Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 54

After we eat, we are silent. We look at each other with happy eyes. We sit on the love seat. Our eyes are having a conversation. I don't know what they are saying, but I feel the love. The hope. Something I can't describe. He is so beautiful. Everything about him. Even his flaws are perfect.

All of them. His talking very slowly. His random walking around naked. When he takes forever to say something and by the time he is done talking it makes no sense. Those are some of the things that he does that get under my skin, but I love anyways. When he talks slow, it's sexy. I like what I see when he walks around naked because every inch of his body is perfect to me. Everytime he takes forever to say something and it comes out making no sense, I find it quite funny and adorable. It's those tiny things that make me love him so much more. Even his four nipples are cute to me.

People think they are strange, but I like strange. He also thinks that his nostrils are huge and his nose is weirdly shaped. His nose is fine the way it is. They way I like to describe it is as a cute button nose. A lot of people may disagree, but they don't see him the way I do. Harry licks his dark lips slowly. He lays his legs over mine and they entwine like twigs caught on a vine. His hands wander up my chest. His fingertips tickle me as they slide their way up. My hands go over his as he moves them to my collar bone.

My hands travel with his as he explores my body. As they caress my cheeks, I get shivers down my spine. He stares at me with love. Harry Styles may or may not... Actually love me. I smile. His fingers feels my lips. He is feeling me almost as if he is blind, but he can see me perfectly fine. He has just never felt me like this. It feels perfect. His large and warm hand touching my face is comfortable.

I drop my hands from his and slide them down his arms. His hands touch my eyelids gently after I close them. Suddenly, I feel his hands in my hair, taking my breath away. When I try and get the words out, they just come out as little mumbles. I keep my eyes closed. I don't know what is happening right now, but I like it. A lot. I breathe in his scent. He even smells perfect. Hope that isn't weird.

In my ear, he begins to whisper-sing the lyrics to a song I've never heard before.

"Now you were standing there right in front of me. I hold on. It's getting harder to breathe..."

The lyrics are sweet. His voice gives me butterflies. Butterflies way better than the ones I get while on a rollercoaster. Or the nervous butterflies I got when I performed at school or before going on stage. These butterflies... Are the best. He suddenly begins to sing what I'm guessing is the Chorus.

"Don't let me. Don't let me. Don't let me go. 'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone."

Oddly enough, those are the words I remember speaking when I prayed on the alternate universe. Except now, he is saying them to me. His voice quivers. I open my eyes. I see tears in his. He pulls me into his chest and hugs me. With my ear to his heart, I can hear and feel it beating.

"That's for you," he whispers.

"What is for me?" I whisper back.

"My heart."

I can't hold back my smile. Does he mean it? The butterflies get better. I hug him back and smile to myself. That is something I've always wanted to hear from him, but never thought I would hear. He somehow kicked all my walls in... And I like it. There is no doubt in my mind that I will stay so deeply in love with him. He leans down and kisses the top of my head. Tingles. Butterflies.

Sparks. All of the things I feel with him and no one else. For the rest of the day, we talk about One Direction, love, mistakes, and other random things. We laugh so hard that we cry and cry so hard that we laugh. Every moment we enjoy with each other. I don't know what the future holds for us or if we'll ever be together, but I like what we are right now. Best friends. Might I add, best friends who love to cuddle and kiss each other's cheeks. That's the best thing about our friendship. I told him that I loved him, but not a thing changed.

Except now, he loves to hold my hand and cuddling more than before. Today, I even told him things about my childhood like he did for me. I told him about my past girlfriends, my love for drama class in school, and something else that I felt uncomfortable talking about. I felt like I needed to tell him, though. Eleanor. I told him about how I used her. How guilty I feel. I told him how I love him, but didn't want to before. How I wished I was straight. But after a while, I began to realize that I loved him so much and shouldn't be ashamed.

And I'm not.

"I would scream it out to the world if I could!" I say.

Harry laughs and shakes his head.

"You could try," he says jokingly. "But I don't think management would like it very much."

"They can't stop me now."

I stand up and open the front door of the cabin. I walk outside on the front porch with a big smile.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks, walking up behind me.

"I LOVE HARRY STYLES!" I scream at the top of my lungs and stretching out my arms.

Harry laughs from behind me and when I turn around, he has his ears covered up. I walk inside, closing the door behind me and laughing to myself.

"You're a crazy one, Tomlinson."

"Why, yes I am, Styles."

That night, we make something simple for dinner. Soup. We somehow still managed to make a slight mess. We went for a little swim again, but since it was sort of breezy outside, we went inside sooner because of the cold. We layed in bed with twice as much blankets because we were freezing. That was the only difference between last night and tonight. Other than the fact that I fell asleep in his arms rather than him falling asleep in mine. Things are changing and I like where they are going. The next day, we wake up immediatly realizing that today we had to get to the hotel and Preston was picking us up at 9:00 A.M. It's 8:40.

We rush around, putting our things in our bags and getting ready as quickly as we could. We run outside five minutes late where Preston is waiting impatiently.

"Sorry," I say as we enter the van.

"It's fine," Preston replies.

He drops us off at our hotel. We have enough time to eat a small breakfast and settle in our rooms. Then, about an hour later, we are picked up to go soundcheck. In the van, I talk to Liam about his mum. He says that he told the others about her. I could tell that he was trying his best not to cry. I keep my arm around him for comfort the whole ride. I still avoid Zayn, but when we are around the fans or we are filming for the movie, we act as normal as we possibly can. I kind of miss Zayn. I'm not the best at being able to tell these things, but from what I could tell, Niall's smiles look fake.

His laughs are forced. I feel bad for him, but I don't know what to do to help. I hope I can figure something out. I want our happy go lucky Nialler back. Nothing much happened in soundcheck, but something did happen during our concert that almost made me die with happiness. After "Last First Kiss," Harry looked at me while I fixed my ear piece and said something I couldn't make out.

"What?" I say leaning closer.

He pulls me close and whispers in my ear,"I want to see you tonight. Alone."

I pull away, not knowing what to say. I can only nod.

"Okay," I finally speak.

Then, we turn away from each other. Why does he want to see me tonight? We were going to see each other anyways, but... Alone?