You saved me from myself

Chapter Twelve

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Louis felt as he was walking to his doom when he closed the door to Marcel's office. The green-eyed man stood with a stern expression leaned against his desk.

"Marcel I am so sorry, I thought you knew and I didn't—"

"Hey, hey." Marcel's tough exterior fell instantly. He hurried forward and enveloped the smaller one in a tight hug. "Calm down, baby. Breathe, okay?"

Louis felt the tears forming, and he desperately tried blinking them away.

"I—Are you mad at me?"

"No, I'm not." Marcel assured him. "I am a little mad at my brother for sneaking you out like that, but that wasn't your fault."

"How do you know it was Harry's idea?" Louis asked.

"Because I know that you wouldn't do anything to deliberately disappoint me." He said simply.

"Oh."

"Yeah," Marcel gave him a small smile. "You okay?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Good." Marcel planted a soft kiss atop his head. "I do have to punish you for breaking the rules, however."

Louis' jaw dropped to the floor. "What do you mean punish me?"

Marcel put his hand at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Well... Lou, how do you think it'd look if one of my patients snuck out without authorized permission, and I did nothing about it?"

"It'd look... Bad. Like special treatment." Louis sighed defeatedly, head tilted towards his feet. "Well, go right ahead then."

"Baby," Marcel put a hand under his chin, shifting his gaze upwards to meet his own. "Please don't be mad at me, I have to. For all our sakes, and our secret."

"I know," Louis nodded. "I'm not mad, Marcie."

A smile tugged on Marcel's lips. "I like that nickname."

"Like it enough to not punish me?" Louis asked.

"Don't be cheeky," Marcel flicked his nose playfully before walking over to his desk, Louis followed and slung himself down into the armchair across from Marcel's.

"I'll have to remove your television and phone privileges for the week, I'm afraid."

"Aw come on," Louis groaned. "Me and Lilah are having marathons on Friends."

"Not for the next week you're not." Marcel looked up at Louis over his computer screen. "Just ask next time before you go out, okay?"

"No fair." Louis pouted, although he knew that he deserved it, he had known that was against the rules, and he didn't want Marcel to get in trouble. "But I have a question, Marcie."

"Hm?"

"Why did you look so angry with me if you weren't?"

"Oh that," Marcel nodded. "It wasn't me who figured out you were gone. It was one of the nurses. I had to kind of play it up, since you're not allowed to without specific permission in case they were watching you come back. Our little secret, you know." He winked.

"You sneaky man, Marcel Styles." Louis shook his head at him. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

Marcel laughed. "I'm sorry, babe. Now if you excuse me, I will have to go and talk to my dear brother about irresponsible behaviour. May I escort you to your room along the way?"