My Best Friend's Brother - Loucel

Louis Tomlinson has four best friends. Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik and Liam Payne. The five of them have been inseparable since they were 9 years old. Now they are 17 and in their second year of college. 4 of the 5 are happily out as gay. Harry is with Niall, Zayn is still looking for a boyfriend, Liam has a girlfriend and Louis... Well Louis is crushing on his best friend's brother.

Marcel Styles was unusual as some would say. He was socially awkward, didn't pick up on cues, and highly intelligent. Marcel was the straight A's kind of boy. He dressed in a way that made him stand out; sweater vests, tight pants and always wore button down shirts. But no matter how odd he was on the outside, Marcel had a heart of gold.


1. Chap. 1


《 Story will be in Louis' point of view unless stated otherwise. Thank you all for reading x 》


"Harry for God's sake can you hurry up for once in your slow-ass life?" I called to my best mate, Harry Styles. He gave me a roll of his eyes and pushed his curls out of his face. "Jerk off Louis. I need to eat." He sat down at the kitchen table and hungrily wolfed down his breakfast.

A thick Irish accent filled the room and I turned to see Niall striding in. "My Nan moves faster than you, Harry." Harry waved his hand in dismissal and slurped his tea to annoy me. I hated the sound of slurping. I rolled my eyes and turned to grab my keys, "If your aren't ready in ten minutes I am leaving." I declared.

Harry dumped his dirty dishes in the sink, "Keep your trousers on Lou, jeez. Marcel! Hurry up we're gonna be late!" I scoffed, "Oh look who's talking." Harry got me in headlock and messed with my hair until I squealed for him to let me go. I shoved him playfully and we both chuckled softly. His little brother, Marcel, came bounding down the stairs with his bag flopping against his shoulder. He straightened his glasses and looked at me. "Hi Louis Tomlinson." He said with a twinge of anxiety in his voice. I didn't know why he always addressed me by first and surname but it was kind of cute. "Hey Marcel." I said smiling.

"Marce, is everything in your bag? Check before you say yes because I'm going to Niall's and if you forget your keys mum isn't coming back from work just to open the door for you." Harry said sternly. Marcel shrugged, "I didn't forget, everything is in my bag." Harry sighed, "Better be for your sake or mum's gonna hit the fan."

"Oi let's get a move on before we're late." I said, interrupting the brothers' squabbling. We went out and piled into my car, Niall riding shotgun, Marcel and Harry in the backseat. I got out my mixtape and popped it in, a Queen song playing. "Shit sakes Louis, can you ever play anything else?" Niall asks. I cock an eye brow and glance at him, "Remember what we talked about. Driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cake-hole."

I heard Marcel giggle softly to himself at the back. Niall turned around, "Marce can you ride shotgun? I wanna sit beside Harry." Harry gave Niall a warning glance. Marcel had a fear of riding shotgun because he was afraid of getting into a crash and the airbag breaking his neck. Marcel over thought a lot of things, he's been doing it since he was a child Harry had said to me.

Marcel shook his leg a little. It was something he did when he was nervous. Harry rested his hand on Marcel's leg, "Bub relax. You're fine." I looked into my rearview mirror and saw Marcel chewing his lip in a nervous way. He looked adorable...

To be truthful, I had been crushing on Marcel for a long time. But I've always been afraid because Harry's my best mate and Marcel's his baby brother. It was hell falling for my best friend's bother.

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