Guardian Dressed In White // l.s. [Slow Updates]

Angel of Agony

In the arms of an angel / Fly away from here / From this dark cold hotel room / And the endlessness that you fear / You are pulled from the wreckage / Of your silent reverie / You're in the arms of the angel / May you find some comfort there.

SARAH MCLACHLAN, "Angel"

"Lou! Get your big arse out of bed before breakfast gets cold!" are the first words Louis hears as he jolts awake from his restless slumber. His mind whirring jumbled thoughts and pinching worries.

He hasn't had much sleep in the last two years since his arrival to earth. Most days consisting of protecting his child from all the dangers he deliberately puts himself through.

Lazily glancing to his left Louis notes the time. 12 p.m, meaning he's slept in.

Last night Louis went on a wild - goose chase. Hopping from bar to bar. House to house. In search of a certain fake blond.

Later finding his target in their bathroom. Lying unconscious. An elastic band tightly enclosed around his forearm and a needle innocently lying at his finger tips.

'That was quite a nerve racking day', Louis has to admit. Tugging a pair of grey, Nike sweatpants up his curvaceous legs and then slipping on his lucky, purple, fuzzy socks. Louis departs from his small bedroom.

Drowsily trudging down the stairwell and into the dinning room, where he plops down onto the kitchen stool.

"Good morning, NiNi." he mutters wearily. Yawning with closed eyes.

"Mornin, Loubear!" Niall chirps. Looking much better than he did the previous night.

Louis has been living with the Irish lad for about a year and a half now and he's still not even close to making any progress with him.

Niall repeatedly tells lies to mislead Louis about his whereabouts. Claiming the ever famous lines, "I went on a walk around town." or "I was at a friends place, Lou."

Nattering all these fibs when in actuality, he was out buying and/ or using drugs and alcohol.

He has often lied about where the hundreds or thousands of dollars went, that Louis has had hidden under his bedrooms floor boards.
Literally months, weeks— days after Louis has willingly handed Niall half of the money that he, himself, worked his fingers to the bone to acquire.

Louis has an epiphany he deducted over 7 months ago that the more Niall feels he needs drugs, the more likely he is to feel the need to lie.

Louis dislikes when Niall lies to him. But he doesn't speak anything of it. Especially when he knows that Lou is conscious of the truth but still chooses to deceit.

The heaven sent Angel often questions to himself, 'What do I do wrong to not have his trust?' or the occasional, 'Why can't he just tell the truth to my face... to me.'