Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 41

June 17th, 2026

Alternate Universe

*Louis' P.O.V.*

I wake up from my slumber in the hospital bed to feel a boy's head snuggled into my neck. Who is this?

"Lou-Lou... Are you awake?"

Harry. I nearly forgot. I got my little angel back... and I'm in so much pain. I feel like I'm dying. I'd at least die happy. I have my lovely little angel.

"Yeah, love," I whisper.

I let out a small giggle as Harry moves his head and his hair tickles my neck.

"What's funny?" Harry asks amusingly, laughing and looking at me.

"Your hair," I say.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

I smile and pull him closer with my less-hurt arm. He slides his arm around my waist.

"The doctor came by when you were sleeping. He said you could leave whenever you're ready."

I nod.

"And Niall..." Harry continues. "He left 'cause he had to catch a flight back to New York. He said to tell you to get well."

Again, I nod and kiss his forehead. He peers up at me stares into my eyes. There he goes with those big green eyes. I get lost in them. Although, I like it. I could get lost in them any day. Wait. What are you saying, Louis? He was your foster son! If you date him, it would be weird.

You can't like him like that on this world. It would be wrong... Right? Or at least it would seem like it. I really do want to be with him. What if I never go back to the other world again? What if I'm stuck here forever? I guess it wouldn't be too bad. I have Harry... who I want to be mine.

"Do you really?" Harry asks, blushing.

"Do I what?"

"You just said that you wanted me to be yours," Harry whispers.

I raise my eyebrow and then hide my face, blushing. I said my thoughts aloud. I can't believe I did that. That accident really messed up my head.

"I think your head was already messed up," Harry says jokingly.

I facepalm. Again?

"Yeah, again," Harry says.

I roll my eyes.

"So... you love me, Louis?" Harry whispers.

I stare at him with wide eyes and freeze. How many of my thoughts did I say out loud? What do I say?

"I understand that I was your foster son, but I'm not anymore."

"But Harry..." I say. "You once called me daddy. Wouldn't it be weird to date someone you called daddy?"

"Kinda. Yeah, but-"

"And you age. On this world I'm 21. Forever. Won't it be odd if you're with someone who's 21 when you're, like, 40 years old?"

"I wouldn't care! Why does it matter to you either?"

I look down and shrug.

"It just seems strange."

"I really like you, Louis," He says. "I don't care about any of those things. If you felt the same way... Why would it matter? So... How do you feel about me?"

He looks at me with sincere eyes and smiles a little.

"I... I can't put into words how I feel," I whisper running my fingers through his curly and tangled hair. "You see... On the other world... I knew you."

He looks at me surprised.

"You were nineteen when I left and woke up here," I continue. "And I was in love with you."

"Are you still?" He asks in a small voice.

"I love you like crazy. I love everything about you. Everything you do. All of my thoughts revolve around you. You're so perfect."

"I'm not perfect."

"You are to me."

Tears fall from my eyes at the thought of Harry on the other world. I miss him in a way... even though he is right in front of me. That probably made no sense, but it would if you were me right now. The tears roll down my cheeks after my little bit of rambling about him. Harry looks at me with warm eyes and puts his hand gently to my face, wiping away my tears.

"Don't cry, Boo."

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this," I whisper, sniffling and then wiping my runny nose.

He stays silent as he stares at me.

"Be with me, Louis," he says. "If you feel the same way... then be with me. You took care of me for years. Now, it's my turn to look after you."

I look down at my hands. He inches closer to me and whispers in my ear,"Be my baby."

His deep voice sends those familiar tingles down my spine. Those same tingles I felt on the other world. The tingles that run down my spine and down my legs, making me weak to my knees. When I feel those tingles when he touches me or talks to me like that, I know it's something real. It's meant to be. The only thing holding me back from kissing him right now are the stupid stitches in my lip. Instead, I pull him into my arms tighter than before and whisper,"I will always love you... I'm yours forever. Our love is infinite."

He smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

I nod.

"Harry?"

He looks into my eyes once I have his attention.

"Yeah, Boo Bear?"

I put my nose to his and keep our eyes locked.

"I've always been yours."

Harry giggles like a child and a certain joy floods through my body. I've been waiting for this day to come. He kisses the corner of my mouth quickly. I couldn't be happier.

"Ready to go home?" Harry asks.

I shake my head.

"I just want to stay here forever."

"In the hospital?"

"In this bed with you."

He smiles and stands up. He blushes.

"You're sweet, Lou. We can cuddle in your bed, though," Harry says brushing my fringe from my eyes.

I nod.

"Do you think you can walk?" He asks in concern.

"Um... I don't know... My legs kind of hurt."

"I can carry you," Harry whispers.

"Nah... You don't have to do-"

Before I can finish speaking, I am in Harry's arms and he is carrying me "bridal style." We got a ride to our house and when we get there, we lie next to each other on my bed, talking. Talking about all that has happened since we were apart. He even talked about a girl he met that reminded him a lot of me.

"What was her name?" I ask.

"Leslie."

"Did you love her?"

He shakes his head as he stares into my eyes.

"I'm tired. Can we sleep now, Lou- Lou?"

I nod. Harry kisses my forehead before snuggling into my chest under the covers. Then, he says something. He says the last four words I remember hearing Harry on the other world say to me. I smile (a real smile) at the thought as I stare at the ceiling fan. I let those four words consume my thoughts until I drift off into a deep, deep, sleep...

"I love you, Boo Bear."