Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

February 21st, 2013
Alternate Universe

I run outside, closing the door behind me, not bothering to lock it since I am freaking out too much. Where is Harry? I stuff the keys in my pocket and run down the driveway.

"Harry?" I yell.

"Mr. Tomlinson!" I hear his voice say nearby.

I look over in the direction of his voice. There he stands at the neighbor's door smiling.

"Harry!" I say running over to him and lifting him into my arms. "I told you to stay where you were!"

He frowns, ashamed and looks down.

"Sorry. I just wanted to say goodbye to babysitter," he says.

I honestly cannot stay mad at Harry. I couldn't stay mad at "older, other Harry" either. For me, being mad at Harry is super hard. Almost impossible. Unless he make me very angry. But if he says three magic words... I forgive him almost instantly. That's the way things always seem to work out.

"It's alright, Harry. Just don't do it again. You scared me," I say.

"I wont," he responds nuzzling his head into my neck, still ashamed.

I walk down the street where the bus stop is located. I rub his back comfortingly and pull him closer to me.

"Why do you care so much about me? You just met me," Harry says gripping my neck and his backpack tightly.

He looks at me with his emerald eyes and smiles. The answer is simple. I care about this Harry as much as the "older, other Harry". It's the same cheeky, adorable, Harry who I love like a brother. He's just smaller and less perverted.

"Because... I'm your guardian."

"A guardian angel?" He asks with wide eyes.

I chuckle. Then, I say what I've always wanted to say to "older, other Harry". What I was thinking since I first met him. I called him "little angel" a lot when no cameras were around and it was only us two. He always said I looked like an angel, but...

"I'm not the angel. You are."

He smiles.

"I'm not an angel, silly!"

I laugh. So cute. He really is incredibly cute. I say that a lot.

"You're right. You aren't just any angel. You're my little angel now."

He giggles and puts his head on my shoulder, his short, straight, brown hair tickling my neck.

"Well... I don't know who you really are, but I'm with you," Harry whispers running his little fingers through my hair.

I smile and pull him as close as I can to me.

"The bus stop is right there," Harry says pointing at the stop sign at the end of the street.

"Where is your school?" I ask.

"I don't know. I go to Russell Elementery, though. That is all I know."

I nod. We stop at the stop sign and wait.

"What town are we in?"

"Yorkshire."

(A/N: There isn't actually a school in Yorkshire named Russell. I made it up. However, it is an alternate universe. Anything can happen. )

The school bus pulls up slowly. I set his feet on the ground and bend down to face him.

"I'll see you later, Harry. Okay?"

The bus doors open. I embrace Harry and ruffle his hair like I always did. He turns and begins to walk up the stairs into the bus. He stops and turns, waving.

"Bye, Mr. Tomlinson!"

"Louis."

He giggles.

"Bye, Louis!"

I stand and wave as the doors close and he takes a seat next to a young boy who looks a lot like Josh Devine... Holy crap! That is Josh! One Direction's drummer! Oh. Wow. His hair... it's so long. (A/N: Look up a pic of fetus Josh Devine to see what I am talking about.)

Harry leans over Josh, pressing his nose to the window. He waves with a hage, sincere, smile. I wave back as the bus drives away and I blow a kiss. I watch as the bus dissapears down the road and now, here I stand. Not knowing what to do. I work at city hall... but where is it exactly? I make my way back to the house and step inside, sighing. I don't want to work at city hall. It sounds stupid. Plus, I don't know where it is.

I go through the kitchen to a door I'm guessing is for the garage. I open the door slowly and step into the cold garage. I find the light. The light that reveals...
Whoa.
It's...
hideous.

What was I thinking? Since I work at city hall and have a bunch of nice clothes and a big house, you'd at least think I'd have a good car. I pull the keys out of my pocket and get inside the car. Then, I realize I didn't open the garage door. I get out and try opening it... only to see that it doesn't open without a password. I go over to the key pad and type in random numbers.

"Access denied," the machine keeps repeating each time.

I tried Harry's birthday, my birthday... but nothing happened. Then, I tried "1237" remembering the time Niall counted and skipped a "few" numbers.

"Access."

I smile. It actually worked! I enter the ugly car again and drive down the driveway deciding to take a right. It looks like town is that way. Turns out city hall is closer than I thought. It's actually pretty close. Only a street away. I pull into the parking lot and take a deep breath as I leave and run up to the front doors. I enter the doors and walk inside cluelessly about what to do next. When I walk in I see a lot of busy people in business suits running around with coffee in hand and tired, depressed, faces. Fun place.

"Mr. Tomlinson. You are late," a man says from beside me.

A middle aged man with bushy eyebrows and a bald head, who towers over me, stands with his arms crossed. He stares with eyebrows knitted together and a scrunched forehead.

"Yeah. Yeah. I... over slept," I lie.

"This has never happened before."

"I know."

"And..."

I look at him strange.

"And what?"

"And... it wont happen again. Correct?"

"Of course it wont Mr...."

I glance at his name tag and look back at him with a big smile.

"...Paper."

"Papper."

"Excuse me?"

"It's Mr. Papper."

I look at his name tag and sure enough it reads "Fredrick Papper". Oops?

"Is everything alright, Mr. Tomlinson?" He asks.

I grin and nod.

"Mm hmm," I mumble.

"Alright. Well, get to work now."

Bossy. But, I'm guessing this is my boss. I nod.

"Why yes! Off to work I go in my office!" I sing skipping down a random hallway.

Then, I stop and turn back to the very confused Mr. Paper.

"I have an office, right?"

"Yeees," he says raising an eyebrow. "That is not the way, though. That is," he says pointing to a different hallway.

"Duh. I'm just pulling your pickle, Mr. Paper."

"Papper."

"Sho nuff."

I pat his shoulder as I walk past and go down the hall he pointed to. Paper's pickle. That sounds funny. I read the doors as I walk past, trying to find mine. As I look in the doors I see people staring at their computer screens blankly. Their desks are decorated with pictures of their children and families, but when I find mine... mine is nothing like that. No pictures of Harry. Why not, though? He is my adoptive son. Why wouldn't I have a few pictures of him in there?

But from what I've heard about "old me" is that I was boring and horrible. I ignored Harry and didn't have a fashion sense or a good car. Or a fun job. Why did I adopt Harry if all I was going to do was ignore him? I close my office door behind me and walk over to my desk. I sit in the spinning chair. Papers scatter along the wooden desk and an old, big, computer sits in the middle. What now? I lean back in the chair and close my eyes.

I think about a song that explains what I am going through right now. "Ours" by Taylor Swift. The music video more so than the song. (And I know Taylor Swift isn't exactly on my good list or Harry's or any directioner's... but I'm focusing on the song. So, ignore that it's Taylor's song and just imagine that someone awesome sings it. Like me.) In the video, Taylor works at some boring little office (like me). The song talks about all of the things that they could do together if "her guy" was with her and how great everything would be if she wasn't at that office or without him. I guess that's how I feel right now.

(A/N: If you haven't seen the video, you can watch it below if you'd like to see what I am talking about.)

Except instead of some army guy, it's Harry I want. That cute little face. That small body in my arms. I want to let him know that everything has changed for us. Everthing has changed for the better. It's hard to imagine a day before him. Or a day without him. He is and was the force that holds my life together. He is my everything. The center of my universe.

My little angel.