You Don't Own Me (Larry/Larcel)

7 Nerd

WARNING: some bullying

"Will you shut up already?" I snap annoyingly at the sobbing Marcel who's sitting on the bench in the holding cell we're in.

"This is your f-fault!" He sobbed and wiped his face with his hands.
"My m-mum is gonna kill me, she's going to murder me a-and b-"

Louis grabbed the plastic cup that they gave him, once full of water and turned, chucking it at Marcel's head. "Shut up!"

The plastic cup hit its target and Marcel gripped his nose, letting out a surprised sob. His eyes grew wide as blood drew from his nose.

Louis was infuriated, because his mum too would kill him, metaphorically of course, for him being in jail once again.

He knew it wasn't Marcel's fault but like always, he took his anger out on the younger boy.

Marcel's hands were trembling as he saw the blood on his hands, his breathing quickening hastily, flashbacks of Louis hitting him, kicking him, and making him bleed fled through his mind and he let out choked sobs.

Louis rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Marcel, stop crying, I'm sorry ok? Come here." He said and walked to him, holding his arms out.

Marcel flinched, shouting a quick "Please d-don't!" whilst covering his face. "P-please don't hit me please I'm sorry" he sobbed and his eyes were wide, a terrified look on his face.

Louis face fell, and he frowned instantly. "Marcel I-I'm not going to hit you." Then he realised, Marcel was genuinely terrified of him at the moment. He felt a new feeling of guilt wash over and he say by the trembling boy, gently resting his hand on Marcel's back, bringing his other up to brush the hair from his face.

"Hey, hey Marcel calm down ok? I won't hit you I promise. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He cooed and rubbed his back, taking his own jacket off and gently wiping the blood from Marcel's nose with it.

Marcel's breathing hadn't slowed down, but he had blood on his hands, looking down at his pocket frantically, and Louis also realised that he needed his inhaler.

He took it from the boys pocket and held it to Marcel's lips, instantly watching the way Marcel's pink lips wrapped around the plastic, and how his cheeks hollowed when he sucked in the medicine through those ravishing cherry lips.

He swallowed and ignored the thought, the dirty dirty thought and he put it in his own pocket this time, dabbing Marcel's nose some more.

Marcel looked at Louis, teary eyed and with a bloody nose and Louis thought, 'he honestly looks pathetic', but his next thought was 'poor baby' and then he shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts of being nice, from his mind.

"We'll get out of this alright ok? And I will get them to keep it off of your permanent record, just stop all the crying ok?" Louis asked and Marcel nodded, resting his head against Louis chest, keeping Louis jacket against his nose.

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Louis was sitting in the holding cell on the uncomfortable bench, his head back agains the wall, sleeping soundly as Marcel was laying on the bench with his head laying in Louis' lap. A weird sight to walk in on as Billings tapped the bars and woke the two boys up.

Louis stirred awake at the annoying tapping noise, glaring at the cop and blushing when he realised Marcel's position in his lap.
Louis quickly shoved Marcel off, making him fall to the ground, and he stood up, walking to the bars.

"Are we ok to go?" Louis asked in a tired voice, as Marcel was getting up off the ground, still clutching Louis' bloody jacket.
He trudged up beside Louis and spotted his mum in the waiting room, the look on her face was worried but relieved.

She let out a sigh of relief as the cell door was opened and she ran to Marcel, wrapping her arms around his slender waist. "Oh, Marcel, my poor baby, are you ok? You're covered in blood- " then she glanced at Louis.

"Who's this?" She asked and Marcel bit his lip. "That- that's Louis, mum." He muttered and her eyes grew wide, and she glared at him.

"What? You mean, this is the weasel who's been bullying you! Him?" She asked angrily, quite loud at that.

Louis was at a loss for words, his mouth gaping open, but closing again. "I-I-" but she cut him off.

"Stay away from my son. Stay away from my son, you delinquent!" She snapped and led Marcel to the desk, and Louis didn't miss the apologetic look that he received from the younger boy.

The cop let the two go with warnings and Louis was thankful for that, and it wasn't going on their records, lucky for Marcel.

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The next day, Saturday afternoon,

Marcel lay on his couch, reading a John Green book whilst humming '18' by his favourite band, although, no one really knew he listened to that band, as it was pop punk and no one expected him to like it.

"I'm just waiting till' I'm eighteen' he sang in a mumble aloud and sighed.

Then there was a knock on the door, and it started him so much that he dipped his book. He went to the door and opened it, getting pulled out of the house immediately by none other than Louis, the boy he wasn't supposed to talk to anymore.

That didn't stop him from letting out a loud shriek at the sudden movement.

"Saw your mum wasn't home. We should do the project." Louis grinned and pushed Marcel against the door.

Marcel shook his head. "Louis n-no I- " but Louis cut him off.

"What? Would you rather do each other?" And that made Marcel's face turn red and he stuttered.
"N-no no I-I -my mum- she-"

"Oh she wants to join?" Louis raised an eyebrow smirked, and Marcel let out a squeak and his eyes widened.
"No! No no no! Stop Louis I, you heard what she t-told you." He said and covered his face in embarrassment.

Louis chuckled. "Oh so you're a goody two shoes then? Always does what mummy says?" He cocked his head and Marcel huffed.
"Shut up." He rolled his eyes only to have Louis' hand grip his chin hard, forcing him to look at the elder.

"Back talking and now rolling your eyes? You're getting brave, brat." He spat and Marcel let out a whimper at the rough contact from Louis hand to his chin.

"S-sorry." Marcel said quietly and Louis nodded sternly. "Better be. I've been very lenient with you, Marcel. You better remember your boundaries."

Marcel groaned.
"You don't own me, Louis." He said in a mumble and Louis only scoffed.

"Are you going to stop me?"
He asked and gripped Marcel's shoulder. Marcel let out a whimper and winced. He shook his head and Louis let go.

"That's what I thought. Don't ever tell me that again." He said and roughly shoved the younger.

Marcel fell to the grass covered ground and gripped his elbow.
"O-ow-" he stuttered in a pathetic tone of voice, baffled that Louis actually reminisced on the days where he bullied him.

"Get up, nerd. We need to get his done." Louis snapped and walked inside Marcel's house.

Marcel sat up and welled back the tears. He got up off the ground and walked inside, shutting the door hesitantly.

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BOOM so a dramatic but not-so-dramatic cliffhanger, lol. Keep voting lovelies. -E