Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 21

May 19th, 2020

Alternate Universe

It was a week until I got Harry back. It was the scariest week of my life. I've never been so scared, questioning whether he'd find his way back or if he's dead or not or if he'll be gone for a long time. I was beyond worried about my little boy. I paced back and forth in my house, got no sleep, missed two days of work, and faked my happiness when I did go to work. How am I supposed to be happy when my happiness is missing? Niall even came over to ask how I was. He comforted me and tried his best to make me happy. I smiled a little just to please him. I spent a whole week alone with Larry, who is now a full grown cat.

He'd jump up next to me in the middle of the night, curled up by my side, purring and licking my fingers. I couldn't get any sleep. None. Just like this one night on the other world. At least then I had Harry...

*Flashback*

"Harry!Harry! Harry! Are you asleep?"

"I was."

Seventeen year old Harry looked over at me with sleepy eyes. He spent the night at my house for about a week before the X Factor tour started up.

"I can't fall asleep," I whispered from the air matress on the floor of my bedroom.

Harry groaned and scoot over on the bed and pat next to him. I hopped up there and layed by him.

"Did you have fun today?" I asked as I layed under the covers.

"Of course," Harry whispered sleepily. "I always have fun with you, Louis."

"Yeah."

After a moment of silence and drifting thoughts, I spoke up suddenly.

"Have you ever thought about what life would be like if we were never put in the band?"

Harry looked at me with curious eyes and shook his head.

"Not really."

"Have you ever thought about fate?"

He shook his head once more.

"What fate?"

"Our fate."

"I'm confused, Louis."

I turned on my side to face him.

"Do you think it was just a coincidence that we were put in this band together right after we met in the bathroom, three years after we went to the same concert?"

Harry shrugged.

"I've never really thought about it," he said quietly.

He then took my hand and traced the lines in my palm (just like little Harry did on this alternate universe).

"Well, I don't think it's a coincidence. I don't believe in coincidences."

"You don't?"

"Of course not," I said. "Everything happens for a reason."

"You think so?"

I nodded and inched closer to him.

"Yes. I mean, the first time was accidental. You know, when we went to the same concert?"

He grinned.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. But the second time was inevitable. In the bathroom where we first met."

Harry giggled like a child and rested his larger hand on top of mine.

"Where does fate come into this?" whispered Harry.

"The third time. We were put in the group. That was fate."

Harry came closer to me where our faces are only inches apart.

"That's deep," Harry said jokingly.

"I'm serious, Harry!"

"I know," he laughed.

His eyes fluttered and closed. His eyes really are beautiful. Everything about him seems beautiful. Irresistable. Perfectly imperfect. Like an angel. I guess everything about "us" was fate. Harry and I meeting was fate. We became friends by choice. But falling in love with him was beyond my control.

I never actually ever loved Eleanor, but I've always loved Harry. I hate it, though. Why do I have to be bisexual? Why can't I be straight like everyone else in the band? That's what I kept thinking, so I started to fake date Eleanor. Using her so I wouldn't be judged by people. She doesn't know we're fake dating and she doesn't need to know. I just wish that I could learn to love her. But I can't force myself to love someone. Especially since I already love someone and could never love anybody else.

"Goodnight, Hazza," I whispered breathing in his scent and brushing his fringe from his eyes.

"Goodnight, Louis," he replies before kissing the tips of my fingers.

I giggled for no reason and finally fell asleep.

*End of Flashback*

I got him back on the bright side. At least I thought so. It was all so rushed when I got the phone call from the police telling me that Harry was found. I cried of happiness and shock. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't wait to see him. I called Niall to let him know and he was overjoyed. Fate was giving me another chance.

"They're bringing him to you?" Lou Teasdale asked over the phone when I told her.

"Yeah. Apparently someone important needs to talk to me about him."

"What important person?"

I took a sip of tea.

"I'm not sure. The police officer said something about the child protection services."

"Hmm," she hummed.

When we hung up, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. It was him. I stood up quickly and made my way over to the door. I pulled it open to see thirteen year old Harry standing there with tears in his eyes and a small smile. I dropped to my knees and he hugged me immediatly. Overwhelming joy filled me. I got him back! I got my little angel back...

"Are you alright?" I asked before kissing the top of his head. "Did the man hurt you?"

Harry shook his head and frowned. He looked up at a man I didn't notice until then standing in the doorway. I stood up and put out my hand.

"Hello. I'm Louis Tomlinson."

"I know," the man said sternly.

He frowned and walked inside. I closed the door behind him. I hugged Harry to my side and didn't let him go.

"I've got some news that you will not like," the man said.

"And that would be...?"

He swallowed and looked back and forth at Harry and I before saying the words that shattered my heart.

"Harry is going to move to a new foster home two hours from here. He can no longer live here with you. It isn't a safe enviorment for him."

I didn't hear those words, right? I didn't hear those words telling me that me that Harry was being taken away and getting a new home. I didn't see that heartbroken look on Harry's face or hear my own cries echo throughout the house, right? How could this be? Why would this happen? Why me? It's not my fault Harry got kidnapped. It isn't Niall's fault either. Why is fate being so cruel to me now? Why is it that I have to find out in the worst way possible that it is true that I seem to lose everyone I love?

The man told me to ask no questions about it and that Harry will be leaving tonight. Then, the man leaves. Tonight, Harry leaves me. Words can't describe what I am feeling right now. And no... this isn't just fate. This is a tragedy.