"So where are you taking him?" Edward asked blowing a bubble of smoke as he laid on the nerdy boy's bed.

Marcel coughed as he blew the smoke away and towards the window, immediately turning back to the mirror to stare at his reflection. Not like he had been doing that the past ten minutes.

"You look fine brother chill... Louis will love it." Edward laughed as he sat up on the IKEA bed sheets.

Marcel was wearing his signet white shirt, button up vest and slacks - this time he had paid it with a nice tie.

He hoped Louis liked it, especially considering Louis was the one who urged him not to change his style. In fact Louis had used the word beautiful. 

It still made Marcel blush.

"Well to answer your question Ed... I-I'm taking him ice skating."

Edward's eyes widened, as a smile played across his face, "ice skating Marcy? Really?"

The nerdy boy quickly turned to look at Edward, "is there something wrong with that?"

Edward just laughed silently, "no bro. Just you can't ice skate for shit." 

Marcel pouted as he knocked the smoking lad on the shoulder, "that's not true!"

Edward rolled his eyes, because yes it was.... last time they went ice skating Marcel tried to swing Harry but it ended with Marcel with a broken arm and Harry a broken foot.

They never visited the rink since.

Well, until now...

"Well little bro. Goodluck, it's Sunday actually. Pretty sure they play disco music only on Sunday's and then encourage everyone to dance."

Marcel blushed.

"It'll be fun Ed stop."

The man zipped his lips playfully before patting Marcel on the back and walking away.

Marcel sighed, thirty minutes before Louis would be here, thirty minutes.

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"This is why you told me to dress warm then." Louis giggled as they walked through the front door - cold immediately hitting them.

"W-well yeah I thought ice skating would be fun."

Louis made a noise of agreement, "god I haven't' done this in ages, should be hella fun - Thanks Marcy!" Louis squealed as he skipped, pausing to press a kiss to Marcel's cheek.

He quickly gasped, "don't faint!"

The taller of the two rolled his eyes, blushing, "hey we agreed to never speak of that again!"

Louis winked, "oopsies."

Marcel merely grinned, he was absolutely smitten with Louis Tomlinson.

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"Come on Marcy! It's a disco for a reason. Dance!" The small boy yelled skating towards Marcel easily.

Marcel should have listened to Edward, his lanky legs and ice just didn't seem to mix - Louis was being extremely patient with him.

Marcel groaned playfully as he watched Louis do the Macarena to some random song over the loud speaker (surprisingly it worked with the beat).

"Do I haaaave to." Marcel whined. Louis skated towards him, taking his hand in his as he moved it in disco form.

"Come on honeeeey. I know you can do it baby." Louis cheered playfully.

Eventually Marcel rolled his eyes, pushing back his embarrassment as he let loose.

Louis laughed giggled as he moved to skate forward, however his skate got caught in the ice and with a gasp he was toppling forward - hands pressing against Marcel's chest as they both went crashing to the ice.

Marcel groaned as did Louis.

"Oh my I'm sorry!" Louis squeaked, sitting up from his position on Marcel.

The taller of the two laughed as sat up - his Vision was blurred as his glasses had fallen off.

Louis laughed too, "here" with that he was handing the nerdy boy his thick rimmed glasses.

"Oops..." Louis mumbled, staring into Marcel's pretty green eyes.

The nerdy boy doesn't know what confidence overcame him, but in that minute it was just him, Louis and the music.

"Hi." Marcel replied, fingers ghosting over Louis' jaw as he thumbed at the older boy's lip.

"Marcy..." 

"Yeah?"

Louis' breath hitched as their faces came together, mere centimetres apart, "can you kiss me?"

The nerdy boy's mouth fell open, "I-i've never..."

Louis smiled as he held the boy's jaw, "then let me be your first."

With that, they were still sitting on the cold ice in the corner of the rink as their lips met for the first time.

And Louis could only describe this feeling as perfect.