Finally Falling

Chapter 33

Marcel's POV

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" I can't believe your behavior Marcel." my mother scolded as we all walked into the house. I just rolled my eyes and placed my bag against the wall. I'll just come back for it later.

" Don't you walk away from me."

I stopped and turned to her with a 'are you fucking kidding me' look.

"What the hell was I supposed to do? It's not my fault that lady kept pinching my bum!" And it was true. While I was shaking the hands of the mourners, some fat lady with red lip gloss and a pedophile smile kept pinching me. I politely told her to stop plenty of times and when she reached for my privates I lost it.

" Don't raise your voice at your mother, just go to your room." My stepfather commanded.

" Gladly."

I made my way up the stairs and walked into my room, yanking off the black blazer and the tight tie that was suffocating me all day. I was just happy to be back home in my room.

Bzzz bzzz

I reached for my phone, seeing Louis' name flash on the screen.

" Hey Lou!"

" M-Marcel.."

My face turned into a frown once I heard his voice. Is he crying?

" Love, what's wrong? Do you want me to come over?" I asked as I changed into some jeans and a gray jumper with a blue t-shirt underneath.

" No! Please don't come over. I can't-"

" Louis! Get your ass down here and start cleaning your mess in the living room!" I heard a voice in the background shout.

" Louis, what's going on?"

" Nothing, it's nothing. How was the trip?" He replied as if trying to change the subject.

" Dreadful and I'm coming over."

" Marcel n-"

I hung up before he could anything. I'm not going to sit here knowing that Louis is crying. What kind of boyfriend would I be? Well it's not like we made it official but we might as well. I grabbed a pair of black converse and climbed out of my window.

Louis' POV

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" Louis don't make me come in there!"

I quickly wiped away my tears and made my way downstairs.

" I told you to clean that up."

Michael was lounging on the couch with a bear in hand, sitting right in front of the tv. I looked around, trying to find the so called 'mess' that he claims I have to clean but I couldn't find it.

" W-Where's the mess?"

He chuckled with a smirk plastered across his face and dropped the ice cold beer right on the carpeted floor, allowing the glass to shatter and the liquid to seep into the rug.

" That mess."

I let out a sigh and made my way into the laundry room so that I could find the right materials to clean up the stain. I can't believe he had the audacity to call me all the way down here for no apparent reason, then wants me to clean up a mess I didn't make! Like what the hell! Once I finally found the tools I needed, I made my way back to where Michael was sitting and crouched down to scrub away at the brown bear stain.

The task was even more difficult considering that I could feel Michael's eyes staring at my ass. Ugh I just felt like grabbing this cleaner and throwing it in his face. Once I finally finished scrubbing, I picked up the glass shards, threw them away and made my way into my room after I put them away. I quickly jumped onto my bed, making sure to lock my door so that I could be alone. My eyes made their way to the framed photo that was sitting on my dresser. It was a picture of me and my dad. I remember I was five and had just won my first soccer game because I made the winning goal. I was sitting on his shoulders with the large trophy in my small hands. My dad was the reason I started soccer in the first place. He was the one that pushed me to practice even if I just wanted to play video games and I missed him so much.

" Daddy, please come back..I need you back." I whimpered as tears began to fall again. Suddenly I heard a rapid tapping at my window.

I slowly got up from my bed and peaked out, seeing a mop of curly hair.

" Marcel?"

I quickly unlocked the window and watched him trip and fall as he came in. That's Marcel, such a clumsy oaf. I shook my head and chuckled as I tried helping him up.

" What are you doing here?"

" I heard you crying on the phone and I wanted to know if you were ok." he replied, slightly panting.

" Wait, isn't my house three miles away from yours?" I asked with wide eyes.

" Yea so?"

" So you ran three miles just to see if I was ok?"

" Pretty much. I also climbed that tree outside your window."

I quickly wrapped my arms around him, which took him by surprise. The fact that he did that was just so sweet. Nobody has ever done that for me.

Marcel then pulled away from me and planted a kiss on my lips. I had to get on my tip toes just to reach Marcel's lips. It was a soft, quick kiss as if he was letting me know I was safe.

" Louis, baby, what's wrong?"

" Michael...h-he..h-he almost raped me." A fresh set of tears made their way down my face so I brought my knees up and hid my face in between them.

" That fucking bastard." I lifted my head up a bit to see Marcel headed towards my bedroom door. I then scrambled up and ran over to him, shutting the door immediately.

" No Marcel, don't go."

" B-but he hurt you Lou!" he argued back.

" Just please..don't go. I need someone to cuddle." I reply with a pout. Marcel nodded with a small smile and we both made our way to my bed, laying on it comfortably with our bodies pressed together.

" Hey, who's that?" Marcel asked as he pointed to the photo.

" That's my dad.." I replied with a shaky voice.

" What happened to him?"

" H-he died..and it was all my fault."

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I don't know about you guys but I hate when Louis cries. It breaks my heart :(

But I had to do it. I'm going to leave you guys in suspense lol. Anyway, I would like to thank all of you who have been reading my story from Chapter 1 to now, it really means a lot. Don't worry I'll be updating as soon as you think.

- Manisexoxo