Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 33

August 30th, 2022
Alternate Universe

When I found Harry's letter to Liam one day, I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to give it to him. I'm this average guy and he's this huge popstar. How was I supposed to give it to him? It's not like I have him on speed dial or anything. I mean, I don't have to give Liam this letter Harry wrote him, but I almost felt like I should. I opened it once to read it, but on the top of the letter it reads in Harry's handwriting:

For Liam's eyes only.

So, in respect of Harry, I put it back in the envelope and made a promise to him not to read it. I haven't so far. It took me a while to try and figure out how to get this letter to him. Until on the radio, Grimmy announced that Liam has a new tour coming up. Then, I had the idea and hoped that Liam's security is still bad. If security is still terrible, I will somehow get backstage and give it to him. But first, I had to get a ticket which was a lot harder that I thought. Liam has a lot of fans, so many of his shows sold out quickly. I finally got a ticket to one, which is today.

I watched Liam's show in awe, gawking at the stage with round eyes. He's changed a lot. He has tattoos, a little bit of facial hair, and his style is even different. His music is edgier, too, which is odd for Liam. However, he still has the slow, soft, heartfelt songs where he sings with so much feeling and soul. The magic of every note floats through the air and makes their way into everyone's hearts. Everyone is mesmerized. No one can take their eyes off of him. No one even talks or moves a muscle. Only a few yells in encouragement here and there.

He is fantastic. I'm happy that he was is a band with me on the other world. I never actually payed attention to how amazing of a performer he really was. After the concert, I sneak to the front of the stage... which is surrounded by security. One of the guards looks at me suspiciously. I just turn away and run outside the arena. Maybe there's a way to get in through the back. I speed walk around the arena, looking for any doors. The only doors I can find are locked. Then, I see it. A window.

More specifically, an open window that just happens to be big enough for me to get into. Only problem is that the window is too high up. But I have to get in there. This may be my only way. I look around and see a dumpster. Quickly, I pull it under the window and climb on top, which wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I almost lose my balance, but my hands grip the wall before I fall. I take a deep breath and look up at the window. I can reach it with my fingers. My hands grab the window sill as my feet help pull me up against the wall.

I pull the window open further and crawl halfway through. This is harder than it should be. I should probably go to the gym more often... someday... maybe. I attempt to gracefully climb into the window, but fall in instead, bumping my head on the ground. I'm in a hallway. I rub my head and stand up. No one is around. That's good. Now I just need to find Liam's dressing room where he hopefully is. I look from left to right trying to find him and act casual at the same time.

When I turn a corner to another hall, I see Paul (YAY FOR PAUL!) who looks straight at me with a suspicious look like the other guard.

"Hey you!" Paul yells pointing at me. "What are you doing here?"

I frantically turn away and begin to run only to have my arms grabbed by two body guards. They turn me around and pull me away. I worked so hard to get here, though. Liam's even standing right in front of me. I was so close...

"Wait!" Liam yells.

He looks me straight in the eye and says to the guards,"Let him go. I know him."

The guards release my arms and without breaking eye contact, I step foward. Liam thanks the guards. He leads me to his dressing room and we enter.

"Take a seat," he says gestering to the little red couch in his room.

We take a seat next to each other. Liam looks at me with confused eyes. He tilts his head, staring at me with focus.

"You came backstage with a boy once, right?" he asks. "With dimples? Loved cats?"

I nod, surprised.

"How do you remember us?"

"You two were cool," he says. "I really connected with you. You don't look any different by the way."

"Yeah... I get that a lot."

I blush and look at my hands that I suddenly found interesting.

"Speaking of that boy of yours... Where is he?" Liam says.

I look back at him. I sigh.

"That's why I'm here," I say.

I pull out the letter from my pocket.

"I adopted Harry and he..." I pause.

Wiping my eyes, I clear my throat and continue.

"He was moved to a different foster home."

"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," he says patting my shoulder.

"It's okay," I say.

He takes his hand off my shoulder and smiles a little.

"Well, anyway," I continue. "When he was in the sixth grade, he decided that he was going to write letters to me, you, and two other important people to him."

"How come?"

"That's a whole other story."

"When did he get moved to a different foster home?"

"When he was thirteen. He's fifteen now," I reply.

I hand him the letter. He grins at me and opens the envelope, slowly taking it out.

(A/N: Louis does not read the letter. Only Liam does.)

For Liam's eyes only.

August 29th, 2019

Dear Liam,

I don't think that you'll ever see this letter. I don't even know if you remember me or not. But I needed to tell you these things. I need to tell you about how much you've inspired me. Your music speaks to me.

Growing up, I struggled trying to figure out if I was straight or not. I liked girls, but I was oddly enough attracted to my foster dad. (Freaky? I know.) I thought that he was cute. Truthfully, I've always thought of Louis as a friend rather than a foster dad. He acts like a child like me and is my best friend. I sometimes feel like a school girl crushing on, like, Justin Bieber when I am around him.

As I tried to figure it out, I listened to your music. Your lyrics make me feel better and I somehow figured it out. It's almost like you take my life and turn it into lyrics. Thanks to you, I figured myself out. I figured out that I am bisexual.

You take not-so-beautiful experiences, things that you've been through, and turn them into beautiful master pieces. Through your songs, you've taught me that I should be who I am and embrace it, even if you didn't say it in those words. You can make beautiful things out of dust. You make beautiful things out of us. I love that about you. Thank you, Liam.

Yours Truly,
Harry

Liam looks up from the letter with a small smile across his face.

"It's a shame you lost him," he whispers as he sets the letter down.

I nod slowly.

"Yeah. He was my best friend."

Liam smiles wider. He pulls me into a hug. I awkwardly hug back as he says softly in my ear, "I'm sure he felt the same way."

He acts like a child like me and is my best friend.