Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#33

Title: Any Way You Want Me (Sort of Larry Smut) by Orphan_Account on AO3

Summary: Marcel, Harry's younger brother, works for M!M and meets the boys for the first time in M!M headquarters.

He's gay, but never been touched. Louis promptly changes that.

Word Count: 2,564

Marcel had never really imagined he would actually land his dream job of band stylist, and in Modest! Management, no less! But then, he hadn't imagined his older brother (only by a year, he would always point out) Harry, would be in one of the bands he was styling, or that Harry was the main reason he had been hired.

Good thing he had listed him on his resume as a contact, ha.

But, now that Marcel was actually working (still considered a newbie on his second week) he found it a lot more intimidating than he had thought. The glances, laughs and comments on his rather large glasses, grandfather-like clothing and odd taste in hairstyles made it painfully obvious he could never be as popular as Harry.

It hadn't been five minutes since Marcel had walked into his cramped office, coffee in hand (straight black, the way he'd once heard real men liked it) than Veronica had walked in, file in hand and bright smile on her face.

"Morning, Marcel!" She smiled brightly. She'd been the only welcoming figure since his starting. They'd gotten to know each other rather well these past two weeks, going out for lunch together a few times. But Marcel suspected that might not have been the case had she not known he was gay as, well, as gay as you could possibly get.

"Ermm, mor- morning Veronica!" Stuttering the way he was after two whole weeks, one would expect him to have loosened up a bit, but he'd always been on the more socially awkward side.

"Jonny's just sent this file over to you, looks like you're already going to be working a band! Good luck, Marc," and with that she laid the file in her hand in front of Marcel and walked out.

Marcel noticed the label on the manila folder and he felt the blood drain from his face: One Direction.

It wasn't like he'd never dreamed of getting to work with his brother's band. As intimidating as Harry's bandmates seemed, he was sure they were nice. At least, Harry'd make them try and be nice to him, right? Marcel sighed and got to work on digitals of outifts they might want to try for their upcoming film. He had a lot of work left, he was meeting Harry's band in just two days.

The past two days had been full of virtually sleepless and restless hours, with Marcel running up different outfits for Harry's band to choose from. He had quite a few he rather liked. For example there was one he thought might be regarded quite "hip and cool" although that wasn't his personal style. It involved gold chains and snapbacks and wife beaters. On the other hand, Marcel's personal favorite were male stripper-like outfits that were absolutely gorgeous. It might have to do with the amount of spandex involved, but could you blame him? One Direction were some fit lads, them.

Having finished printing the posters an hour before he was supposed to meet the band, he sat in his office till Veronica rang him to come wait in the lobby of Jonny's office. As he sat he felt the small ball of nerves and anxiety grow in the bottom of his stomach, even as he tried to drown it in the all too massive gulps of water he was taking.

"Marcel! Maaar-ceeeelll!" Harvey's voice rang through the room. Marcrl got up (a little too) quickly, grabbing the posters and wooden stand.

It all would have been very well and dandy had he not tripped on a small step in the landing. Hell, even his tripping could be forgiven if hadn't face-planted straight into (what could only be) Louis' ass.