Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

February 20th, 2013

"So, do you have your eyes on Sharon Osbourne?"

Harry rolls his eyes and looks at me before turning his head again to focus on driving.

"Totally, Louis. I am in love with Sharon! I want her to ROCK me," Harry says sarcasticlly.

I laugh and he does, too, showing his cute little dimples and million dollar smile. Sometimes, I feel like he is so much younger than me... then he says stuff like that and changes my mind. It's those little things he does that make me feel a lot older than him, though. Like when he curls up next to me on the couch or asks one of us guys to carry him. When we call him the "baby of the band", we aren't kidding. This morning, for example...

*Flashback*

"Wakey, wakey, little angel!" I whispered crawling up next to Harry on his and Zayn's bed and shaking his shoulder lightly.

He groaned and pulled his duvet cover over his head.

"Come on! We're performing at the BRIT awards tonight! Remember?"

"Yeah. Tonight. For now, I sleep," he mumbled in his deep, rasy, morning voice.

I tried pulling his blanket away, but he had such a tight grip on it that it wouldn't move a bit.

"Breakfast is ready!"

"I'm not Niall. That doesn't work on me."

I chuckled. Harry rolled over on his stomach with the cover still over his face. I lay next to him on my back and fiddle with the strings on my pajama pants.

"Aren't you excited about tonight?" I asked softly.

"Yeah. I'm always excited to perform," he whispered peaking his eyes and nose from underneath the covers.

I smiled at him and poked his nose. He wrinkled it up and a childish giggle escaped his mouth. I grinned at him again and moved the blanket from his face so I could see those dimples I've loved since I first met him. And there they were. The caves in his cheeks that are so freaking adorable. It isn't weird for me to call him adorable. I think of him as a little brother. All four of the boys. But, especially Harry. He's the youngest and I'm really protective of him.

"What?" He asked.

I didn't realize I was still staring at him. At those cute little dimples and pinkish, plump, lips.

"Nothing, Haz."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying."

"Yeah, you are. I can tell by the look in your eyes," he said stroking my face playfully.

I shook my head and gently moved his hand off of my face, holding his hand in mine for a few seconds.

"I just like your dimples, that's all," I said smiling.

He chuckled.

"Okay, then. Random."

I poked his dimples and ruffled his curly hair.

"Now get up, Lazy!" I said pinching his cheeks.

"I don't wanna!" He whined pulling the blanket back over his head once more.

"Get up or I'll start singing the ' It's Time to Get Up in the Morning' song!" I said as I grabbed a pillow and wacked him.

"Ow!"

"You're giving me a heart attack!" I sang.

Harry laughed and pulled the covers off of himself. I jumped off the bed and watched as he rubbed his big emerald green eyes. I stood there, meanwhile, surprised he was actually wearing pants instead sleeping naked like he usually does. He sighed and looked up at me with a huge cheeky grin across his face.

"Carry me?" He asked with his arms outstretched.

I chuckled and grabbed his body. I held him bridal style and carried him into the kitchen. Harry wrapped his arms around my neck. His head nuzzled into my neck, his hair tickling me. The rest of the boys were also in there eating bacon, eggs, and pancakes that Liam and I made. We burnt the toast, but Niall ate it anyway. I set Harry down on a kitchen chair and ruffled his hair before sitting down myself.

"Morning, sleepy head!" Niall entergetically said to Harry.

Harry smiled and grabbed a peice of bacon.

"Good morning."

"Who else is excited? I am super excited! It's going to be so much fun!" Liam said talking about the BRIT awards. "I can't wait!"

I finished making my plate and looked at Zayn who was chuckling.

"Oh, Liam. You can never wait," Zayn said as Niall, Harry, and I laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Liam asked.

I didn't get to hear Zayn's reply because my cell phone rang. Harry glanced at the caller ID seeing it was Elenour (my beautiful girlfriend) and gave me a look I couldn't read. I left the room and answered it, but before I did, I looked back and saw Harry. He looked angry about something. Maybe even a little sad. I don't know why, but I wiped it from my memory and continued to talk to Elenour.

*End of Flashback*

"You would rock Sharon Osbourne," I laugh.

He smiles.

"How awkward was it having Taylor Swift at the BRITS?" I ask knowing he would get annoyed or mad.

I know because I know Harry very well.

"I don't want to talk about her," he muttered.

You see?

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"No, I don't. Why?"

"Shut up."

"Rude!"

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"I don't want to talk about her or her music. Or even her cat!"

I gasp dramaticlly, covering my mouth with my hand and looking at Harry like he is crazy.

"Harry Edward Styles doesn't want to talk about cats?"

"No! Just not her cat!"

"Oh, I see... Taylor has a cat?"

"Yeah! It's a really cute kitten named Meredith. You should look up a picture of it-"

"You're talking about her cat."

"Damn it."

I laugh and look out the car window at the wintery London weather.

"I'm glad we get to hang out right now. What are you doing tomorrow?" Harry asks.

"I'm going out with Elenour."

"Again? You hung out with her all this week and last week and at tonight's BRITS after party. When can we have some Louis and Harry time?" Harry says sort of angry.

"We're getting some right now!" I say smiling.

"I'm driving us to our hotel! It isn't the Louis and Harry time I'm talking about," he says angrily.

My smile fades away and I look at him in concern.

"What about Friday?" He asks more calm.

I'm silent.

"Of course. Louis and Elenour time!" He says in an aggravated tone of voice, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry, Harry!" I say bringing out my sass. "Sorry I'm trying to spend as much time with my girlfriend as I can before tour starts up in a few short days!"

I bet that was a mental slap in the face for Harry.

"Whatever," Harry says sounding clearly hurt.

I feel no pity. We pull up to the hotel where security and the fans were already waiting for us. We walk up to them without a word to each other, forcing smiles, careful not to make it obvious something was wrong. We greet our fans, take pictures, sign posters, get gifts, and then finally make it up to the hotel. We go up the elevator avoiding any eye contact. When we're mad at each other, we're MAD at each other. But, it never lasts long. Never.

I go into my hotel room in a hurry where Niall was already sleeping in one of the beds. I stand at my door for a few seconds listening to Harry walking down the hall to his room across from mine, when I hear him whisper four words that make me crack a real, non-forced, smile. Then, I get changed and lie down, staring at the ceiling, letting those four words consume my thoughts. And I let them consume my thoughts until I drift off into a deep, deep, sleep...

"I love you, Boo Bear."