You Don't Own Me (Larry/Larcel)

5 Don't

WARNINGS: none

Marcel lay in bed that night, not being able to get the scene of him and LOUIS out of his brain.

It's like it was etched in there with an ink pen. He had so many questions, he was so confused. He didn't know what to think of it.

Well what do you think when the guy who has been bullying you for years, gives you a handjob in the locker rooms?

Just thinking of it, gets him aroused.

But he can't help it, he get's turned on whilst thinking of what occurred the day before, then he gets confident and slides his hand into his 100% cotton fibre boxers.

He sees images of Louis flashing through his mind as he touches himself, remembering how Louis hand was where his is now, in his boxers.

Then Marcel starts sobbing. He sobs for about two hours because, his first experience with a man, with anyone at all actually, was with Louis, in the smelly locker rooms.

And he didn't fully get to experience the moment as he was having a panic attack the whole time. He feels ruined. He feels as if his innocence is smashed, another thing Louis has ripped from him.

And now he's blaming Louis.

He's so angry at Louis.

'How could he do this to me? He already beats me to a bloody pulp, quite literally and now he thinks he can just take this away from me? My innocence? What if it's a joke? What if he did it just to break me even more than he has?'

Marcel asked himself all these questions, beating himself up for it.

Beating himself up mentally as Louis would do physically.

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I don't like using big words to describe myself, but I feel unintelligent for the first time since high school. I feel dead, I'm so tired. I couldn't sleep.

Since this is the way I act when I get a hand job, does that mean I will be a virgin forever? Leave it up to Louis to ruin it once again.

Then I see him. Him and his stupid friends, with their stupid bimbo girlfriends. I'm not usually this mean but, give me a break, I'm running on three hours of sleep.

He is wearing ripped skinny jeans and a dark grey jumper. Those jeans can't be comfortable.

LOUIS' POV

Ah, there he is. Marcel, wearing his usual attire. He looks different though, dark circles under his eyes, not that I give a shit.

He was probably up all night doing math homework or some shit.

But that doesn't stop me from going over and shoving him against the lockers, hard. Why, you ask? Well, I never said I wouldn't keep hurting him. I like seeing him in pain. It gives me a sense of what he would look like in pleasure.

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Louis grins and keeps his grip on Marcel's shirt.

"Hey Marcy." He says and let's Marcel go, but he remains up against the locker.

"What, no 'hello Louis?' That's rude Marcel." Louis tsked, tapping Marcel's cheek lightly.

"H-hi, Louis." He said quietly with a roll of his eyes, the roll that Louis saw even behind Marcel's thick glasses.

Louis scowled.

"Roll your eyes at me one more time, and your glasses will be in halves, nerd." He snapped.

"I came over here to tell you that, I want you to be my partner in Mrs. Jonson's project. If anyone knows more about The history of Art, then it's you." He said and crossed his arms over his chest.

Marcel pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Ok." He shrugged. "I think the library is open after school on Tuesday's, but it kind of smells in there because the librarian is a-" but he stopped abruptly when a hand slapped over his mouth.

"You talk a lot." Louis said and rolled his eyes. "We can do it at mine. My sisters are going to church camp this weekend, my mom won't mind us there." He said and glared at him.

"But we aren't friends. I don't even want to be aquatinted with you, got it? Just, get me a good grade."

Louis asked, and raised his eyebrows, making sure to keep his stern tone of voice, admiring how Marcel was listening to him as if he was more comfortable with him.

That needs to change.

Marcel can't get comfortable with Louis.

"And Marcel, what happened in the locker rooms, that was to make you feel good ok? It doesn't mean I like you. I was just tired of knowing how- innocent you are, /were/. So don't think it will be a thing." He said and pulled a piece of paper from his bag, writing down a number and an address.

He thrusted the paper into Marcel's oddly soft hand and shoved him once more.

"Try not to act so gay when you're at my house." Was the last thing Louis said before he walked away.

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HEY GUYS! SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING, IT'S BEEN BUSY.

And I understand that Zayn left, and everyone is upset, but just remember that his health is more important, and he's finally doing something for himself. I was really upset, and I still am, but just remember, his well being is more important. <3 -E