Louis' eyes widened when he walked into Marcel's room the following evening.

"Harry?"

The curly haired boy turned around from staring into the mirror, his hair wasn't gelled and he was wearing the outfit Harry had bought with him - he still had his signature thick rimmed glasses perched on his little nose.

Louis' eyes widened in pure shock, "Marcel!"

The punk boy's mouth fell open as the door slammed behind him.

Marcel smiled nervously as he pat the non-existant wrinkled away from his shirt.

"Hi-hi Louis..." Marcel stuttered nervous for Louis' reaction on his new look.

"Marcel what have you done to yourself?" Louis screeched as his eyes scrunch in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Marcel's face dropped, worried that Louis hated his new look.

Louis walked into the room running his hands through Marcel's lose ungelled curls, "you look like Harry love. Where is Marcel."

Marcel pouted as he sat on his bed, "I am Marcel - I just look better now."

Louis sighed sadly as he stood in-between Marcel's open legs with a soft smile on his features.

"But Marcel you looked beautiful just the way you were before with your little slacks, button ups and plaid vests."

The taller of the two gasped, "I-i look-looked beautiful?"

Louis giggled as he began to push Marcels hair back calmingly, "very. Why are you trying to change who you are love?"

Louis asked softly, he watched a blush flooded Marcel's cheeks.

"It's embarrassing." Marcel mumbled as he looked down where Louis' feet were between his.

"You can tell me anything Marcy."

The younger of the two looked up, "I-I... I really like you Louis.... more than just a friend. I w-wa-wanted to impress you." Marcel spoke so softly Louis could barely hear him, but somehow he could.

The punk boy bit his lip, holding in a smile.

"Then why don't you ask me on a date."

Marcel's eyes widened in pure shock - he expected Louis to laugh In his face. Perhaps feel uncomfortable and leave. Never in his right mind did he expect this reaction.

"Yo-you wa-want me to as-ask you on a da-date?" Marcel stared up at Louis from his position on the bed. His eyes were wide as he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

Louis nodded with a smile forming on his lips.

"Will you um will you go out wi-with me Louis?" 

The small boy smiled, teeth showing as he responded by taking Marcel's hands in his and pressing a chaste kiss to the skin.

"It would be my honour Marcy."

It was then and there that the bespectacled boy could have fainted.

And unsurprisingly, he did exactly that.

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Edward found it hilarious, truly hilarious. As did Harry.

Anne was there as he pat his sons forehead with a cool washcloth.

"Marcy baby - darling can you come through for me."

The boy rolled over, as he sat up woozily.

Opening his eyes, he immediately reached around for his glasses when the world was a blur. Harry passed them to him with a lazy smirk on his face.

"What happened?" Marcel mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

Edward rolled his eyes fondly when their mother left the room a short 'I'm getting him some water' being heard.

"Oh you know you confessed your deepest love to Louis and he didn't reject you, and then you asked him out and he said yes... aha and then he kissed your hands." Edward laughed s he repeated what Louis had told him.

The two older brothers laughed when Marcel groaned, red cheeks proving how embarrassed he was.

"God save me, I hate both of you - you're never going to let this down are you?"

Both boys shook their heads, leading to another groan coming from Marcel.

"Where is Louis now?"

"Talking with his family. They called him crying and pleading for their son back."

Marcel could only frown, he hoped everything went okay.