Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 40

June 17th, 2026

Dear Harry,

I have secrets, too. I guess I could tell you the truth. You told me the truth in your letter. So, I will in mine also. That only seems fair. I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you as well.

Truthfully, you were in my boyband on the other world. An older you. You were nineteen when I left. We were best friends. That's why I agreed to take care of you instantly. Why I was immediatly comfortable around you.

On the other world, I was in love with you. But on this world, it's different. You were my foster son. Sure you aren't anymore, but it would still be wierd if we got together. I, however, do love you no matter what and always will.

You'll read this someday hopefully. Just know that I would want to be with you, but on this world, it would feel wrong. Right, but wrong. I love you, Harry. Always remember that. I love you more than any person should ever love another human being.

Always,

Louis

June 17th, 2026

Alternate Universe

*Harry's P.O.V.*

I pull into Louis' driveway and take out my phone as I shut off the car. Still no text from Louis and no car in the driveway. I guess I'll wait. It's not like I've been waiting for years for this day or anything. I sent a text to Niall also telling him to come to Louis' house. I would call, but my phone isn't working well. I miss Louis so much. I can't wait to see him and live the life with him that we used to have. The life with bad cooking because he can't cook very well, random singing around the house, constant cuddling, holdng hands, and movie night with Niall every Sunday. I may be older since the last time I saw him and I've matured some, but I still want those things.

Those simple little things that I've missed. I could never do those things with Ed. Well, I could've, but it wouldn't have been the same. There is suddenly a knock at the car window. At first, when I look at the man, I don't recognize him.

"Niall!" I yell in excitement jumping out of the car when I come to realization who it is.

He pulls me into a hug and we stay like that for a bit. He kisses my cheek. Then, when we pull away, I see his worried expression.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Louis is in the hospital," he says.

"What?'

He grabs my arm and pulls me into his car that is parked behind mine. He begins to drive away as I ask one question after another. My mind is racing. Louis is still an idiot. Driving and texting? Yeah... That's safe. (Sarcasm.) I can't believe he did that. What if he doesn't make it? No, Harry. Don't say that.

He'll be okay. Maybe the accident isn't as bad as you're imagining. Or at least I hope so. If he doesn't make it, I seriously don't know what I'll do. Go and live with Ed again? I didn't buy a flat or anything. I'm going to live with Louis like he promised I could once I graduated. That's been my plan since I was fourteen. To go back to Louis so we could make up for the time we were apart. But I can't go back to Ed.

I mean, I love Ed. He's a cool guy who is super intellegent, unique, and simply amazing. Ed is not Louis. Therefore, Ed could never replace Louis. Just like Leslie could never replace Louis. No one can replace Louis. Just... no. Louis is my best friend and has a very special place in my heart. If he were to die, a part of me would feel like it's missing. I wouldn't... I couldn't go on without him. He is the reason that I'm still alive.

There were so many times when I was younger and getting bullied that I wanted to end my life. I couldn't find a reason to live. Until I thought of Louis and how much it would hurt him if I left the Earth. Louis is the reason that I'm not dead. He can't die on me. If he does, I at least want him to die in my arms so I could be with him. But I'd much rather grow old with him. Or ar least me grow old. Louis doesn't age on this world. Like Edward from Twilight.

Louis is of course way better looking than Edward, though. Probably sweeter. And has a more beautiful voice than Edward. Niall pulls up to the hospital. Right as he parks, we hop out and run as fast as we can up to the hospital anxiously. Once we make it to the front desk, Niall says to the nurse quickly," Excuse me. Where is Louis Tomlinson's room?"

"One moment," the nurse says searching for his name.

Niall puts his arm around my shoulder comfortingly.

"Tomlinson, correct?"

Niall and I nod. She gives us a room number and we thank her before quickly running, searching for Louis' hospital room. We find it. Inside, a doctor stands by the door and before we can reach Louis, the doctor says quietly, "One at a time, please."

Niall and I look at each other.

"Go ahead, Harry," Niall whispers.

We smile sadly before he leaves the room. Louis' eyes are closed. He has a few bruises on his arms and face, a bandage on his forehead, and stitches on his lip and one of his arms. That's all I can see, however. The rest of his body is covered by a blanket. There may be more injuries under that blanket.

"So you're Harry?" The doctor asks suddenly.

I nod, confused.

"It's just that the patient has been saying your name in his sleep for the past hour. He also said something about a... a little angel," he says before he leaves the room.

I look at Louis' sleeping body in surprise. I bring a chair up to the bed and sit in it, taking one of his warm hands in mine. I'm so happy to see him, even though it had to be this way. He looks like a sleeping angel. Peaceful with those thin yet plump, soft, pink lips parted slightly. His long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. I use my other hand to brush his messy chestnut colored hair that is ruffled into a mess out of his face. His messy hair is actually almost sexy.

"Harry?" Louis whispers.

I look from his hair to his face and smile. He returns a smile weakly.

"Put your arms around me," I say. "I'm home."

I kiss his hand that I still had grasped in mine.

"Cuddle me, Harry," he says with a hoarse voice.

"There isn't enough room on the bed," I say.

Tears fall from his eyes as he lets out a pained laugh.

"Then, I'll make room."

He painfully scoots over and pats next to him on the bed. I smile before taking off my shoes and climbing into the bed with him, making sure not to hurt him. In hold habit, we got into our regular position. My head is on his chest and our hands intertwine. We don't talk. We can do that later. For now, we just lie together as Louis sings quietly, stroking my hair.

"You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head, spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night..."

I can't believe he still remembers. That was my favorite song before I left. I always hoped that we'd still sing it together once I was older. How did he know?