Chapter 34

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June 4th, 2022

Dear Harry,

I must admit that the day at Liam's concert was pretty fun. In fact, it was probably one of the best days I ever spent with you. Don't you think so? I mean, we had lots of fun days together of course. It's just that, that day in particular really stuck out. Just me, you, and Niall. Happy.

Yes. It's true. I knew "Moments" by Liam Payne because my boyband did it on the other world. It was actually written by a guy named Ed Sheeran (also known as the coolest ginger in existance). Also known as your foster parent now. So, when I mouthed along to the song, it was because I actually knew it. Isn't it a beautiful song?

"Would you rather date for the rest of your life or settle down with one person you've been through everything with?" Remember being asked that? I don't know if you would. You were only twelve when you were asked that by your friend. If you remember or not, my answer it the same as yours.

I'd rather settle down with one person than date for the rest of my life. We've been through unimaginable things. You got taken away from me for crying out loud! That's every parents worst nightmare. But I hope I get you back soon so we could continue to have more adventures.

Always,

Louis

August 31st, 2022

Alternate Universe

I suddenly hear a beep from my labtop. I pick it up. An e-mail. That's weird. I usually never get e-mails. I press one the message in my inbox. The first thing that pops up is a small note.

Louis Tomlinson-

Sorry I never e-mail you. I never have much time. In apology, here is a recent picture of Harry.

-Ed Sheeran

I quickly click on the link to the picture to open it. Harry... He's so... beautiful. Grown up. In the picture, he is sitting down with a pink guitar in his arms and a smile too big for his face. His eyes look tired and his hair is curlier than before. I touch the picture on the screen with my fingertips as tears prick at my eyes, soon flowing out at a rapid speed. I send the picture to the printer, deciding that I could put it in the scrapbook I'm making for him. I miss him like crazy. I hope I really do get him back soon so I could hold him in my arms and look after him again. However, I am happy that he looked happy.

I hope that he is happy. And healthy. And strong. I hope most of all that he will never stop loving me. That's my worst fear because I will never stop loving him.

June 10th, 2023

Alternate Universe

When people usually think of Harry, they think of beanie hats and curly hair and a lady's man. When I think of Harry, I think of someone real. I don't think of Harry as some celebrity with cool hair and a cupcake personality.Well, I do think that he has cool hair and is a cupcake, but there is so much more to him than that. When I think of Harry, I think of him at 16 when we first met in the bathroom at The X Factor. I think of that beautiful and real boy I met before he was the Harry Styles. I still remember meeting that Harry in the bathroom. The Harry I know and love.

*Flashback*

I walked out of the stall and over to the sink, washing my hands quickly in The X Factor bathroom. It was before we were formed in the group. I had an odd feeling that something great was going to happen... and it was right before my eyes seconds after I washed my hands. When I grabbed for a paper towel, I bumped into a curly haired boy in a beanie. We looked at each other for what seemed like five minutes, but was probably only five seconds. Perhaps it felt so long because I was letting every detail of him and that beautiful face become permanent in my mind. I couldn't help myself from staring at that face. I took in that brown curly hair that I already wanted to run my fingers through. I got lost in those pretty green eyes and was mesmerized by their sparkle and glow. The way his eyes got wide when he ran into me made me mentally laugh because it was just so adorable.

Everything about the curly haired boy in the beanie immediatly seemed adorable. I already wanted to take his large hands in mine. I already wanted to kiss those smooth cheeks and feel the warmth of his skin. I wanted to discover every single thing about him. All of the details that may not mean anything to anybody else, but I wanted to know about this boy. I wanted to hear his voice most of all at that moment.

"Oops," he said.

My wish was granted. I smiled.

"Hi."

"Hi" was all that could come out of my mouth, but it earned a smile from him. The smile too big for his face. The smile that caused the dimples in his cheeks and sometimes the slight crinkle by his eyes. The smile that made my heart beat a little faster. The smile that made me smile wider in return. Yeah. That smile. We walked past each other. I got my paper towel and walked away to leave the restroom. Before I exit, I stopped in front of the mirrors to finish drying my hands.

He was standing in front of one of the mirrors fixing his hair underneath his beanie. I stared at him without noticing. He slightly turned his head and we looked at each other right in the eyes in the refelection of the mirrors, before smiling at the same time at one another. I shyly put my head down and threw my paper towel away before finally leaving the boy that I thought I'd never see again. I left him in that bathroom only to see him again hours later. I couldn't believe my eyes. When the judges announced that we were all five in a band together, Harry and I found each other's bodies and hugged tightly. He spun me around and then set me lightly on my feet. Many fans refer to that hug as the first "Larry Stylinson" moment.

I don't know if we were thinking the same thing, but I was for sure thinking two things.The first was being super happy that I was in a band and continuing in the competition. The second being that we were fate, which I already have had a conversation with Harry about before. I was already loving this curly haired boy in the beanie more than I ever thought I would. I had the sudden thoughts about growing old with him and making him happy just as much as he made me happy. I was his and he was mine. Home was with him. All I knew that day was his name, yet at that moment I knew everything had changed.

*End of Flashback*

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