Louis' P.O.V
"Do you trust me?" I asked hesitantly. He starred at me eyes wide with fear, but nodded his head anyway.
"Y-yeah, a bit. I-I mean you s-saved me from R-ryan, so I t-trust you." He stumbled over his words slowly. I smiled letting go of his face.
"Then let's go! We are skipping school today, you sure need it." After he gave me a small dimpled smile, I closed his passenger door and jogged around to my side. Having no idea where to go, I look over at the geeky boy.
"Anywhere you wanna go?" He looked at me pondering where to go. His eyes went wide in excitement.
"I know a place we can go! No one will catch us either!" He said happily, before he shied away again. "I-if you w-wanna go... that is." I threw him a lopsided smile before gesturing for him to carry on talking.
"There's a den near the back of Jefferson park, my dad showed me when I was younger... well I turned it into a small studio and there are CD's and other stuff there." He explained pointing out where to turn. Pulling up to a small den, Marcel pulled a key out of his pocket. I once again opened his door for him, he quickly unlocked it stepping inside.
"Woah, I thought you said small studio!" I said stepping inside and looking around. The inside was much bigger then the outside. He smiled a bit before walking over to a wall with CD's on it, he lifted one and popped it into the player. "Never Say Never" by The Fray started to poor out the speakers.
"This is pretty small Lou. Its not even half the size of a real studio." He explained while walking to a black shiny guitar that had the name Rose imprinted on it in cursive. I nodded my head slowly and sat on the couch next to him. Everything in here must've cost a fortune.
"So you sing?" I asked and he nodded and flashed me a bright smile. "Can you sing for me then? Just to pass time." He hesitated before nodding again and picking up 'Rose'.
"I've actually been working on a song for a while but I'm not sure if its okay..." He rambled as he tuned the shining guitar.
"Well lay it on me Styles!" I began to grow impatient, I watched as he played the beginning cords slowly.
My hands, your hands
Tied up like two ships
Drifting, weightless
Waves try to break it
I'd do anything to save it
Why is it so hard to say it
My heart, your heart
Sit tight like book ends
Pages between us
Written with no end
So many words we're not saying
Don't want to wait till its gone
you make me strong
He took a deep breath before looking at me hesitantly. I smiled brightly, while giving him a massive thumbs up.
I'm sorry if I say I need ya
But I don't care I'm not scared of love
Coz when I'm not with you I'm weaker
Is that so wrong, is it so wrong
That you make me strong
My mouth was practically on the floor by now. Marcel smirked before going into the next verse. I recollected my composure as he smiled shyly.
Think of how much loves that's been wasted
People always trying to escape it
Move on to stop their heart breaking
But there's nothing I'm running from
You make me strong
I'm sorry if I say I need ya
But I don't care I'm not scared of love
Coz when I'm not with you I'm weaker
Is that so wrong, is it so wrong
So baby hold on to my heart, ohh
Need you to keep me from falling apart
i'll always hold on Coz you make me strong
The room started to feel hotter when he looked me in the eyes as he sang quietly. I wasn't breathing, I couldn't breath.
I'm sorry if I say I need ya
But I don't care I'm not scared of love
Coz when I'm not with you I'm weaker
Is that so wrong, is it so wrong...
I'm sorry if I say I need ya!
But I don't care I'm not scared of love!
Coz when I'm not with you I'm weaker!
Is that so wrong, is it so wrong!
That you make me str-
I'm sorry if I say I need ya!
But I don't care I'm not scared of love!
Coz when I'm not with you I'm weaker!
Is that so wrong, is it so wrong....
That you make me strong
He finished the song and I leaped out up from where I was sitting.
"Your voice! Since when?!?" He chuckled lightly and shrugged his shoulders messing with a few of the chords on Rose.
"So you liked it?" He asked hopefully, looking up at me. His emerald eyes sparkled under the lighting, as I gave him a smile so big it hurt my face.
"I loved it Marcy, it was amazing! Your voice was amazing!" I exclaimed, he shyly looked at the floor and muttered a quiet thanks.
"Lou? Can I ask you something?" He asked before standing and putting away Rose.
"Fire away, Sweet-Cheeks." A light blush rose onto his face at the nickname, and shy smile was directed at me.
"W-why did you help me back there, w-with Ryan? You could've left him beat me up, or joined him..." He asked, dragging his fingers over all the CD's.
Marcel's P.O.V
"I wasn't going to let your adorable face get fucked up by an assface. Had to help you, after all who lets their crush get beaten up?" He answered, a deep blush rose to my face as I slowly turned around.
"Wait.. Y-you like me?" I stuttered, he nodded his head with a smirk. "Why? I'm just a 'nerd' that does what I'm told and gets bullied everyday." I asked confused on why he liked me.
"That's what I like about you Marcel. Even though you are having a really hard time in school, you don't change for anyone. You do all your work, and listen to your parents. That's the thing! You're adorable, when you laugh its loud and there is a small snort near the end. You're really smart, intelligence is sexy innocent one." The more he talked, the more I blushed. He startes to slowly walk towards me, I stayed frozen to my spot. "When you blush it looks absolutely adorable, your a dork as well and that just makes you.... Whats the word..? Adorkable! You're Adorkable." He was in front of me now looking into my shy green eyes, as I looked into his sparkling bright blue ones.
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I know its been ages I'm sorry my dears. I just didn't know what to write Dx -A xx
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Larcel Stylinson~ Lost Love
FanficMarcel is the school "nerd" and is always bullied by every one. He loves music, reading and he lives with his older sister Gemma, Mother and stepfather Louis Tomlinson is the school "bad-boy" who every one is afraid of. He loves music and football...
