Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 25

May 25th, 2020

Alternate Universe

*Louis' P.O.V.*

I spent about a week at Niall's place, but I'm leaving tonight. He has done so much for me. He made me food, drove me to work, and even told me stupid bedtime stories because they make me happy. They remind me of Harry. Is it crazy that I already miss him? I guess not. I've always been crazy over Harry. I mean, he's always driving me crazy. On the other world and this one because he is not only beautiful, but he's just... what's the word- crazy?

It's also the fact that he barely ever laughs at my jokes, he is so polite that it annoys me, he licks his lips and flips his hair and thinks the girls won't flip out, and he is... Harry. It's Harry freaking Styles! How could I not go crazy? I also have lots of flaws. He somehow looks past all of my flaws like I look past all of his. We look past eachother's flaws and love eachother like the flaws don't exist. The flaws don't even matter. As cliche or cheesy as it sounds, I'll love him no matter what.

"Ready to go, Louis?" Niall asks in the doorway of his bedroom.

I look at him and nod. I put my bag on my shoulder and follow him to his car.

"I'm gonna miss you here," Niall continues. "I like having a roomate."

"Me, too. But I think I should probably go home, though so you can have your home to yourself."

"But I don't want it to myself!" Niall whines as he starts up the car.

I chuckle. The rest of the car ride is quiet other than the radio which happens to be my very own radio station. Niall listens to the station, too. That's cool... I guess. When I get home, I immediatly get to bed. It's really hard to fall asleep, however. Harry is all I think about. I just want to forget that he ever left me. I want to believe that Harry is sleeping in his room with his ridiculously large bear and his soft little blanket...

May 26th, 2020

Alternate Universe

I wake up in the coldness of my bed surrounded by many covers and messy hair on top of my head. I hop from bed and run downstairs to get breakfast ready. While getting out two bowls and filling them with cereal, I hum a random tune I made up which somehow leads to me singing "Rock Me". I fill up one bowl of cereal with milk and leave the other with only cereal. Harry doesn't like it when his cereal sits in the milk because it gets all soggy. So I wait for him to come down and pour it himself while I read my newspaper, sip my tea, and eat. I look at the clock about thirty minutes later. Usually Harry is down here by now.

"Hazza!" I yell up the stairs.

No response.

"Harry? Harry, are you awake?"

No response.

"You are one difficult teenager to wake up," I say loudly as I walk up the stairs.

I laugh to myself and knock at the door to his room.

"Get up, Harry! It's almost eleven! Don't waste your day away sleeping!"

Still no response. I huff and walk inside. Empty bed. What? No. Where is Harry? I take out my phone and immediatly call Niall as I search for him.

"Hey, Lou. What's shakin', bacon?" Niall answers.

I quickly run down the hall to see if he's in my office.

"Harry! He's gone! Where did he go?" I yell.

As I am searching frantically, my heart rate picks up and my eyes begin to fill with tears.

"Louis..." Niall says sadly.

I freeze. I remember now.

"Do you want me to come over?" Niall whispers.

Although he can't see me, I shake my head. I wipe my eyes before speaking.

"No... I'm good... I just went sort of psycho and forgot. Sorry to bother you," I whisper.

I then end the call and walk back into Harry's room. Why did I forget? Well last night I was saying how I wanted to forget he ever left. I literally did this morning. Sitting on his bed, I notice some large boxes in his closet. Slowly, I stand up and walk over to the boxes. I pull one out and lift the lid off. Letters? Why did I never see these? I take one out. On the top it says:

To: Louis Tomlinson

From: Harry Tomlinson

It's Harry's nice handwriting. He wrote me a letter? Or maybe letters. I take out five more and sure enough, the same thing is written on the top of each (just different dates). It takes me a while, but I finally find the earliest dated letter... and I read it.

August 17th, 2019

It's only the first day of sixth grade and I am already inspired by my English teacher, Mr. Malik. He inspired me to do something creative and wild... so I think I will. I'll write you these letters on all of the best days I have with you, but I won't ever give them to you. How's that for creative and wild, Mr. Malik? HA HA.

I'll start out by telling you about what I was thinking on the day you woke up on this world replacing the old you. At first, I only thought that you were completely nuts. If I was older at the time, I would've probably thought that you were high. But I was just six and the only "drug" I knew about were the candy cigars. The only high I knew about was a sugar high. So... yeah. I actually didn't know what to think and I didn't exactly care. I was just happy that I was being aknowledged by you and you were nice to me for once.

The funniest part is probably when you blacked out. You went down like- KABOOM. BLAM. CRASH. WOW. That was hilarious. Well... not for you because you had this huge bruise on your head and I don't think you noticed, but you were slurring your words after that little accident of yours. At least I was nice enough to get a pillow for you. And when I told Niall about you walking me to the bus stop that day, he couldn't believe it. I could barely believe it.

I know I tell you a lot about how much I appreciate you, but I don't feel like I tell you enough. Especially that first day you woke up here. You didn't even know me, but you told me that you'd me my guardian angel. You even promised. I love our love. Our kind of love.

Yours truly,

Harry