Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 42

I'm dreaming. I see Harry. And me. Memories like flashes. A kaleidescope of memories. All of my favorite memories. Beautiful memories. I see birds. Flying. Free. But I feel trapped...

"Life's all about moments of impact and how they change our lives forever."

I see One Direction. All of us standing on stage after we were put together. But most of all, I see Harry. I always knew there was something special about him. It was love at first sight (as cliche and cheesy as that may sound).

"Fall head over heels, find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find them? Well... You forget your head and listen to your heart."

What are these voices in my dream trying to tell me? Is it Harry? Is Harry the one? The "someone" who loves me the same way back? Weird part is, these voices in my dream are from romantic movies that I've watched with Harry. Like The Vow. Is that another sign? Wait. What is that? My scrapbook.

I see the pictures on the pages. The one of Harry at age 6 wearing the bra (I'm still not sure where he got that...). Him at seven in his swim trunks and one of my favorites when he was eight. Picture day. I still remember that day clearly. He got up earlier so he could get ready and we were still somehow late. Another picture from his ninth birthday with his oversized hat and little cake. One of my other favorites when we were on our way to Liam's concert.

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Age 11 when he was at the mall, sipping on his drink with really pink cheeks. Age 12 when he was at school. He texted me the picture one day. Age 13. The picture I took of him before he was taken away from me.

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I don't like to remember that day. Age 14 when I found the picture of him on the school's website. White Eskimos. I even wrote underneath the picture "swag on." Then came the last picture of him at age 15 that was emailed to me from Ed. He sat there with a pink guitar and a smile on his face. He looked sort of tired, but more adorable than ever.

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"It was a million tiny little things that when you add them all up, it just meant that we were supposed to be together..."

*Flashback*

"Can you tell me about you last band member?" six year old Harry asked peering up at me.

We were lying in Harry's bed cuddling like we did every night. The only band member that I hadn't told him about at that point in time was... himself. I was hoping that he'd forget about it. But I once told him that I was saving the best for last. No wonder he didn't forget. He tapped on my shoulder.

"Louis... Are you going to?" he asked innocently with big green eyes.

"Um... Well, It's getting late. I don't want you to get to bed too late."

"But Lou! You tell me a bedtime story every night!"

"I know, sweetie, but-"

"Please, Boo?"

I sighed and ruffled his hair.

"Okay, okay."

"Yay!" Harry cheered.

He lied down on his back, looking up at me with a smile. I returned a grin. I was afraid at the time that I might've said something that made it too obvious that it was him. But I took a stab at it. He, however, was six at the time. I didn't think he'd really figure out it was him I was telling him about.

"The last member of my boyband... is my best friend," I whispered.

My eyes wandered the room. I was scared that if I looked at him I would say the wrong thing.

"When I first met him, I literally didn't want to let him go. I wanted to see him more, hold his hand, and tell him a bunch of sweet things that he hasn't been told before. When we were put together in the band, I couldn't believe that I could actually have the chance to do all of this things. As time went on, I discovered who he was. Who he really was. I loved who he really was."

"Did you love him?" Harry asked.

The question caught me off guard. I looked at him and into his pretty eyes.

"What?"

"Do you love him?"

I smiled and put my arm around him.

"Yes," I said before kissing his small forehead. "I love him so much."

*End of Flashback*

Maybe all of these things I am seeing in my dream right now, mean something big. Maybe all of these things added all up, really do mean that we are supposed to be together. After all of these years, there have been these signs that Harry and I are meant for each other. I've just been too blind to actually see it. I've always wanted to be with him, but I never tried to do anything about it. This could be a sign that we are meant for each other and I need to get him before it's too late. He is already mine on the alternate universe, so why should I be worried? I don't think I'll ever go back to my world. Harry is mine on the alternate universe. That's all that matters... I think.

"...It was like coming home."

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Home.

I see the birds again. Flying away. Free. That's how I want to be. I know what the caged bird feels. However, I want to be like those free birds. I want to get Harry as mine in my universe and show the world how I feel. To show him how I feel. I am not ashamed. I am Louis Tomlinson and I love Harry Styles.

"I love you, Boo Bear."