Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 37

August 17th, 2024

Alternate Universe

It took me a while to finally get around to getting Zayn's letter to him. I'm not exactly sure why, but today is the day. I even took off work early today. I've gotta say, I miss Zayn just as much as the others. Although, I would be lying if I said I miss him just as much as I miss Harry because I obviously miss my little angel more than anybody. Ironic how on my world, I got annoyed with Harry for wanting to spend so much time with me, but on this world, all I want to do is spend time with him. I walk up to the middle school, taking out the letter from my pocket. I enter the main school office and ask the lady at the desk where Mr. Malik's class was just in case it was moved. I was happy to see that it was the same lady at the desk when I was here for Harry in sixth grade. She's still alive?

She looks up at me.

"Do you know where Mr. Malik's classroom is?" I ask her.

She smiles kindly.

"Mr. Malik moved to the highschool last year," she says. "Is there something you need?"

"Uh. Well, I'm trying to give him something," I reply. "It's no big deal. Thanks anyways."

She nods and watches me leave the office. I make my way back to the car and sit in the driver's seat. I take out the letter, running my fingers along the smooth paper and Harry's nice handwriting. I throw the letter in the passenger seat and start the car again. My yellow car. Why does everything these days remind me of Harry? I drive fast along the road searching for the highschool. I never actually had to take Harry to the highschool, so I'm not sure where it is. I have to pull over twice to ask someone where it is. The first was a guy who I couldn't understand because he was speaking spanish.

All I understood was "go left." So, I went left... and then was lost again. When I pulled over the second time, I asked a lady who gave me good directions. I was uncomfortable, though. She kept flirting with me and she is, like, forty. No, thank you. Not interested. When I finally got to the school, I can't find a parking spot so I have to park down the road and walk up to the school. Oddly enough, on the walk up to the school, a guy pulled over thinking that I'm a hitch hiker. Do I look like I am?

I don't think I do. I walk into the school and into the office. I look over at the woman at the desk. Perrie Edwards? Huh... well yay someone I know. Why is she working in a school office? Right... alternate universe. Just about everything is different.

"Excuse me," I say. "Where is Mr. Malik's classroom?"

Perrie smiles and looks at her computer.

"Room 11. Do you need to deliver something?"

I nod.

"Yeah. I actually do."

"I can put it in his mail box," Perrie says reaching for the letter.

Quickly, I shake my head, pulling the letter away and caressing it to my chest.

"No. I'd rather just give it to him myself," I say.

"Well, he has class right now. You would have to wait until after school."

"When does school end?"

"In about a hour and a half," she replies. "You can wait in here if you'd like."

I grin, nodding.

"Sure."

I sit in one of the chairs. I run my fingers along the paper again as I watch the clock. Minutes pass, I lose angry birds, and a mad teenager gets in trouble. If only Harry went to this school still. Instead, he lives two hours away. Sadly. Suddenly, the school bell rings. I stand up quickly. I thank Perrie before running out of the office and into the hallway in search of room 11. While walking down the hall, I hear a girl calling me cute, catch three people looking at my ass, and recognize one of the boogers who bullied my Harry. I flick him off.

School has always been a dislike of mine. It's boring and I just hate it. The only reason I really liked school was because of my friends. Greatly enough, when Harry was in grade school and middle school, he enjoyed going to school (except for the "being bullied" part). He actually liked classes like English and P.E. Just another reason why I am very proud of him. Entering the class, I see Zayn at his desk, sorting through papers. He glances up at me.

"Oh.. Hello. Do you need something?" He asks looking up at me.

Wow. He looks even move different than before. Older. But he is still very good looking. I'm pretty sure Zayn will always be good looking. (Is it wierd that I said that?)

"I'm here to give you a letter," I say walking over to him and handing him it.

He peers at the letter and looks back at me confused.

"Harry? Huh... I remember him."

"Do you really?" I ask surprised.

Zayn nods. I guess Harry is just a very memorable person. Liam remembered him after five years and even Zayn remembered him after three.

"Harry was one of my best students," Zayn says. "Always participating, funny, good grades, and really good work. Excellent writer. Not to mention that he was constantly talking about a... a... Lewis?"

I chuckle.

"Louis?"

"Yeah!"

"That's me."

"Oh! So you're the famous Louis."

I grin. I guess he doesn't remember meeting me.

"I guess so."

He begins to open the letter as he speaks.

"Why did he write this letter?"

"Um... I think he may explain that in the letter."

He nods, smiling. He unfolds the notebook piece of paper and begins to read.

January 12th, 2020

Dear Mr. Malik,

Remember how on the first day of school, you had this whole speech about doing something different and unique? Well, I did! I mean, I am. I decided to write letters to Louis that he'd never actually read. Then, I decided... why not write to other important people also... and you're important to me. Is that different and unique enough for ya?

You're my favorite teacher. You're cool, funny, intellegent, and inspiring. Talking to you was like talking to a friend, which was nice because I don't have many friends. You're my rock. I wish you were my english teacher every year. And sure, I got called teacher's pet all of the time, but I don't care.

One thing that I never told Louis was that you help me through the bullying also. (And when I say one thing, I mean one thing. I pretty much tell Louis everything almost.) You stand up for me when the others pick on me. As cheesy or strange as this may sound, your class is the only reason I like to go to school.

Maybe someday I can be a writer. A great writer like you. Or better yet, work in a bakery! Or better yet, be a singer as popular as Liam Payne! I'll just start out with working in a bakery. Thanks for everything, Mr. Malik.

Yours truly,

Harry