"Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening." I gasped as I got up and started pacing across the room.

"Where are your clothes Marcel? Jesus!" 

"Probably the same place yours are!" I gushed, freaking out.

"Wait, wait, wait! Are you saying we..." He trailed off and I stopped pacing narrowing my eyes at him.

"No Zayn all this time I've been talking about us having a naked dance party!!" I yelled, throwing my arms in the air. Zayn winced at the tone of my voice and stared at me.

"Don't have to be so sarcastic about it." He muttered. "I mean do you remember anything from last night?"

"No Zayn! What am I going to do? I cheated on my fucking boyfriend! Fuck sake! Can't I do anything right?" I groaned tugging on my curls.

"Calm down Marcy since you can't remember doesn't actually mean it happened just because we're both practically naked in bed."

My head snapped towards Zayn and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me! Of course it means it happened why else would we be naked!"

"Almost naked." HE quickly added.

I ignored him as I rushed out of the room, Zayn hot on my heels as I went to the living room and saw all our clothes scattered across the floor. My eyes widened and I tugged on my curls again.

"Fuck!" Zayn muttered behind me and I spun around to see him.

"What?" I asked.

"Um you might want to see your back." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

I raised an eyebrow as I walked over to the mirror he had in the living room and stared at my back. It was full of red scratches starting from my shoulders all the way down my back. I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down it as I buried my head in my hands.

"Come on Marcy!" Zayn said as he kneeled down next to me and draped his arm around my shoulders.

"Zayn I fucked up." I mumbled.

"You can't take all the blame, it was my fault too." He said sighing. "What happened between you and Louis anyway?"

"We got into a fight and he brought up my parents. I got upset and left the gym and then I ended up at the bar I guess." I shrugged.

"Marcy don't you get tired of Louis shit? I mean you guys fight all the time. Aren't you tired of it all?"

"It does get tiring but I love him so much that I'm willing to put up with it."