Why Can't I Have A Happily Ever After? (Loucel, Mouis, Punk!Louis Marcel!Harry)

Chapter Two

Louis P.O.V

After I beat that worthless shit up I walked out of the bathroom but I stayed out side to see what he would say or do after I left. I heard a couple whines, cries and a bang and louder cries. I smirked to myself but kind of felt bad but I shrugged it off. I went to Art being my next class I had, after lunch. One of the next 3 classes I shared with Marcel. And the worst thing is, he sat next to me in EVERY one. Horrible right? I know. I sat in my normal seat after finding my way here thought the twists and turns of the hallways. Since I was always late to art, the teacher didn't really care any more, Mr. Walmot just took it as a signal that he could start the class. He began to speak, "Okay kids, so I think I want to try something new with you, yea?" He said as the class mumbled 'whatever's and 'sure's. He continued again, "So I want you guys to pa-" he began before the door creaked open revealing a bruise-faced Marcel. His eyes were bloodshot and nearly dry tears lingered on his cheeks. He walked in holding his ribs, limping. I felt bad. No denying it. I've beat him many times but he was never this hurt.

"Marcel? Do you want to go to the nurse?" He asked.

"I'm fine." He mumbled. Being the selfish, non-caring little shits these teachers are, Mr.Walmot let Marcel sit down like that. He sat next to me avoiding eye contact. He occasionally stole glances at me, all of which I caught, and mumbled some things under his breath time to time. Mr Walmot continued, "as I was saying I want you guys to partner up for the this project," he spoke earning slight cheers from the class, "With the person your sitting next to. I want you guys to come up with one painting. Describing your partners personality, dark, happy, in between, both, whatever. It must describe him and you will write a paragraph along with the painting explaining what made you create this 'masterpiece'. Now you have two weeks for this. The teachers in this school are all in for it and every art class is doing it (in my school we have several teachers for different subjects if you were confused...) They have put plenty money into this because for one of the weeks we have hotel rooms for you."He said and pulled out a document on the SmartBoard so we could copy it down. There were a couple of 'gods' and 'ewws' and 'no ways' and 'yays' but no I cannot live with him for a week no, "YOUR NOT MAKING ME LIVE WITH THIS FAG FOR A WEEK ARE YOU?!" I yelled, i cannot work with this bent shit. "Mr.Tomlinson, your going to cut the fucking foul language, your a student, a Senior may i add, start acting your age, your working with Marcel thats it!" He yelled at me.I fucking have to work with that twat. Great. We copied stuff down from the board and really didn't so any art being we had a project due so we had to talk to our partner about hotel stuff and so on. I turned to Marcel who was looking down fiddling with his thumbs. Looking horrible after that beating I gave him. Well he deserved it. He's not normal and he should know that. "So fag," I started and he looked up at me. Due to the fact that I broke em, he didnt have his glasses on. He looked really nice, he looked hot. ugh. Why did I even have to think that! This isnt one of those cheesy movies were they fight their thoughts and say 'I did not just think that!' No I thought it and I was disgusted with myself. I mean guys aren't so bad, and I'm not top ashamed to like boys, its just Marcel, *insert gagging noise here*. "Y-Yea?" He stuttered out.

"I don't want any funny business while were in the hotel got it?" I sternly spoke.

"Uh, yea, okay." He mumbled. Looking back down at his desk. I moved mine closer to him because of the fact he was trying to ignore me.

Marcels P.O.V

'I don't want any funny business when we're in the hotel, got it?" Louis' words replayed in my head. No funny business. Not like I'd pull any anyway but it just made me feel even more hated by him. I know most people would find it normal but it hurt. everything bad that Louis said about me hurt.Every beating hurt. All of the names hurt. He hurt me. But I love him. I can't even explain it. I just love him so much even what I feel hurts. He moved his chair closer and I looked up at him. My ribs hurt but I realized that they couldnt be broken. The janitor had helped me up and it honestly didn't hurt as much as when I tried to get up myself. But I mean I limped, my rib was bruised not broken, scratches, bruises, its sad to say but its just the usual.

"Yes?" I asked Louis due to him scooting closer.

I looked at him hopefully expecting an "Im Sorry" or "I shouldn't have been so mean to you." But no. for a second I forgot what worthless piece of shit I am. He leaned it and rested his thumb on my face, "Your Worthless." He said and slightly grimaced as he scooted the chair away from me leaving the class room as the bell rang.

*insert drumroll here*

And then, Louis ran up to me, he pulled out a gun and shot me.

THE END.

LOL JK

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A/N: Hai dere. So like here's the second chappie and I just wanna thank @Bob my imaginary friend for encouraging me to write this chapter. xD jk but thanks to everyone who commented though I barely have any reads. Thank you too those 28 people who read my shit story. Now I have two questions for y'all (idk I wanted to sound texas-neese..... wtf is wrong with you Alex?)

1. Who's P.O.V would you want me to start with next chapter, aye?

2. What do ya think bout Louis persona in this book so far?

Stay Flahh-Less

Stay Fabulous

Stay Glamorous

Peace ✌

- Alex :3