Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

I'm sorry about the the one before this it's was a mistake
But if you read more head it's goes on on what happen
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February 21st, 2013
Alternate Universe

Green eyes and dimples. That's what I see when I open my eyes.

"Are you okay, sir?" He asks leaning over me.

I gasp and open my eyes wider. So it wasn't a dream? I really am in an... alternate universe? Good God. Never thought I'd say that.

"Sir?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Stop calling me sir," I reply rubbing my head and sitting up, noticing he put a pillow under my head.

"But, you said to call you sir."

"The 'old me'."

"Old you?"

"Yes. Remember? I'm from another world. I'm not the guy from before."

"Oh, yeah."

He smiles really big and sits next to me on the carpeted floor. His smile bringing his face in the "other world" to my mind.

His chubby fingers run through the thread of the carpet and his eyes meet mine. I admire how beautiful this child before me is. His chunky cheeks. Short fluffy hair. Big green eyes. And those dimples I'm oh so obsessed with.

"Is 'this you' nicer than 'old you'?" Harry asks frowning.

Sadness fills his eyes making sadness fills the pit of my stomach.

"Why?" I ask turning toward him.

"The 'old you' never played with me. He was always in his office working. When I asked him to play, he wouldn't pay any attention. And he would never tuck me in at night or go to Open House or Parent/Teacher Nights. Or the park. Or anywhere fun. Or anywhere at all. All the other kids talk about all of the fun they have with their daddies... but I never do."

His eyes begin to tear up. His head turns to the floor and he wipes them away violently.

And I thought about leaving? Where would I go anyway? I'm in an alternate universe. (That sounds weird. Like a sci-fi movie.) I can't leave. Especially now. I can't abandon him. He need me. He needs somebody. Some sort of guardian. If I'm stuck in this world, I mine as well stay with him. Care for him. Love him.

"Harry... I will change all of that."

I take his smaller, soft hand in mine and give it a gentle squeeze.

"I'll be your new daddy, little angel."

His face lights up and a huge smile stretches ear to ear.

"Promise?" He whispers.

I grin. The 'older, other world Harry' whispered even if no one was around.

"Yes. I promise. And I never break a promise," I whisper back.

"Can I give you a hug?"

"You don't have to ask."

He leaps foward and latches his arms around my neck. I slowly put my arms around him and pull him close. His body is so fragile and tiny in my arms, unlike the 'older, other world Harry' who was taller and stronger than me. But, when we did have a friendly cuddle, it would always be comfortable. Like in this moment.

"He never hugged me," he whispers in my ear, still hugging me.

"I always will," I promise.

"Really?" He says letting go of me and looking at me with bright eyes.

I nod.

"I love hugs and cuddles. Especially from..."

Maybe I shouldn't tell him about the 'older, other world' him. It might scare him.

"From who?" He asks impatiently.

I grin at him.

I never paid any attention to how cute Harry was as a child in pictures. His eyes big and round, looking so happy to have me. His cheeks slightly pink. Now, I am a lot older than him. Now, I feel like I need to protect and care for him even more than I did in the world I used to be on. I'm his new parent... and I have a feeling it will be a big challenge. Mostly because I've never been a parent. Only an older brother to my four sisters and four brothers from other mothers (One Direction). But, I never had full responsibility.

"I'd love hugs and cuddles... from you," I say honestly.

His smile gets even bigger and he hugs me again. I surround him in my arms and hold him tight.

"Mr. Tomlinson?"

I chuckle.

"You don't have to call me that anymore," I say with a smile.

He looks up at me, confused and releases from the hug.

"What should I call you?"

"I guess, Louis."

"Louis?" He asks tilting his head, looking at me.

"Yeah."

"Okay, it fits you!"

I laugh.

"Cool. Now, what did you need?"

"Oh, yeah! I have to do to school today," he says.

Oh God.

"Oh, okay. Should we get you ready?" I ask not knowing what to do.

"I'm already ready, silly! You need to get ready for work!"

I look at him and sure enough he is in velco strapped, white, tennis shoes, a white t-shirt, and a blue jacket. Really? Did the 'old me' not have any fashion sense for this child or know how to design a room? Wait, work? At city hall? I don't think so!

"Ugh. Do I have to go?" I whine like a child.

Harry giggles, reminding me of the "older Harry".

"Yeah! I have to go to school. So, you have to go to work to suffer like me!"

I laugh hysterically.

"School can't be that bad."

"It stinks. And, there are yucky girls there! They have cooties!"

Are we sure this is Harry? Although, this is an alternate universe. (That still sounds creepy. Alternate Universe...)

"You won't think that for long, buddy."

I stand up and he does, too.

"What time do you have to be at school?"

"I have to be at the bus by 7: 30."

I look at the clock that reads 7:00.

"Oh goodness! Where is your bus stop?"

"One block away."

"Good. We can make it."

"We?" He asks.

I look at him.

"What? Didn't the "old me" walk you?"

He shakes his head.

"You walk alone? You're only- how old?"

"Six-"

I was right.

"-and I don't walk alone. Our neighbor walks me."

"Why didn't I?"

"You were at work."

"I'm supposed to be at work right now?"

He nods.

"Oh well!" I exclaim. "I'm walking you today! Screw work! I'll be late today."

Wait. Am I supposed to say "screw" around him? I did around my sisters, but they're different. Harry is like... my son... I guess. Never thought I'd say that...

"I'll call our neighbor to let him know!" Harry says.

"Alright. I'll be getting ready upstairs... if you need me."

He smiles at me as he dials a number on the home phone. Suddenly, as I turn to go upstairs, he runs at me and hugs my waist, his head against my lower stomach. He is the cutest damn thing on earth. Then, he lets go of me and sits on the couch with the phone to his ear as if nothing happened. That was incredibly adorable and random. I grin to myself and turn to go and get dressed, only to learn the "old me's" fashion sense for myself isn't any better than the rooms or his adoptive son's clothing. In my closet are suits. Suits. And look! Suits.

No TOMS or stripes. Suspenders. Blue jeans. Blue jean jackets. Red trousers. Just suits that aren't even cool. I sound like a girl and I'm being really sassy, but I'm only being honest. Truth hurts. And the truth is, the "old me's" fashion sense sucks.

I'd rather just go in pajamas. I search in my closet more until I find a white t-shirt. I have a lot of clothes here. All, which, I hate. I desperatly need to shop for different clothes. For me and Harry. I guess after school and work we will go. I hate that word. Work. I never think of One Direction as work.

I mean, it can be hard to the point where I'm sweating and have a headache. But, I have so much fun performing with my best mates on stage, that I forget it's a job and that I'm getting paid for doing it. I strip down and put on a clean pair of boxers I found from the dresser by the door and the white t-shirt. I seriously don't have any red pants or jeans? Really? What is wrong with "old me"? I take dress pants off of a hanger and put them on. I find a fancy coat and dress shoes and slip them on, too. I look in the mirror in the bathroom and quickly fix my hair and brush my teeth.

"Louis!" Harry yells from downstairs.

"Yeah?" I yell back, walking to the top of the staircase.

Harry is at the bottom with his coat in hand.

"I can't get my coat on!" He says.

I run down the stairs in a hurry.

"We've gotta rush or you're going to miss the bus," I say grabbing the coat and helping him into it one arm at a time.

I zip it for him and pick him up.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Picking you up. What does it look like I'm doing?" I ask with a smile as we leave the house.

"Oh. Only our neighbor picks me up. Our neighbor is also my babysitter for when you're at work. The 'old you' never picked me up, though."

I smile as I walk down the driveway with him in my arms.

"Wait! You have to lock the door! Your keys are on the kitchen table."

"Oh, okay."

I set him down and bend down next to him so we are face to face.

"I'm going to get the keys. Stay right here, okay?" I say.

He grins and nods.

I run inside and grab the keys I'm guessing are for the house and car, which I have yet to see since it's in the garage. I run back outside expecting to see that cute, little, six year old, Harry. But, instead see... no one.

He's gone.