Loving Him

arcel has to pick from two guys,
flowerchild or punk.
He wants him. He loves him.
It's all about him, no matter who he's with. that's what the stories about...

Loving Him..
[CAUTION: Mature; PG 13]

©2013 HaileyroseStylinson


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Marcel POV:

        Lewis and I sat on the love seat while Liam, Harry, and Louis sat on the couch. "So how did you meet?" I turned to Liam answering his question, "On the plane when I left months ago." I turned to Lewis politely and quietly saying, "Tell the story please? i'm going to the restroom." with that I went towards the bathroom.

Louis POV:

        Marcel went to the bathroom leaving Lewis to tell their little fucking love story. I can't believe he loves someone else. He wants someone else. He cares about someone else. He has someone else. Yet I still fucking love him!
          Lewis broke me out of my thoughts by talking. "Um, well I was sitting in an aisle seat and Marcy tapped me on the shoulder, wanting to get to the window seat, and when I turned around all I saw was a really cute guy who called me 'Louis'," he stopped talking for a second looking at me, "When he found out I wasn't Louis we talked, and he introduced himself saying the cheekiest thing ever-" "You can call me Marcy since your sopretty." Marcel cut Lewis off jumping over the loveseat kissing Lewis on the lips. 

        I turned away not having the strength to watch the love of my life kiss another.  I turned around hearing Lewis asking me a question. "So your the famous 'Louis' that Marcy has talked so much about? Oh and your lover Harry? I can't forget Liam, the nicest person I could meet?" I narrow my eyes at Lewis in anger, "We're not fucking 'lovers' you dumb bitch!" I instantly regret having said that as Marcel stands up walking to the door with an upset and crying boyfriend by his side. "
        When you learn how to fucking treat guests we'll be back! He already had to be call names and get yelled at by his ex, he doesn't need more people yelling at him also!" With that the door slammed, "That was... um-bye!" Liam was out the door also.

         Harry grabbed my arm saying, "Louis  your cranky and tired. Plus that was very rude to do to Lewis, and from the sound of it he has been abused Louis! So tomorrow you'll say sorry, now off to bed!" Groaning I reply with, "But it's only 3pm!-" of course he cuts me off, "7 pm, The airport isn't close to this house smart arse." 

        With that I head off to the guest bedroom and Harry to his.

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