better than that [larry stylinson] ✔️

" super, duper sad here "

"What? No, that's impossible. Abducted by who?" Louis questioned incredulously, then looked away from the computer screen so that he didn't have to focus on the results. "Why would anyone be that cruel? How could anyone?"

"There are a lot of fucked up people in this world, Louis. It says that you went missing, but they never found out who did it. The case had been open for two years until your par--" Harry had been reading on, but stopped abruptly when he read the line about Louis' parents; 'they were so depressed about the loss of their son, they committed suicide the day the case was closed'. "Never mind."

Louis began to bite his nails, his cheeks blazed with red as he slowly took in everything Harry was saying. "So...someone really kidnapped me? That's how I died? By some sick person? Some sick fucking bastard?"

Surprised by the angel's profanity, Harry placed his hand on Louis' thigh and squeezed to show comfort—something he wasn't used to giving—and he watched as tears formed in Louis' blue eyes like disturbed rivers. "Louis, I'm sorry. I-I don't know what else to say. Could you look at this photo and tell me what you remember?"

It was a Google image of Louis standing on top of the porch with a big goofy smile on his face; his hands held behind his back as he puffed his chest out. He was wearing tight black jeans and a loose fitted white shirt, and the caption read: last time he had been seen. It made Harry ache for the angel, though he would not admit it, no matter how sympathetic he's supposed to be.

Louis looked at the picture, but not before furiously rubbing his eyes to rid of the tears, then did as he was told.

"One more picture of you, then I'm going back into the car. Don't you want me to get the fruit snacks you wanted from the supermarket?" Jay asked softly; she raised her camera up to focus on Louis, who was standing on the porch with his hands on his hips.

"Yes! I just have to make sure this is the perfect pose, mom." Louis exclaimed, then smiled when he saw the camera flash. "It's for my student council president campaign."

Jay handed the camera over to him and nodded before she pulled out her car keys. "And I'm sure that you'll win, darling. Remember that you need to have your room cleaned before your father gets home."

"Okay, mom."

He waved his mother goodbye and watched her pull out of the driveway in her car to sit down on the porch, his bottom lip poked out as he thought about what he could possibly do until she got back. Ever since he broke his cellphone last week from dropping it on the sidewalk, he's been using his family for entertainment.

Now, no one was home. Great.

He was about to go inside and watch a bit of TV when a car slowly pulled up in front of his house. It looked expensive, the way it gleamed under the sun as if it had just been painted over, like it was brand new. It made Louis' eyes widen with curiosity.

The window of the vehicle slid down until a pair of sunglasses could only be seen, and Louis thought about kindly asking them if there was anything he needed, but the stranger spoke first. "Excuse my staring. It's just that you looked like this famous model from afar. Your features resemble one."

Louis blushed and tilted his head to the side. "Oh, thank you. Unfortunately, I am not a famous model."

"Would you like to be one?"

"Louis...? Louis, what is it?" Harry asked, which broke Louis out of his trance. "You're all red."

"I want to go back to your home, please." Louis said quietly, his eyes completely blank and unreadable as he stood up from his chair, though he nearly stumbled to the ground if Harry hadn't grabbed him by the arm to pull him up. "Thank you."

Niceness, Harry thought. "Tell me what you saw when you looked at that picture. If I know, then I'll be able to h–hel—" Harry cleared his throat and closed his eyes in order to pull himself together. "Help you."

"There was a man. I didn't quite see his face, but there was something off about him. I was too blinded by his compliments—he told me that I was pretty enough to be a model. After that, he asked me if I wanted to be one."

The thought of it made Harry cringe, and he too began to wonder why the people of this world were so cruel, but he didn't want to continue the sympathetic act for too long. Otherwise, he'd turn into a soft sap, consequently, allowing people to take his generosity for granted, which was something he did not want.

"We'll figure out who did it, Louis. Let's get home now, okay?"

The bus ride and walk back home was quieter than Harry wished it could be. He wanted Louis to get excited over the small things they saw, but the angel was almost mute ever since the incident in the library. Harry would look over at him as they walked down the street to his house, but then would try to convince himself that he didn't care anymore just to look away.

Harry was about to turn to his side to speak to Louis, but he closed his mouth when he saw his father sitting on the front porch—sleeping. He had a bottle of alcohol clutched in his hand, his mouth wide open so that loud snores erupted, and skin so sweaty that his hair stuck against it. The man was the true definition of a mess.

"I'm going to go through the back. I don't want to wake him up. Feel free to walk through any part of the house to get inside." Harry said with a lighthearted smile, but coughed and frowned to play it off when Louis only ignored him and continued to walk to the front door.

Harry watched in shock as Louis walked through his sleep induced father, and it wasn't because of that reason, but because a single tear fell down his father's face when Louis did so.

NOTE: wtf guess who updated ???? me !!!! how are you?? sorry for leaving off on a cliffhanger dun dundundun but im sure that SOME of you are guessing correctly as to how louis died ! hAhaha smart lil babies