Our Possession

6

Edward stared at Louis' face once again, checking to see if he was sincere. The stare down made Louis uncomfortable to say the least. Thankfully, it didn't last too much longer, as a couple of seconds later Edward pushed open the doors.

Louis wrapped his arms around himself and followed Edward inside, looking around the enormous dinning room. White marble covered the floor and trailed up the walls, only stopping to outline the many floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded the enormous room. White chairs wrapped around the perimeter of a long dining room table placed in the middle of the room.

Although the table had the ability to seat around 50 people, there was no one seated, only four plates placed by the neighboring seats to the head of the table.

"Sit, Louis."

Louis followed Edward's command, hesitantly sitting across from the man.

"Good job, Doll. You're finally learning." Edward leaned back into the chair, staring at the boy from across the table.

Louis cringed at the nickname but said nothing, afraid of Edward's response.

"Make all the face you want, Louis. Eventually you're going to-"

"Sorry I'm late!"

Louis looked over at the person entering the room. The man closed the door and turned around, smiling nevously before walking over to the table, balancing plates of food.

"Woah," Louis mumbled, staring at the man's face.

Edward turned his head to see what had caught Louis' attention and groaned at the sight of his identical brother walking in their direction.

The man set the food platters in the middle of the table and sat next to Edward with a grin plastered onto his face directed towards his brother (who was too busy ignoring him and eating bread to catch the smile).

Scooting his chair towards the table and glancing at Louis too many times to look natural, the man asked, "Edward who is this?"

"Marcel, this is Louis, you know that," Edward sighed in irritation.

Marcel's smile faltered, and he crossed his arms, "well I-I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable."

"You make everyone uncomfortable, Marcel, it's inevitable," Edward chuckled, making Marcel's smile completely wipe off of his face.

Louis frowned, Edward just seemed to bully everyone.

"Anyway, where's Harold?" Edward asked.

Marcel cleared his throat. "He's busy, he won't be able to come to dinner again."

Edward nodded. "Have you lost your glasses again, Marcel?"

"No, I just thought I'd leave them tonight," Marcel said quickly, hoping Edward would leave it at that.

After a couple seconds of silence, things seemed to connect in Edward's head. "You didn't wear your glasses because you knew Louis would be here."

Marcel shrunk into his seat and Edward smirked, taking it as a confirmation.

"Marcel, please, you'd grow a second head before looking cool, just put your glasses back on."

Louis served himself and glanced up at Marcel's pout, he couldn't bite his tongue any longer. "I'd like to say you look ridiculous all the time, Edward."

"Well you don't have the right to say anything, Louis. That opportunity was taken from you."

Louis stirred the potatoes on his plate, mumbling, "you can't tell me what to do."

"Want to bet on that?"

Louis stood up and glared at Edward, "you don't own me, I'm my own person and I can do whatever I want."

Edward looked up at Louis, unamused. "Go ahead, do what you want, the consequences will follow accordingly."

"I have to use the restroom." Louis clenched his fists and made his way towards the door.

"What a coincidence, me too," Edward got up and advanced towards Louis, gripping his arm and dragging him out of the room.

Once they were out of the room Edward grumbled, "you're just a little spoiled brat, who needs to be put in it's place."

"Yeah and you're a fucking asshole," Louis muttered right back.

Edward growled and threw Louis over his shoulder, gripping his thigh harshly. "I will not take this disrespect, Louis. Your attitude needs some fixing."

Louis squirmed and hit Edward's back. "Put me down right now!"

"My, my, my. What have I walked into, Brother?"

Louis struggled to face forward, and in the end just gave up.

"I thought you were busy, Harold?" Edward asked, adjusting his grip on the boy over his shoulder.

"Well my schedule just cleared up after I saw this piece of ass you're holding. Let me have a look of the rest, eh Eddy?"

Louis scoffed, pushing Edward away when he finally set him down. Louis turned around and faced the stranger, "Marcel?"

The statement made him chuckle. "No, Darling, I'm not Marcel, I am his triplet though as you could assume."

Although Edward disgusted Louis, he couldn't help but look over at him, Edward was the one Louis knew the most in the house. Louis found that the tattoo riddled man was already looking at him, and nodded gently in confirmation of his older brother's words.

"Alright, Harold. You've met each other, now we'll be on our way," Edward said, grabbing Louis' arm and pulling him behind him.

"Um. Bye, Harold," Louis said, peeking over to smile gently at the charismatic man.

"Oh, Pet, you can call me, Harry."

Louis pushed against Edward's restraining grip, trying to get a better view at his much calmer brother.

"I'm sure this is all very traumatizing for you, Louis,"  Harry said, moving from his place against the door frame, "how would you like to spend the rest of the day with me?"

Louis disregarded Harry already knowing his name and looked between the two boys. Edward was glaring at his brother, and Harry was completely ignoring his triplet.

"What do you say, Baby?"

"Listen here you cheeky motherfucker, I'm not your baby so quit the crap. That being said, I'll come with you, but only because your brother is a real prick."

Louis walked over to Harry after Edward's hold on him was hesitantly released.

"So please take me, before I change my mind."