Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 17

April 27th, 2018

Alternate Universe

"The house is finally finished!" I say putting one last picture on the wall.

Harry runs down the steps and comes into the livingroom with a grin.

"Wow! It took you forever!" Harry says.

"It did not!"

"It took you two years."

That is true. I smile.

"I wanted to make it perfect," I say.

"And you did, Louis."

We start to look around at my "masterpiece".

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(Living room)

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(Kitchen)

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(Dining room)

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(My office)

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(Harry's bedroom)

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(My bedroom)

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(Bathroom #1)

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(Bathroom #2)

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(Family room)

"You did great, Lou," Harry says.

"I know."

We laugh and go back into the livingroom.

"We should celebrate," I say suddenly. "The fair is tonight. We could go to that."

"That sounds like fun," Harry says with a smile. "Could you play that one game to get that one prize?"

"You're going to have to be more specific."

Harry rolls his eyes.

"I don't know what the game is called, but there is this giant purple teddy bear."

I look at him strange.

"A giant purple teddy bear?" I say. "Um... Are we sure you're eleven?"

"Shut up, Louis."

I smile and give him his jacket. I put my own jacket on. We go outside to the car. Luckily, I can afford my car and house now because I got a new job. I actually work at a radio show! (A/N: Thanks Miss.Epic2013 for giving me this simple yet great idea!) You see, at first, I worked as an assistant. Then, I got a couple shifts as a radio host and the listeners apparently "fell in love with me" because I am funny and crazy. And before I know it, I have a full time job there Monday through Friday! Harry says he listens to it everyday after school until I get off work at six. I guess what makes me so fun to listen to, is the fact that I imagine that I'm talking to Harry since he is listening. I can be me. Harry enjoys it a lot.

Our father-son relationship sort of revolved into more of a friendship. Brothers. But I still tell him to do his chores, don't cuss, do his homework... etc. Just because I guess our relationship turned into more of a friendship doesn't mean that I don't have authority over him. I'm still his "guardian angel" as Harry would say.