•Candy• (While Louis & Marcel fluff it up)

I ran out of there because I didn't want Marcel to see me crying, he was finally happy and I didn't want to ruin that.

I wiped my tears as they fell down leaving behind trails on my lightly tanned cheeks.

"Candy!" I heard a familiar voice shout. No, he couldn't see me crying, no one could see me crying what could I possibly say I was crying about?

That one of the two guys I really liked (yeah I lied about getting over Marcel but like I stated, today was his day not mine) was happily recovering a relationship with the one he loved? That the other one blankly refused to have anything to do with me?

"Candy!" And then a warm hand gripped my arm stopping me. My other hand went up to wipe the few remaining tears that were falling.

"What?" I demanded my voice shaking.

"Why didn't you just tell him?" He said his voice soft, almost like he was talking to a child.

"Tell who?" I said almost angrily. "Zayn? Oh yes and see how great that went, Marcel? No! I am not going to ruin his happiness besides it's completely not worth it, I'm just so pathetic how could I possibly think I had a chance with either?" I stated and my foot shot out kicking something that wasn't there.

"Zayn's a downright dick," he mumbled, my eyes went wide an I slapped him across the face, he looked completely shocked as his hand went up to rub at the dark red spot that was beginning to form.

"No he's not! I'm just stupid is all, I have to go," I mumbled and yanked my hand away.

I turned around and walked away, angry at my action and feeling completely stupid as ever.

The same warm hand reached out and grabbed my hand pulling me back. "He-" I started to protest but then warm lips pressed themselves against mine.

"You're not stupid, you're not crazy or pathetic you're not anything even remotely horrible so don't ever say that, if Zayn can't see that, then his loss but please don't be sad," he said his voice quiet, his forehead against mine.

"I-I can't," I said breaking away from his warm grip once again, not stopping the tears from falling.

"I'm sorry," and then I ran away back to my house and my sad solitude.

•~•

•Marcel•

"What do you want to do now?" Louis asked me, as he put his plate and mine away.

"Can we just talk is all?" I asked repeating the same answer as earlier. "Up in my room?" I said after a second. He grinned and nodded, he took my hand and we walked back upstairs. I glanced at the clock on the way up, it was half past 7. Yet, it was pretty light outside!

We walked inside and I calmly went and sat on the bed.

Louis strolled around the room and he walked towards the closet, he opened it up and crooked an eyebrow at all the sweaters, vests and t shirts that were in there, along with some simple dark blue jeans. Something caught his eye and he reached inside to grab it. He pulled out my guitar.

"You play?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I used to, my dad used-" I almost said, "No, I just don't have the time I always study," I quickly said instead.

The action didn't go unnoticed by him. He walked over towards me, the guitar in his hands.

"I play too, though I'm more handy on the piano, and even the triangle," he said with a grin, I couldn't help but laugh at his last remark.

I didn't want to say anything afraid I would let too much slip, I couldn't tell Louis about my father, not yet at least.

He pulled the guitar against him, it was acoustic and I haven't seen it in 4 years but I assumed it was tuned good since Louis only spent a couple seconds trying to tune it.

His inked arms went to the front of the guitar, one hand on the strings as he strummed it one by one and the sound went softly across the room.

"I dedicate this song to the beautiful boy with the glasses," he said and then he started playing.

"I'm not a perfect person, there's many things I wished I didn't do, but I continue learning.

I never meant to do those things to you, and so I have to say before I go.

That I just want you to know, I found a reason for me. To change who I used to be, a reason to start over new.

And the reason is you.

I'm sorry that I hurt you, it's something I must live with everyday.

And all the pain I put you through, I wish that I could take it all away. And be the one who catches all your tears.

That's why I need you to hear, I found a reason for me to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new.

And the reason is you.

And the reason is you.

And the reason is you.

And the reason is you.

I'm not a perfect person, I never meant to do the things to you. And so I have to say before I go, that I just want you to know.

I found a reason for me, to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new.

And the reason is you.

I found a reason to show, a side of me you didn't know. A reason for all that I do, and the reason is you."

He strummed the last few notes, and he looked up at me his eyes bright with love and adoration.

My heart swelled when I looked at him, he placed the guitar to the side. His tattooed arms reached out for me and I went willingly against his side, cuddling against him. Not hiding the soft tears falling my eyes at the meaning in the lyrics that his voice held that sounded so true.

"I'm going to do this for us," he said softly, stroking my curls in his soft hands. I looked up at him an kissed his cheek.

"I love you darling," he said and he placed a kiss against my forehead. I cuddled closer against his chest, and we just sat there, I heard the rhythmic heartbeat in his chest and his arms wrapped around me holding me strongly against him. It was a blissful moment and I never wanted to leave it.

"Louis," I said after I second.

"Yes love?" He asked calmly.

"I love you," I said slightly sleepy.

I felt his heart race pick up, and I couldn't help but smile.

"I love you too," he said and he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

I felt a light sensation of falling and then I felt the soft bed below me, as the side of it dipped warm arms encased me once again.

I fell asleep in the most beautifulest boys' arms ever.

•~•

"Marcel baby I'm home!" I heard my mother shout from somewhere in my sleep, I blinked and sighed stretching my arms as I woke up.

"Oh!" I heard a gasp come from my bedroom door and I found my mom standing there, her eyes wide with shock, I blushed and quickly scrambled.

"Hi, mum," I said, and there was a slight snore coming from beside me. Then Louis jolted awake. Glancing at the clock I saw it was half past midnight.

"Babe wh-," Louis' eyes widened when he saw my mother standing in the doorway. He scrambled up as well.

"Mum...this is Louis," I found myself saying, my voice low and deeper then usual as I had just woken up, I saw Louis slightly tense up.

My moms green eyes furrowed in confusion and then they narrowed.

"Louis?" She said her voice slightly angry, making my eyes widen in surprise.

She walked over closer to us and I saw Louis wrap up a pillow in front of him, he was still tense.

"You, get out now!" My mom shouted, Louis gaped at me, but didn't move.

"Mum!" I said surprise in my voice.

"Baby, this is the boy who's been hurting you all these months isn't it?" She asked her eye not leaving Louis, a tense glare in them.

"How did," I started to say. She shook her head.

"A mother knows darling," she said quietly still glaring at Louis.

"Out, don't ever come near my baby ever again! All you've ever done is hurt him!" She began to say. Louis' lower lip trembled.

"Mum!" I said.

"Baby, he made you cry, all those nights..." She said her voice breaking.

I gasped, she's heard me? I thought she always left...though I rarely left my room to check, seeing as I was always locked in there.

Louis looked at me. "Marcel, you cried yourself to sleep?" He asked his voice breaking.

"N-no," I said in a rushed tone. My mother gave me a disapproving look.

"Almost every night for two months he cried himself to sleep, he always mumbled a name it being 'Louis' in his sleep, or called out that name in-between his cries, and I come to find you're the boy who's been hurting my baby well this isn't going to happen anymore, get out!" She demanded, Louis got up to go, but I reached out and stopped him.

"No, stay, mum please, we are working things out," I told her refusing to meet Louis' eyes. Her eyes softened at my voice.

"Darling are you sure? What if he-" she started saying. I frantically shook my head.

"He won't, he promised," I told her softly. She shook her head and her cold eyes went back to Louis.

"Don't hurt him, or I will hurt you," she said her voice cold.

"So I've been told," Louis said his voice quiet.

"I hope you're making a good decision, I love you baby, night," my mom said and she kissed my cheek and walked away. Closing the door behind us.

"You called out for me?" Louis said turning towards me, his voice quiet and sad.

"Yes," I mumbled. "I felt alone and sad, and I always did but you never came,"

Louis was quiet, and I looked away shamefully. His muscled inked arms reached out and hugged me. "Well, I'm here now, and I don't plan on leaving."

I leaned in to his touch, and we fell back and landed with a soft thud that I couldn't help but giggle.

"I know," I told him. He kissed my cheek, his arms not leaving their places around me, and he quietly hummed, pulling me closer against him.

I closed my eyes hearing him humming and I melted into his touch, sleeping after just a few moments.

•~•~•

Louis left Sunday night saying he had something important to do. I was restless while he was gone, we had spent all day just talking to each other. I had come to find out that all of his tattooed represented something important in his life.

The sparrow he had shamelessly told me had been because of me, I had blushed an told him he didn't have to do that. That it would last forever and he would never be able to take it away an he should save tattoos for something meaningful. He had given me a reproachful look and kissed me and said.

"You are the most meaningful person in my life,"

I had also found out he hates cereal and either has hot breakfast or no breakfast at all. He's also semi messy, he cleans just not that much, and he can't cook.

That I found out the hardest on Sunday morning when he tried to make breakfast but almost ended up catching the kitchen on fire. He really isn't getting on my mothers good side but she's understood what he means to me so she's not butting in.

We only had less then two days together but I already felt like I had known him for quite some time. Though, technically I have known him for 7 months but still.

I know he was keeping things from me, but I was keeping things from him too. We both decided we would share the things with him in due time.

He kisses me and tells me sweet nothing's all the time but he never goes far from that, always stopping himself in due time. The closest we have come is only an intense make out session.

Yet I was still restless that Sunday night because 1.) I had school Tomorrow and 2.) Louis refused to tell me where it was that he was going to.

All I noticed was Zayn picking him. So that Sunday night I fell into a slightly restless sleep which only calmed down when I realised I would see Louis the next day.

Until I realised I would see him at school with other people, I know Louis cared about me. But did he care more about his reputation? We hand really talked about anyone or anything else the past weekend seeing as we had been lost in our own little world.

Would he treat me differently?

And the restlessness came back.

•~•

•Candy•

I haven't seen Marcel all weekend, which could be good or bad. Good being things are going good with Louis, bad being they fought and Marcel has locked himself in his house again.

I wasn't too worried about Marcel being I had my own problems to deal with, but I did hope things were going good with my curly haired friend. I walked through the doors to see him standing by his locker. His curls slicked to the side and the same old brown vest on him.

"Hi!" I said cheerily walking towards him, he smiled and said hi back shyly but he kept glancing around.

"Where's Louis?" I asked instantly knowing who he was looking for.

"I don't know," he said his voice sounding pained.

"Hey Marcel," a chipper Irish voice said, and I slightly tensed up but tried my best to cover it up.

"Hi Candy," the voice said shyly. I looked away, but gave a small nod of acknowledgement.

"Niall have you-" Marcel started saying but then he froze and all the blood drained from his face as he stared at the front doors.

"What?" I said, looking in the same direction expecting to find Louis making out with some slut.

But what I saw made me gasp too.

Louis and Zayn were standing in the front of the steps, their eyes cold and dark. Which wasn't surprising because In all honestly who would come to school all joyous? No what caught my attention was the big black and blue bruise alongside Zayn's perfectly sculpted face, the cut on his upper lip, and the white bandage around his hand.

Louis had a cut alongside his cheek, and his lower jaw looked bruised, and there was a cut alongside his lower lip that looked like it had been stitched up.

"What happened?" I said, and they walked towards us. I braced myself for what was to come.

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#Ciall or #Zandy? (I mean why not? This will remain Lourcel<3 oriented though, so I mean it will just be a mini love story to the side)

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Song of the chapter is called The Reason I forgot by who.

But I did this Update because yesterday! On May 2, 2014 me & @love2beunique met...A HARRY STYLES LOOK ALIKE! The curls, the eyes, the smile it was just It was crazy! We called him Harry until we found out his real name! We asked him for a picture but he said no :( that he didn't have time so I went and cried in a corner, jk! But yeah it was crazy fun! You're welcome for a double update in less then a week. Until next time .xx

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