Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 47

February 22nd, 2013

"Hey. Hey, Louis. Louis. Hey. Wake up. Hey. Hey, Louis-"

"Hmm..." I groan rolling over and putting the pillow over my face.

"You need to get up. We've gotta go soon. We're performing at O2 Arena today. Yay!" Niall says excitedly.

I groan again. I don't want to get up. On the bright side, I get to perform again. I feel like it's been years! It kinda has been... And I get to see Harry today! Woop woop! I love that boy. I feel kind of hyper, by the way. I don't know why. Although, on the alternate universe, the last thing I remember doing is drinking lots of soda with Harry right after he gave me his new cell phone number. Weird.

"Come on! Get up! We have a big day. First day of Take Me Home tour! Come on!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I'm getting up, Ni," I say, pulling the pillow off my face.

"Yay!" He yells running out of the room as fast as he can.

The door slams behind him. I sigh and get up. He's right. This is a big day. I'm super thrilled about the Take Me Home tour. I hope I remember all of the lyrics to the songs. I always had trouble with "Teenage Dirtbag." And now that it's been years, who knows how good I'll remember the song lyrics. I get changed onto a plain blue t-shirt, a dark blue hoodie (with the strings tied in a bow for the fun of it), light blue jeans, and white sneakers. I don't bother putting my hair into a quiff.

I just leave it down. I wash my face and brush my teeth before quickly finishing packing my bags. Minutes later, Niall comes in with a plate of food.

"I thought you'd like this," he says handing me a plate.

I look down. Blueberry waffles, eggs, and toast... in a sandwich. That's... unique? Gross?

"Thanks, Niall. Yum!" I say forcing a smile.

"Try it!" He says nodding to the "breakfast sandwich."

I pick it up and slowly take a bite. Prepare yourself, Louis... Holy sh*t. What did I just eat?

"Mmm! It's good!" I lie, trying not to gag.

"Really?" Niall asks taking the plate and laughing. "I think it's terrible."

He hands me a napkin before throwing the food away. I spit out the bite and look at him like he's crazy.

"Why would you feed me that, you douche?"

"Because it's funny," he chuckles.

I slap his arm.

"You're lucky you're cute or else I'd hurt you worse," I say picking up my bags like Niall.

"Aw! I'm cute?"

"Not the point."

"But you do think Harry is cute."

I freeze and drop my bags. How did he...?

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"You think Harry is cute," Niall says plainly with a blank expression.

How the hell did he figure this out? I've never told anyone that I liked him... On this world. Do I make it that obvious?

"Um... sure," I say casually, picking up my bags again.

"Stop acting stupid, Louis," Niall says, opening the door and closing it behind us.

We walk side by side down the hall.

"I'm not acting. I'm always stupid," I mumble.

He sighs and shakes his head.

"You're always an idiot, but you're not stupid and neither am I."