Escape

Marcel's Baby, Louis' Home Life, and People From The Past

Marcel's POV

I was trying to calm myself down when Louis walked up to me, he looked like a mess. The colour was drowned from his face and his eyes were filled with worry.

I got worried immediately and asked, "Louis, you okay? What's wrong?" I noticed he was shaking so I grabbed a hold of his arms to steady him.

"I-I'm okay. There's an emergency at my house and I-I need to go." He said very quickly, a little out of breath. I tightened my grip when he started shaking more.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. I'll clean up here. You go." I said and he nodded, calming down a little bit, but worry still etched in his eyes. I let go of his arms and he turned to the door and was about to open it when he turned back. He stepped towards me and grabbed my hand. I could feel he was still shaking but his warmth surprised me since I always kept my flat cold.

He dug his hand in his pocket and rummaged through it. Then he took out a pen and started writing on my palm. "I had fun today. If you want to ditch school again, call me." He gave me a small smile then left.

I heard the door slam close, but I was too focused on my hand, that now had Louis' phone number. My hand was still warm from Louis' tight grip on it but was slowly fading into coldness that surrounded my flat. I took a step back and stepped on something. I looked away from my hand and took a look at what I stepped on. It was the crumpled bag that Louis had dropped when we bumped into each other. I smiled as I picked it up. I could feel the grease oozing out of it. I turned around and threw it away. I walked over to a closet and pulled out a broom. I started sweeping but I couldn't focus on anything.

The only thing I could focus on was Louis.

I was so close to him, I could see specks of green and gold surrounding his irises. I could see the fire, passion, and amusement that filled his eyes. For a moment they were their normal ocean blue eyes but then turned a deep sapphire shade, darkened with lust.

But it's not possible. He wouldn't go for someone like me. I'm not attractive, I'm not that smart, I'm way to observant, I'm awkward. I don't talk much and when I do, it just comes out slow and stuttered. I'm not funny, (even if I try to sometimes), I don't go out and when I do I just ruin it. I can't do anything and the only good thing I can do is illegal.

Well, that's what Alex said, and convinced me about. I found out he was only using me, but the words were burned to my memory.

Louis wouldn't go for me. He's very attractive, athletic, funny, sassy (in a good way) and kind. No matter what everyone told me that first day of school, the Louis I spend the day with is the real Louis.

Before Louis left he had given me a small smile. It was a genuine smile but I could see the concern and sadness in his eyes–that had turned greyish blue–but I could also see tiredness. Almost like he's been through it before- whatever it was. His eyebrows were furrowed, almost like he was trying to stop himself from crying.

I thought I saw–

"Marcel! You won't believe what I saw outside! There's a sick car! Wait! You weren't in English or Gym. Where were you?! You left me alone! How could you?! Now that I think about it, drinking that Redbull was a bad idea. I'm really hyper!" Niall came in, ranting, using the key I gave him, disturbing my thoughts.

I chuckled. "I'm sorry I left you alone. I ditched with– wait. You said there was a car outside?"

He nodded. "Yeah! There's a sick car outside! What's the–"

I cut him off and grabbed his shoulders, dropping the broom. "Niall. What kind of car was it?"

"Umm, a black Range Rover," Niall said with a hint of confusion but didn't say it in a form of a question.