Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 52

I walk down the hall into the kitchen where is Harry is making tea, dancing around, and singing our song, "Heart Attack." His voice is really beautiful... And his dance moves... They're hilarious. What I am seeing is only one of the examples of why we don't dance on stage like most boy bands. Well, at least choreographed dance routines. We only attempt to dance.

"And I'm like- OW!"

I stifle my laugh and cover my face with my hands. He swings his arms around and continues to make tea. The music coming from his phone suddenly changes to "Everything Has Changed" by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran. I think Ed is the real reason why he loves that song. He sways from side to side. I walk closer. He still hasn't noticed me, but I am enjoying what I am seeing while I can. He mouths the words and closes his eyes while the tea warms up. I look at his lips as he mouths the words. The way his lips curve and pucker up when he sings.

His lips so pink and plump. I wonder sometimes what it would be like to kiss them. To taste them. I smile to myself as his forehead crinkles up at the high notes and he lifts his head up trying to reach them. He is cute when he does that. When I look at him, I see everything I ever wanted. He forgives me and loves me no matter what I do. I have all of my hope and faith in him. He is like a dream come true. I love him so much.

With all my heart. I can't deny it. Like our song says, he is "irresistable." I walk up behind him, putting my arms around his stomach and pull him closer. He jumps and then relaxes into my embrace. He trusts me. I put my chin on his shoulder, watching as he makes the tea. He leans his head into me and smiles. I smile back.

"Good morning, Hazzy," I say keeping my arms comfortably around him.

"Good moring, sleeping beauty! Is Hazzy a new one?"

I chuckle, nodding.

"Yeah. It's cute."

"Cuter that Hazza?"

I shrug.

"Hazza. Hazzy. I honestly like Harry the most."

He puts his hand on top of mine, intertwining them. Leaning his head back, he giggles. If I were anyone else seeing this, I would think we were a couple by the way we are hugging right now. Remember when I said that a hug around the shoulder means that you care? Well, a hug from behind means that you'll protect them and never let anyone harm them. I hope I am strong enough to protect him. I can be weak. I am weak. But I try to be strong for my Harry.

"Louis is an even cuter name," Harry says.

I blush and lower my head, resting it on the back of his shoulder. His skin is warm. I wish that I could stay like this forever. With him in my arms and hands intertwined. It's comfortable. Natural. Perfect. I don't think friends do this. I'd never do this with the other boys or even my best friend, Stan. The thought of that is weird.

"Is everything okay, Lou? I heard you talking on the phone with someone this morning. It sounded pretty serious," Harry says pouring tea into two cups.

"It was Liam," I whisper as he picks up the cups.

I (sadly) release him from the hug and he hands me the mug before we sit in the livingroom on the small love seat. I rest my legs across his. I begin to speak again.

"Liam wanted me to tell you that... His mum has cancer."

Harry's mouth drops open.

"Holy crap."

"I know. He said that on one of our free days he would go and visit her if he could."

"Wow... he says still shocked. "I hope everything will be okay... Maybe we should go to the hotel so we could be there for him and-"