Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 50

When I told Harry that I had a surprise for him while we were in Cardiff, Wales, his eyes got bright and wide.

"A surprise?" he asks excitedly.

I nod. We had just got off the plane and were about to go to the hotel. I already told the other boys the plan and security, management, and all of them were okay with it. I'm surprised that management agreed, though. Especially since the other boys aren't coming with Harry and me. But since they heard that it wasn't in town where papparazzi would be, they were alright with it luckily.

"Just come with me," I say grabbing his arm and pulling him away to get our luggage.

"What's the surprise?" Harry asks jumping up and down like a child.

I smile at him with adoring eyes.

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise anymore!"

He sighs dramatically.

"Okay. Fine."

I chuckle as we grab the last of our bags. I can't wait to see his face once he sees the surprise I've been planning for him.

"Let's just say," I whisper as we walk out of the airport. "We're not staying at the hotel with everyone else."

He stops walking towards the van outside the airport with the rest of the boys and turns to me confused.

"What?" he asks raising an eyebrow.

"You'll see," I say with a slight smirk. "But we're still riding with them."

Confusion covers his face as I walk ahead of him to the van. I can hear him following behind me through the parking lot. We put our bags in the back with the rest of the boys' luggage. I close the trunk and get inside the van. I'm happy to see that the only open seat is next to Harry because Niall and Zayn took the window seats in the front and Liam sat in the middle of them. So of course, Harry and I have to sit in the back or one of us next to the driver (whoever that is today). I jump inside and sit next to Harry happily.

"Can you tell me now?" he whispers in my ear.

His breath gives me shivers down my spine. It takes my breath away.

"No," I whisper back, rolling my head to the side to look at him.

He huffs and pouts. Oh no. I hope this isn't the start of one of Harry's tiny tantrums. If the fans knew that he had these tiny tantrums, they'd probably think they are funny and cute. But truthfully, they are... both of those things. They can be scary, too, if he gets too upset. Most times, Harry is calm and happy. So when those tantrums occur, it's weird for us because we don't know what to do or how to react. Well, at least the other boys don't. I've learned how to deal with a mad, hyper, upset, and just plain weird Harry.

Suddenly, just as I predicted, Harry begins to whine and stick out his bottom lip, distracting the other three from their conversation in front of us. They turn to look at him right as one of the guys from Paul's team, Preston, enters the van to drive us.

"Pwease, Looouuuiiis?"

I ignore him. Zayn rolls his eyes with a smile on his face as the other two chuckle and turn away, begginning their conversation again. Preston starts to drive the other three to the hotel.

"Looouuuiiis!"

I sigh and shake my head.

"I thought you liked surprises."

"You thought wrong. PWETTY PWEASE?"

I shake my head again. This boy is unbelievable.

"Stop begging. You'll see soon."

"LEWIS. WHAT IS THE SURPRISE?" he yells, causing everyone else in the car to be completely quiet.

"Harold. Calm yourself," I whisper covering his mouth.

He hits my hand away and replies sounding annoyed,"That's not my name."

"And my name isn't Lewis."

"Well, it's close enough."

I snicker.

"Oh boy," Zayn mumbles before they all start conversing once more.

I look at Harry who is pouting. I chuckle. Poking his lip, he laughs and swats my hand away. Preston drops off the boys off leaving Harry and me the only two in the van.

"Please tell me, Lou. I can't wait," he complains as Preston drives on.

I groan. I can't wait either. This boy is annoying... In an adorable way.

"Stop begging, Harry. I'm not telling you."

"I can't stop thinking about it!"

"Then, how about I distact you?" I say smirking.

He raises an eyebrow.

"How?-"

I launch myself at him and give him a love bite on his neck. Only, this love bite is different. Instead of the usual fast and painful love bite we all give each other for fun, this love bite lasts longer. My mouth stays connected to his neck. I suck and nip on the soft skin. He almost pushes me away by placing his hand on my shoulder and giving me a little shove. Instead, he keeps his hand set gently on my shoulder. His head rolls back and he gasps for air. My hands slowly trail up his chest and grasp the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His hands settle on my chest, giving me tingles.

A hum starts in his throat, building up into a loud moan that escapes his lips. (And let me tell you, that was beautiful.) I think that's what wakes him back into reality. He pushes me away gently by my chest, staring at me with wide eyes. One of his hands go to his neck, feeling the love bite that left a dark mark on his skin.

"Ow," he whispers childishly.

I blush and look straight in front of me. Preston smirks and shakes his head, looking at me through the mirror. My face blushes beet red and I look down. After about thirty minutes, Harry whines,"How long does it take to get... wherever we're going?"

"We're here," I whisper in his ear as we both peer out the window.

His eyes go wide and have a sparkle in them. He grins a big toothy smile and leans closer to the window. As far as we can see there is green, green, grass. The only sight of architecture is a small cabin I rented for a few days... for only me and Harry.

"A house. In the country. In the middle of no where. Peaceful... I told you I wanted that someday... only for a little while," he whispers in shock.

He turns to me with his magnificent smile dancing across his face. He looks me straight in the eyes with happy tears glistening in his.

"You did all of this for me?" he asks.

I nod and grin.

"Do something no one else would do for me."

He hugs me tightly, latching his arms around my neck and resting his head on my shoulder. The hug feels so natural for us. Perfectly fitting together. Like puzzle pieces. And you need the other puzzle piece to be complete.

"Thank you, Louis. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me."

I put my arms around him, rubbing his back and nuzzling my nose into his crazy curls.

"You're welcome, Hazza."

He kisses my cheek playfully before pulling me out of the van to get our bags. He should really kiss my cheek more often. They make everything better and feel so perfect when they are planted on me. I don't know what the next two days hold, but I am very anxious to find out.