Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

February 23rd, 2013

Alternate Universe

"What are we gonna do today, Louis? Huh? Are we gonna watch Spongebob? Can I have desert after dinner if I'm good? Are you even awake?"

I take my hand from my eyes and look at Harry who is hovering over me with a huge smile.

"Don't you have school today?" I ask sitting up in my bed.

Harry giggles.

"It's Saturday, crazy head!"

Crazy head? Wait! Saturday?

"Saturday! Woo!" I say moving from underneath the covers and jumping on the bed in joy.

After two days in hell- I mean work- I need this. Saturday! Harry stands, too and jumps on the bed laughing and shouting along with me. I hop from my bed onto the ground and stretch out my arms for Harry. He hops off the bed and into my arms. He latches his arms around my neck and giggles as I swing him around.

"Stop! I'm getting dizzy!" He laughs.

"You want me to keep going? Is that what you said?"

"No, Louis! I said to stop!"

I chuckle and gather him in my arms. Dizzy, he nuzzles his head into my neck. I rub his back and walk out of the room and down the stairs.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

Before he can answer, we hear moving around downstairs. I stop. We are about halfway down the staircase. Downstairs, I hear sizzling and pots and pans. Then, I can worry no more when I hear-

"And I was like baby, baby, baby! Oh!"

I shake my head, smiling, and run the rest the way down, smelling bacon.

"Hey, Ni!" I say with a smile.

Niall waves. Harry jumps from my arms and wraps his arms around Niall's legs. This is kind of weird to see... Okay, really weird. I'm not talking about Harry having his arms around Niall's legs- that's adorable. I'm talking about Niall and Harry being so young. It's crazy! I'm still the oldest... It's going to take a while to get used to this. Harry being like a son and Niall being like a second father to Harry. (That's even more weird. Niall and I are fathers to Harry. That's not gay sounding at all. *Note sarcasm*)

What happened to Liam being daddy? Niall pats Harry's head and continues to cook.

"Good morning you two," Niall cheerfully says.

"Good morning, Niall! What are you making?" Harry asks still holding on to Niall's legs.

"Bacon and eggs."

"Yummy!"

"Do you make breakfast for us often?" I ask.

"Nah. Just Saturdays," he replies.

I smile and stand next to him.

"Wow! Thanks! This is kind of you."

"No problem. The "old you" never used to eat my food. You said it was unhealthy. Even though I served vegatebles and fruits with every meal."

"Eggs are healthy."

"Exactly."

"Or should you say egg-actly," Harry jokes. "Get it? Exactly. Egg-actly. Ha ha!"

Niall and I laugh along with the adorable child. Harry winks and runs into the livingroom, flailing his arms and giggling.

"Is he this hyper every morning?" I ask worridly and half joking.