Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 36

August 22nd, 2019

Dear Louis,

I still get bullied at school. Not as much as I used to, however. I still get called a fag and the kids hit and push me around. I used to cry myself to sleep when you didn't cuddle me in. I do sometimes still. You make me overjoyed. When I'm with you, you make me forget about all of the bullies.

That night we went to the fair was really fun. I like the fair... except I don't like the rides. Or the games. Or the gross food. So... I guess it's quite easy to say that I don't love the fair. I do like their cotton candy, though!

You know what else I like? GIANT PURPLE BEARS!! Haha! Anyways, I loved that you stood up for me that night. I was afraid that I was going to get really hurt.

However, you came out of that porta potty and yelled at them... and saved my bear. Thanks, superman. I think I thank you for something every letter I've written for you so far. I also think I tell you something else every letter. I love you. But I can never say that enough.

Yours truly,

Harry

P.S. I really like the house. You did a great job at designing it.

June 13th, 2024

Alternate Universe

*Louis' P.O.V.*

I put the letter away and sigh. Why is he so sweet? I mean... really? He grew up with me. How did this happen? I'm not complaining, though. I wish I could have that kind of sweetness back. Especially now. Lately, I've been very lonely. Lonelier than before.

Niall left to go to a music college in New York and Lou Teasdale is travelling all over the world as an awesome stylist. So, I'm very lonely around the house. Only Larry and I. It's hard to have a conversation with a cat. They aren't very social. Well, Larry can be if he's hungry. I also don't speak cat, though. The house seems empty. I sometimes would come home and hear Niall in the kitchen singing and making food. I liked to come home to that. I liked to come home to someone other than a lazy cat.

But I haven't had that for a while now. Months, actually. And since Harry has been gone, which has been for years, my bed seems bigger, my life seems duller, and my heart feels almost as if it's empty. I have no one to really talk to. The only time I do talk is at the radio station and when I skype Niall, which is rarely ever. I'm such a loner. So lonely... that I've decided to do something that I never really do...

"God..." I whisper. "I haven't really talked to you much, but... why not start now?"

I fold my hands and close my eyelids. I lay on my side on Harry's bed and sigh.

"I feel completely hopeless. Lonely. Why did my baby have to be taken away from me? It's been years now, but I can't get over it." I begin to cry. "I just want him back. I have no one here with me... except you."

I gulp and wipe my eyes before folding my shaky hands again.

"I have you. You're all I have here. Don't let me go. I'm tired of feeling alone... Can you please bring him back to me soon? I miss him... and love him."

I lick my chapped lips.

"I don't really remember how to end a prayer... I'll talk to you later?"

I sit up and walk to my room. When I get in there, I pull out my labtop and get on video chat. Clicking on Niall's name, I try my best to put on a smile.

"Louis! What's up, mate?" Niall answers.

His hair is crazy and has a carefree smile spread across his face. A guitar sits in his arms.

"Hey, Ni. I just really wanted someone to talk to."

"You're in luck. I actually just finished up my school work," he cheerfully says.

"I'm happy for you," I say. "You made it into the school of your dreams."

He nods.

"Mmm hmm. Although, I think I'm the oldest person here," he laughs.

"Well that's what you get for waiting forever to actually go to uni."

I chuckle along with him as he strums a little tune on his guitar.

"How have you been, Lou?"

"Lonely," I say honestly.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

He smiles a little.

"When I get back from uni, you can stay with me for a while," he says.

"No," I say seriously, shaking my head. "I'm waiting for Harry to come back."

Niall sighs and shakes his head, closing his eyes.

"Louis... If I'm going to be honest with you, I don't think Harry's coming back," he whispers, opening his eyes.

"What?" I ask sort of mad and confused. "Why- why would you say that? I told him that he could come back to me after he graduated. Harry and I agreed."

"I know, Lou. And trust me... I want him back, too, even after all of these years. I love that boy a lot. I just... I don't know."

"You're wrong, Niall. He'll come back," I say.

"Maybe he will. Maybe he won't," Niall says putting down his guitar. "I don't want you getting your hopes up and he never comes back. Try to get over him, Lou. I'd hate to see you hurt. "

"Thanks for your concern, but I believe in him. I will never stop trying and believing in him. Our little angel will come back."

He smiles and messes with his hair.

"I've always admired you, Louis."

"Why?"

"You are strong and confident. I wish I was more like you."

"I may look it," I reply. "But on the inside, I'm broken."

We both sit in silence and the darkness of our rooms until Niall speaks up saying, "Why do you call Harry your little angel, by the way? Just wondering."

I smile (a real smile) to myself. I'm not going to tell Niall the actual reason why I call him my little angel because that's personal. It happened on the other world. I might tell you -whoever is reading this- the real reason behind why I call him "little angel" some other time... you never know.

"Well, he is simply perfect to me, " I whisper. "God's best creation is him."

Niall nods, chuckling softly.

"Finding someone like him in this hopeless world," I continue. "Is like finding angels in hell."

Niall grins.

"If I were there with you, I'd give you a hug," he says. "How about a digital hug?"

I giggle as he hugs his computer. I play along and hug my labtop also.

"I have to go, Louis. Talk to ya later."

"Bye, Niall."

"Love you, man."

"I love you, too," I say before ending the chat.

I close the laptop and set it off to the side. I curl up in a ball under the covers. I miss Niall, too. However, I'm not completely lonely. In fact, I just remembered how to end a prayer.

"Amen."