Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9

February 23rd, 2013

Alternate Universe

"Ready to go?" I ask as Harry finishes putting on his light coat.

"Ready!" He says taking my hand. "But where are we going, Louis?"

"Shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Yep."

"That sounds... nice..." He mutters unsure.

"Have you ever been shopping?"

"Grocery shopping with Niall."

"Niall? How much food does he buy?"

"Why?"

"Nevermind," I laugh.

I squeeze his hand and lead him out the front door, making sure to put my phone and wallet in my pockets and lock the door.

"What are we shopping for?"

"Clothes, furniture-"

"Toys?"

I open the back door of the car and laugh. He hops into his car seat and I lean in to buckle him in.

"I don't have any toys. Well, two. A stuffed bear I got at my home before this one and a small toy truck I got from Nialler," he says.

"I never got you any other toys?"

"No. You said they were a waste of time. That I could be learning instead of playing with stupid toys."

He's a child, though. They're supposed to have fun and have ridiculous amounts of toys and cool kid's clothes. Not stuck in a boring room with no toys, wearing plain, awful, clothes. That sounds like a horrible childhood. But I am going to fix that.

"Yeah. We'll get you toys," I say finally finished buckling him in.

"Thanks, Louis," He says with a smile.

I return a smile. I close the door and go to the driver seat. I try to start the car ("try" being the key word) and the car makes a rumbling noise. This peice of junk doesn't even start up.

"Are we going to get a new car, too?" Harry asks.

"Maybe later in life," I reply as it finally starts up.

"Okay, Louis."

I back out of the driveway and turn on the heat. Another cold day in England. I turn on the radio to hear "Paradise by Coldplay". Coldplay on a cold day. And that was the lame joke of the day...

"The "old you" didn't like music. Only classical. But you like cool music like Niall. I'm so happy!"

I laugh at Harry's cheerfulness as we ride down the road into town.

"Louis... can you tell me about the boys in your band? But only one. Save the rest for bedtime stories. Please?"

I look into the mirror to see Harry looking at me with big, hopeful, eyes. How can he be so charming and convincing at only 6?

"Sure, Harry."

He excitedly jumps in his seat and waits impatiently for me to begin.

"So, one guy is very mysterious. Well, that's the way the fans see him. The fans see him as a quiet, sweet yet bad boy, muslim. But there is so much more to him than that. The band and his family and friends see what the cameras don't. He is truly amazayn."

I laugh to myself after saying amazayn and shake my head.

"He is hilarious, too. We always had really good talks and we could talk about anything to each other. All we ever had was sisters, so he was like the brother I never had and always wanted. And I was like a brother to him, so of course, we argued some. We were all five like brothers, really. Family."