A/n I love Ziam and Ziall like anyone else but I wanted the story to be at least kind of realistic, so I am sorry but not all the boys will be gay!

Only Larry is in this story :) x
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"Well?" The girl said, glaring up at me. She really was a small person, she barely went up to my shoulders!

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

She grinned, but then her eyes flickered past me.

"Is that your boyfriend?" She asked.

I gasped, and quickly shook my head causing her to laugh. "Really cause he looks like wants to kill me, and he's walking over here,"

Wh-what?

"What the hell are you doing Marcel?!" Louis' voice spoke out.

"What do you want," I said starting to get annoyed with his bipolar mind. One moment he wants everything to do with me, the next moment I mean nothing.

I was just completely done with him!

He licked his lips, glancing from me and the girl finally turning towards me saying "Can we just talk?"

I was surprised, but I shook my head. "No, bye." I said in a final tone. I gave a small nod to the girl who was staring at us wide eyed.

Without glancing back at Louis I made my way down the hall. Suddenly getting the urge to use the restroom, I did. Besides I had already missed half of first hour, and knowing it was simply history class I wasn't too worried about the homework.

When I was done, I quickly went to wash my hands. I didn't look up when the door creaked open or when footsteps sounded throughout the room.

When strong hands grabbed my waist, turning me around so that I was staring at blue eyes.

"Don't." I started saying, but he didn't listen and he pressed his lips against mine. Feeling his soft warm lips against mine made my thoughts harder to concentrate on.

Knowing this was wrong, this shouldn't be happening.

He doesn't care.

I put my hands and pushed against his chest, he quickly grabbed my wrists making my hands go by my side.

•~•

Marcel was no newcomer to the force that Louis had against him. Louis let go of Marcel's hand, letting his own hand fall on Marcel's hip.

"What I was trying to say," Louis said in breathless sighs as he planted kisses along Marcel's neck.

"Before you so rudely," Louis bit down, causing a squeal to emit from Marcel's lips.

"Shut me off," Louis sighed against Marcel's neck.

"I meant what I said, I ha-" Marcel was cut off by Louis pressing his lips against him once more, but there was no roughness in this. They were pressed softly and Marcel was surprised to feel something wet against his check. He opened his eyes and noticed Louis was...

Crying.

"Lou?" Marcel said quietly. Louis blinked, showing his shining blue-grey eyes.

"I do care," Louis said, his voice soft and almost breaking.

Marcel wasn't new to the words, but he didn't know what to say. Here was Louis possibly showing off his vulnerability.

Marcel was at loss for words, what could he possibly say? But then his eyes glared at Louis. "You're lying," Marcel shouted. Louis' eyes widened.

"Can't you just leave me alone?!" Marcel kept shouting.

"I HATE YOU," he screamed. "GO FUCK THOSE WHORES," Louis' eyes widened, he had never seen Marcel like this.

Marcel knew this was his final breaking point.

"I HATE YOU," Marcel kept repeating.

Louis kept staring at him in shock. "Stay the fuck out of my life," Marcel finally said, his voice cold.

"Don't ever touch me ever again, don't ever even acknowledge me ever again, just don't."

"Babe,"

The movement was so fast Louis didn't see it, but he felt the sting on his cheek, the same place where he was slapped just 24 hours ago.

Next thing he knew he was staring dizzily at the blue linoleum bathroom floor.

He felt numb, as he remembered a familiar moment like that, years ago except he was the one that said those words.

He had said those exact words to his ex boyfriend because he too was broken.

Louis was no better than the person who had broken him.

Now he had broken Marcel.

And Louis finally understood.

"I'm sorry," Louis' voice said in the end as he got up, Giving one last look to the shattered boy that was staring at the floor refusing to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Louis repeated, and he left.

Because that was the best decision right?

He didn't care about the little game he had thought of.

He didn't care about anything.

He just walked away.

•~•

"I hate you because I love you," a broken voice whispered out, but the person to whom those words were for, was already long gone. Running through a maze of halls.

•~•

•Marcel•

He just left.

He didn't care.

What else is new?

I couldn't breathe,

He wasn't coming back.

Did I care?

No.

Yes.

No

Yes.

I shouldn't. But I do.

I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door creak open.

"Hey," the quiet voice from earlier spoke up.

I saw the girl from earlier, and she was looking at me, anxiously.

"I saw the other guy leave and you never came out..." She said. I didn't answer.

"You okay?" She asked tentatively.

I still didn't answer her.

She placed her small hand on my shoulder, "Not to be rude but we are in the boys restroom and I don't want to get expelled on my first day here." she said, in a joking manner.

She was trying to make me laugh.

Trying.

I brought my hands to my face, feeling them come wet at the mere touch. I wiped my eyes. Softly managing a smile.

"You ever been heartbroken?" I said quietly.

Her brown eyes became sad, until she gave a small smile.

"Who hasn't?" she said, she reached for my hand and tugged and we were walking out of the bathroom.

Just in time as the bell for second hour started ringing.

"You look better like that," she commented.

"Like what?" I murmured.

"Your hair," she said.

"Oh." I said realizing the curls had come undone in the little episode.

"There's your friend," she said softly. My eyes quickly darted around until I finally spotted him. He was by his locker, surrounded by his friends, Zayn by his side as always.

"He's not a friend," I told her swiftly.

She bit her lip.

"What's your name?" I asked her changing the subject.

"Candy," she replied. "I hate it,"

I gave her a grin, "I'm Marcel, I hate my name too."

"You don't look like a Marcel," she said.

I smiled, as we walked to my locker. We quietly exchanged schedules, and said we would meet up for lunch.

We soon departed ways and I walked to my next class.

"Marcel?" A warm voice said.

"Liam," I said in greeting. He stared at me, brown eyes soft with weariness.

"Help me on my homework?" I said.

He looked shocked but smiled, and we started talking about the class and all that I have missed.

I am a strong person.

He doesn't need me

I don't need him.

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