Finally Falling

Chapter 46

Marcel's POV
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"Did they really just fall asleep again?"
"Niall leave them be." A smack was heard after I felt someone poke my cheek. My eyes opened slowly and I noticed Sam and Niall standing in front of me. I tried to sit up but the weight on my body made it difficult. How long have I been out?
"You've been asleep for an hour." Sam says, as if she'd read my mind. I feel Louis snuggle deeper into my chest and I smile down at him. His hair was slightly disheveled and he looked adorable. My eyes looked up to the couple and I noticed that they looked as if they were about to leave.
"Where are you guys going?" Sam was in the middle of putting on her heals before she looked at me to answer.
"My mom called. Said it was an emergency." I nod in understanding and wonder what my mom would be doing at this time. The slap replays in my head and I push it to the back of my mind. Who cares what she's doing.
"Ok we're headed out. Don't do anything stupid." Niall said as he walked out. I roll my eyes and wave as Sam follows behind him. Once the door is closed, the room is silent and I divert my attention back to the broken boy in my arms. I don't have the heart to wake him..who knows when he'll have another good nights sleep. I stand slowly with him still in my arms and make my way to the bedroom. Once I get there, I place him onto the bed softly. He then grabs my arm when I'm about to leave.
"No..stay. I'm not tired anymore." He mumbles as his blue irises are revealed.
"Why did you make me carry you then?" I lay next to him and he smiles.
"I like being carried." He answers like it's obvious. I smile and peck his lips. His small hands make their way to my curly locks and his eyes brighten.
"You should let me straighten your hair!" I nearly get whiplash from how fast I shake my head no.
"Last time I straightened my hair, I looked terrible." But it wouldn't be Louis if he took no for an answer.
"Please..please." He folds his hands together and pouts, resembling a puppy that was too cute to deny. Even though he was begging, I still said no.
"It's not going to work this time Lou. I mean it." Louis sits and stares at me for a while before smirking. He crawls onto my lap and I gulp as I feel his breath on my neck.
"Baby you would look so hot with straight hair..maybe we could have fun afterwards." He kisses my neck and I bite my lip to hold back a moan. He pulls away and stares into my eyes.
"Don't you like my curls?" I say once I've found my voice. His blue eyes scan me and he licks his lips.
"Of course I love your curls. I just.." he pauses and takes a strand and curls it around his finger. "Want to see it in a different style. Just this once baby. How about it?" He kisses my lips and I automatically kiss back. He teases me by grinding onto me and I moan again. Once he detaches his lips, I'm in a daze. His brow arches and I realize that he's waiting for my final answer.
"Fine." He beams and hops off of me to run to the bathroom.
"Do you even know how to straighten hair?" I ask as I watch him dig through the cabinets.
"I've seen Zayn do it before...aha!" His search comes to a stop once he finds the blue straightening iron.
"Sit." He orders and I roll my eyes as I plop onto the bed. I can't believe I'm letting him do this. Louis takes a strand of my hair and places it onto the iron and frowns.
"It's not working. Niall needs to get a new iron." I look at the floor and see the cord laying there.
"Maybe if you plugged it in.." I then plug it into the outlet and see the light turn red. "There. It's hot so be careful baby, I don't want you to burn yourself." I say as I sat back down.
"Hush, let the master create art." He proceeds to grab a piece of hair from my fringe and I cringe as the iron comes close. Louis notices my discomfort and laughs.
"Stop being a baby." I roll my eyes as he pulls the iron down on my hair, leaving behind a straight strand. All of a sudden he hisses and let's it go.
"Fuck, it burned me. Your hair burned my finger." he places the hot iron on the sheets and sucks his finger. Panic rushes through me as I hurry to pick it up.
"Louis! Blankets can catch fire. Do you want Niall to be homeless?" I turn off the iron and place it onto the nightstand.
"Let me see it." He hugs his finger close to his chest and shakes his head.
"Lou..let me see." He places his hand onto mine and I examine it. I bring the finger to my mouth and suck it. Louis face is surprised and red. After I finish, I place a kiss on it.
"Better?" He nods and mutters a thank you and I shrug as I look at my hair.
" You only got halfway through it." I chuckle.
"Hair styling is hard. I don't know how Sam does it."
"Come on, let's go make some cupcakes."
"Yay! Cupcakes!!" He cheers. I have the cutest boyfriend ever.

Michaels POV
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My body ached as I tried to stand up from my position on the floor. I knew Louis was long gone and was probably with that curly headed bitch. A groan escaped my mouth as I shuffled over to the bathroom to check the damage. As I flipped the switch, the reflection revealed a black eye, busted lip that was still dripping blood and a cut on my cheek. I had thought the damage would be worse by the look on his face as he punched me. He had said something while he was kicking my ass but I didn't care to listen. In my opinion, Louis brought this upon himself. I had tried to be nice and he fucked up. I still want him back though and I knew exactly how to do it. I pulled out my phone and dialed my nephews number.
"Hello?"
"Hey Fletcher, I need your help with something."

Louis' POV
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Why oh why did it have to be Monday? I hate Monday's. Marcel had just left me to go to his first period and I was still making my way to mine. My blue converse tapped against the steps as I made my way up to the second floor, walking past the red lockers and other classrooms. Once I made it, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me into the janitors closet.
"What the fuck?" I say as I raise my fists, just in case I had to beat someone's ass.
"Louis calm down," The light switch is flicked on and Fletchers face is illuminated.
"You don't just pull people into closets! That's how you get shot!" I shout. The kid had me thinking I was being kidnapped or something. He quickly covers my mouth with his hand and I glare at him.
"Louis, shut up alright? We need to talk." He whispers. I pull his hand off of my face and wipe my mouth.
"What the fuck is it? I'm missing valuable info right now." He rolls his eyes but gets to the point.
" I feel like we don't know each other you know? Maybe we should hang out." He smiles. He cannot be serious.
"You pulled me in here for that bullshit? Fuck out my face Fletcher." I reach for the doorknob but he grabs me again.
"If you don't stop touching me, you'll loose a fucking hand." He automatically lets me go and I walk into my classroom.
"Louis why are you late?"
"The bell rang before I got here." I reply as I sat down in my assigned seat next to this chick with big glasses and braces. The lesson continues as if nothing happened but I don't pay attention. Why would Fletcher want to hang out with me? Another good question is, why would I want to hang out with Fletcher? He fought Marcel and he is just fucking annoying.
"Could you stop tapping your foot? It's annoying." The girl next to me snaps.
"Sorry.." I mumble as I glare down at my desk. When class was over, I decided to rant about my situation to Marcel in PE. We were outside that day and we always sat underneath the bleachers to...talk. When I got there he was sitting down with legs crossed, picking at the grass.
"Hey." I announce and he looks up at me and smiles.
"Louis, hi." he kisses my lips softly and for a second, I forget what I want to say.
I smile as I seat myself next to him on the grass. I instinctively lace his hands with my own and he smiles. The sun shines behind him, giving him an angelic glow. He is my angel and I love him. I peck his nose and he giggles.
"You know what happened that I think is weird?" He asks as he lays his head on my lap. His curly locks flowed over my lap so I twirled them between my fingers. I like that he doesn't put gel in his hair anymore, his hair is softer and it's getting a little longer too.
"What's that babe?"
"Fletcher apologized again for what he said about you. I said it's water under the bridge because it didn't bother me anymore."
"That's weird?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"The weird part was that he hugged me and asked if we could be friends again. Sam was there and she looked at me like 'what the hell'."
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I said yea. I shouldn't hold what he did over his head forever. Plus he was a good friend." I rolled my eyes. Of course Marcel would say yes. He's the sweetest little cupcake there is.
"I know you don't like him Lou.."
"He had the nerve to ask me to hang out with him." I blurt out. Marcel sits up and leans on his elbows, looking at me with wide eyes. I looked at him with a raised brow.
"Really? What did you say?"
"I told him no. I don't want to be all buddy buddy with him." Marcel looks at the ground and begins to play with the green blades of grass.
"Well..I may have told him that he could come to Diana's with us for lunch." he mumbles. I look at him and let out a long sigh to show my frustration.
"I know Lou, I'm sorry. He looked like he's changed so why not give him another chance?"
"Because he's a little cunt." My rude remark earns me a smack on the arm.
"Don't be mean Louis. Just promise me you'll be nice." He pulls his best puppy dog face and I can't look away.
"Fine but if he tries to hug me I'll punch him." Marcel laughs but I keep my serious face on and his smile deflates a little.
"Oh come on..where's that award wining smile?" He pokes my cheek and I hold back my smile. Marcel then places his hand on my cheek and smiles as he stares into my eyes. I can't help but smile back.
"I love you."
"And I you." He replies softly. Our lips touch but we pull away quickly once we hear the whistle. Marcel stands and helps me up as I groan.
"I'll see you later." He smiles. I nod and watch him look around and walk away from the bleachers. Then after a bit, I walk out too.