Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 43

February 21st, 2013

I wake up, yawning and rubbing my eyes. Feeling around for Harry, and feeling no one, I get upset. Where is he? And where did the ceiling fan go? Why aren't my blankets fluffy? Why do I hear snoring? Harry doesn't snore that loud. I become panicked and sit up quickly. This looks like a hotel room... Why am I in a hotel room?

Why aren't I feeling any pain from the accident? Who is this snoring in here? I look over at the other bed. Niall? He looks 18 or 19. Whoa, whoa, whoa... He was nineteen when I left... my world! I grab for my phone and unlock it. It says 9:23 AM... February 21st, 2013. The day after the BRIT awards! Was all of that on the alternate universe some kind of very long dream?

It had to be, right? No way is that even a possibility. Although, it seemed so real. I could feel and smell and it lasted for years, yet only a night. That's strange. Time here didn't pass at all. Only a night. It's like it was a dream. A very weird one. What if it really is a sign? What if it's true? Harry and I are supposed to be together. Destined to be. Niall's snores break me out of my trance. I jump up and run over to his bed, hopping on my knees.

"Nialler! Wake up! I'm back!" I yell.

He grumbles something and pulls the blanket over his face.

"Niall! I'm back!"

He groans and pulls it down.

"What are you talking about? Where did you go?" He asks with his eyes half open.

"It's a long story," I laugh. "Just get up and give me a hug!"

I stretch out my arms only to have Niall cover up his face again.

"Why?"

"Well, breakfast will be over soon downstairs soon so you need to get up anyways."

He sits up quickly and gives me a hug before racing out of the room... in only his boxers. I chuckle. He comes back moments later and goes to his suitcase looking for clean clothes.

"I'm going across the hall."

"To go see Harry?"

I smile and nod, slipping into a pair of TOMS. I walk out of the room in my cotton pajama pants and white t-shirt. As I walk across the hall, I fix my hair and knock on the door to Liam, Zayn, and Harry's room. Harry and Zayn share a bed. They do a lot. It used to be me. I miss sleeping with him like we used to. Feeling the heat of his body and having the scent of his skin fill my nose. Most times we wouldn't even cuddle like you're probably imagining. We'd just lie by each other, breathing in the same air and feeling the body heat of the other. That is almost as good as cuddling.

Just having his presence is a blessing. Comfortable. Pure awesomeness. I am glad that I got that on the alternate universe.

"Harry? Zayn? Are you up?" I ask knocking again.

I didn't ask for Liam because I know that he's probably already downstairs eating or outside greeting fans or something along those lines.

"Anyone?" I whisper.

No way that Zayn is up yet. Unless someone forced or bribed him out of bed.

"One second..." I hear a groan on the other side.

I excitedly wait for him to get to the door.

"Zayn!" I say as the door opens.

He glares at me with sleepy eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Um... Well, I was wondering if Harry-" I say trying to look past him.

"He went down for breakfast," he interrupts shaking his head and running his fingers through his bed head.

"Alright. Thanks, Mr. Malik," I reply about to walk away.

"Wait. What?" Zayn asks.

I turn back around and blush in embarassment.

"Sorry... I meant Zayn," I say laughing nervously. "You know... You'd make a great teacher."

He smiles and cocks an eyebrow.

"You're acting weird... but thanks... I guess."

Chuckling, I nod and give him an awkward hug. It wouldn't be awkward if he actually hugged back. Grumpy pants.

"You're welcome, Zayn."

I walk away down the hall to the elevator, pressing on the button to go down. I am so excited to see my little angel. He looks even more cute in the morning. His morning voice is sexy, his hair is messy, and his eyes are half open. He is always beautiful, but especially in the morning. When the elevator opens, Liam stands there with a smile on his face right as he sees me.

"'Morning, Louis!"

"Good morning. I was looking for you," I say as I enter the elevator.

"Really?"

"No, but I am glad to see you."

"I'm guessing you're going to see Harry."

How do people know this stuff? Liam rolls his eyes and is about to leave the elevator before the door closes. I grab his arm and pull him back in.

"What?" He says as the door closes.

"I wanted to tell you something important." I reply.

"What would that be?"

"Well," I say as the elevator moves. "I want to let you know that you are an incredible singer and performer. I think you'd be just as good alone as you are in the band. I don't think you get recognized enough for it."

His eyes go wide.

"Wow... Uh, really?" Liam stutters. "That... Um... That means a lot coming from you, Louis. Thank you."

I shrug.

"You're welcome. I mean it."

"That's nice of you to say, but I'd want to stay in One Direction no matter what. Being a solo artist would be boring. I'd have no one to share my experiences with. This band is one of the best things that has ever happened to me."

I grin and hug him. It wasn't awkward, unlike with Zayn, because Liam is actually hugging back. We release each other from the hug as the elevator opens again to the lobby. I smile at Liam and enter the main level in search of my beautiful best friend.

"Hey, Louis. If you're looking for Harry, he's making breakfast over there," a girl from stage crew says pointing at the breakfast area.

"Thanks," I mumble.

Why does everyone just assume that I'm looking for him?! But who cares. I see him. The back of his curly brown hair, but when he turns around, he is shorter. Seven years old again. Dimples and short, straight, brown hair. This same thing happened on the day at the zoo on the alternate universe. Only, he was seven at the time and I suddenly imagined him as the 19 year old Harry I left on this world. Now, he's nineteen and I'm seeing him as the cute seven year old on the alternate universe. And now when I blink, he is nineteen again.

Tattoos, plump lips, and beautiful green eyes. Sexy as always. Why did this happen again? My imagination goes crazy sometimes, I suppose. Harry smiles small at me. He walks away to sit at a table and eat. What was that about? Why didn't he say anything? He usually greets me by saying, "Good morning, sleeping beauty!" making me blush. Even if he is in a bad mood he smiles real cheekily.

Then, I remember. Last night after the BRIT awards, Harry and I got into an argument... and I need to fix it... and make that little angel mine.