Louis was crying when he finally made it to the Styles household. Thick tears streaming down his pretty golden face.

He knocked harshly on the door, tired from not only the twenty minute run but also the emotional aspect of what had just happened.

Louis sniffled when the door opened, welcoming a shocked Marcel as he took in Louis' current state.

"L-Louis... a-are y-you okay?" Marcel was shocked. Never had he seen Louis so, what could only be describe as vulnerable. Louis was always the loud spoken, no care in a world confident boy. 

Yet here he was on his porch as tears soaked his cheeks.

Louis shook his head a definite no, "i-is Harry here?"

Marcel bit his lip as he looked behind him in the house, although he already knew the answer.

"O-uh-a no-no. So-sorry he and mum and Ed went to the movies without me... mum grounded me for ski-skipping school."

Louis hiccuped as another sob fell from his mouth, "I'm sorry Mar-Macel." Louis hiccuped half way through his speech.

There nerdy boy frowned before shaking his head considering his next words wisely, "did you want to um come in and I could um maybe make you some tea."

Louis nodded, lip caught between his teeth.

"Than-thank you Marcy."

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Louis sipped on his Yorkshire tea softly as he cuddled up in the blanket on the couch.

He had finally found it in himself to stop crying, now merely sporting a running nose and red eyes.

Marcel walked into the living room awkwardly as always, long lanky legs tripping over themselves as he straightened his plaid button up vest before sitting down with a cup of tea for himself.

"D-did yo-you want to tell me what happened Lou-Louis?"

The caramel haired boy sighed as he put his cup of tea to the side, pulling his knees to his chest.

"I I came out to my parents...." Marcel's eyes widened at Louis' declaration.

"That's great!"

Louis shook his head, "no Marcel, they said I needed rehab they said I 'had gay' they think it's a sickness." Louis worked himself up as he gradually spoke faster, breathing  even faster.

Marcel looked absolutely shocked, because Louis was panicking and he didn't know what to do. So he eventually took the punk boy's shaking hands in his he didn't know what to say other than a simple, "I'm sorry Lou... I'm sure it will all turn out okay."

Louis bit his lip as he nodded, taking a deep breath in. He knew this was hard for Marcel who could barely handle a regular social conversation - so he had to internally thank the boy.

"C-can you just hug me Marcy... please. Just hug me."

And Louis wasn't demanding, nor was he asking, he was pleading - begging.

Marcel looked around, this was both his nightmare and dream come true.

He had always dreamt of hugging Louis, wrapping him up in his arms and Louis feel safe. But he wished this were on better circumstances.

He had to control himself reminding himself, if Harry were here - Louis would be hugging his brother, not him.

"O-of course Lou..."

Marcel unsurely moved towards Louis, wrapping his arms around the shaking boy. The nerdy boy wondered if he was hugging correctly. Sure he had hugged his parents, brothers and family members - but this was his first time ever hugging a boy.

And a really pretty boy that was.

"I-is this good?" Marcel asked unsurely, stiff as Lous pressed his nose to Marcel's neck.

The small boy shook his head no, pushing Marcel softly against the back of the couch before straddling him, wrapping his legs around Marcel's waist.

"This is good now." Louis mumbled softly as he just lay there, wrapped in the warmth and strength of Marcel's arms.

And he felt like everything would be okay. 

Marcel just did that to him.