skinny love ➳ larcel

✧ baby boy ✧

(marcel's pov)

today was just another day at Rosewood High. you know, the usual: all the students lingering around the main quad, some gossiping about the latest rumors circling around the school, while others silently made their way to their next period

that's what i'm about to do. i grabbed my math book out of my locker, and shut the door, sighing

the sun was blazing down on me, practically burning me alive, but i ignored the beads of sweat forming on my forehead as i carefully maneuvered my way past my fellow students, occasionally muttering out "excuse me" and "pardon me"

once i finally escaped the sea of bodies, i clutched my book tighter to my chest, and pushed my glasses up

"ugh, my collars chafing" i huffed in frustration as i pulled at my collar, which was unfortunately starting to stick to my sweaty skin

just as i was about to open the door to my math class, i heard a familiar voice call out my name

"oi, marcel!"

i stopped in my tracks and bit my lip as i turned around, seeing the one and only louis tomlinson standing in front of me, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face

let me explain, you see, louis tomlinson is not just another student; he was the most popular guy at Rosewood High. all the girls swooned as he walked by, even some guys did, too!

he was on the football team, had straight A's, and was the kindest guy you'd ever meet. he was the literal definition of perfection

and then there's me

i guess you could say im popular... well, not 'louis tomlinson popular' but nerdy popular

i, marcel styles, am known as the nerdiest nerd of Rosewood High. sad, i know

but i quite like my appearance. i mean i strongly dislike my curly hair that i often have a hard time taming, which is why i gel it. and i basically wear the same outfit everyday: a white button up, a brown tie, and a sweater vest, which my mom bought for me

the comments i get about my clothes bother me a little, but not to the point where i want to completely change my style. hopefully it will never come to that...

snapping out of my thoughts, i pushed my glasses up and stared into louis' mesmerizing blue eyes. you could get lost in those things if you weren't careful

i mean, just the sight of him always causes butterflies in my stomach and makes my heart to skip i beat. i've never felt this way about anyone... does this mean i like him?

pssh, of course not! it would be a miracle if he actually liked me back. a miracle that would never come true, sadly

wait, why am i sad? i don't even like him! and he definitely doesn't like me

snapping out of my thoughts, i can't help but squirm under his gaze "h-hey louis" i nervously stutter out

louis chucked and eyed me up and down. suddenly, he started to walk towards me

i backed up until i was pressed against the dirty brick wall, praying it wouldn't leave a mark on the back of my clothes

"um louis w-what-" i began, but was interrupted when he pushed a finger against my pink lips. he then placed his other hand against the wall, beside my head

my breath hitched. his face was so close to mine. i could see every intricate detail on his face. he was breathtaking; his face looked like it was carved by the gods

after a few moments of just staring at each other, he smirked and replaced his finger with his thumb, and began gliding it along my bottom lip

my mouth parted, i fluttered my eyes shut at the feeling and tilted my head back a little

"you like that, don't you baby boy?" i heard his deep voice growl

i opened my eyes in shock and looked up at him. his eyes appeared darker and he was even closer than before

he removed his thumb from my lip and backed away, laughing "see ya, marcel" he waved, turning around and walked off, leaving me with a tight crotch and so many questions flooding my mind

❦ thoughts? anything i can improve on? comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! love you guys ❦