Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 51

"This is beautiful, Louis!"

"I know, Harry. You've told me five times already."

Harry giggles and sets down the bags in his new bedroom.

"Well, it is. A swimming pool in the back, huge beds, a fancy kitchen, a cushioned toilet seat-"

"You're excited over a cushioned toilet seat?" I ask him with raised eyebrows.

"Why not?"

We both laugh before I sit next to him on his bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Harry staring at me. Is there something on my face? I touch my face. There's nothing unusual there. Then, I feel a hand that is not mine touching my cheek gently.

"I wish I had cheek bones like you," he says with a smile and wonderous eyes, admiring my cheek.

He touches my skin with his fingertips, touching me like I might break if he touches me any less gently. I look at him and roll my eyes.

"Harry. Your face looks perfect the way it is."

His cheeks go red. Making Harry blush never gets old. I don't think it ever will. He stands up and begins to search the room, curiousity taking over. That means that he'll start asking questions.

"Why do we have seperate rooms?" he asks casually.

Didn't think he'd ask that question. What does he mean? Why is he wondering? He has to be kidding me. He turns around to face me, waiting for an answer. He's serious?

"Um... Don't you want seperate rooms?" I ask slowly.

He shakes his head.

"I'd rather sleep with you... If that's okay," he says shyly, sitting next to me.

"Of course."

He grins from ear to ear and looks at the carpeted floor below our feet.

"This may sound crazy, Lou, but..." he starts.

"What?" I ask anxiously.

"I feel lonely without you."

"What do you mean?"

"There could be a thousand of people around, but if I don't have you, I feel lonely."

I sit in shock at what he said. Harry usually doesn't say things like that. Especially to me. Harry isn't usually one to say how he feels. He can't usually find the words to say, so he shows them... Or writes them a song. I guess music is the only way he can express how he feels through words. Apparently, that changed today. Then, I take a risk and say what I'm thinking.

"This may sound crazy... but I feel the same way."

He bites his lip to keep from smiling and nods.

"That's good."

I smile and to break the awkwardness I say,"We still have the night. What do you want to do?"

He looks up at the ceiling as if he is thinking. His eyes get bright and he peers at me with a big toothy smile.

"Could we swim?"

"It's dark out."

"And?..."

"It's dark out."

"So what? That is perfect for skinny dipping."

"Skinny dipping?"

"Yeah. You know? Where you take off your clothes and-"

"I know what skinny dipping is. I just don't want you seeing me naked."

"We've seen each other naked before. How is this any different?" Harry asks, taking my hand and pulling me from the bed.