Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 55

I walk down the hall of the hotel we are staying at quickly. Harry had told me that he wanted to see me alone in my room. Niall said that he was going to hang out with Zayn and Liam for a while in their room. And Harry said that he would be waiting outside mine and Niall's room for me. I am confused about what this is for. When he told me on stage that he wanted to see me tonight, it sounded serious, yet casual, if that makes any sense. I don't remember it that clearly. It surprised me. I'm trying to not overthink it. Overthinking kills happiness.

It's probably not even that big of a deal. Harry most likely just wants to hang out and chat. Have some Harry and Louis time. "Larry" time. But that doesn't make much sense. Why would he want to have alone time if we just did for two whole days? Does he enjoy my company that much? I'm not sure why anybody would want to hang out with me, though. I'm not that exciting, right? Plus, why would Harry want to be with me if he could be with anybody else in the world?

He could go off with someone more cool and better looking than... Well... Me. I, however, would choose to be with Harry over anyone in the world. But that is because Harry is funny, beautiful, and a great person to be around. He is also selfless, caring, and generous to everyone he meets. That is a great person that I wouls hang out with any day. I am not like him. I don't think I am like him. At all. Why would he want to see me... Alone? That is one thing I may never understand...

I yawn as I make my way up to the hotel door. Where is Harry? He said he'd be waiting. Maybe he is running late. Or forgot. Or found someone better to be with rather than me. I sigh and dig in my pocket for the room key. He probably bailed on me. I sure wouldn't want to hang out with me. I open the door and walk in.

The room is pitch black dark so I can't see a thing. I feel my way to my bed and sit down. I sigh loudly, laying on my back and swinging my feet off the end of the bed. I close my eyes at thoughts of Harry. When I close my eyes, I see him. I see Harry and his beautiful green eyes looking at me. His big, cheeky, smile. I can't stop thinking about him. About how he said his heart was mine. About him singing to me and exploring my body with his large, warm, hands.

Wanting to see me alone. But why am I completely alone?

"Lou Lou?"

My eyes pop open. I jump up and fall back onto the floor, startled.

"Harry? How... How did you get in here?" I ask bewildered.

"Niall gave me his key to get in so I wouldn't have to wait outside. Sorry I scared you," says Harry innocently.

"It's fine, Haz. Where are you? It's too dark. I can't see."

"I'm laying on Niall's bed."

Slowly, I stand up and shuffle my way to Niall's bed, bumping into things on the way. When I get there, I lay myself down on the bed, sprawling out my body. I do this only to have myself laying on something warm and muscular.

"Louis!" Harry whines. "You're on top of me!"

"Don't act like you don't like it!" I joke.

"I never said that I didn't like it! I 'm just uncomfortable."

I laugh as he pushes me off and next to him on the comfy bed. He keeps one of his arms around me as we lay there facing each other. Although it is dark, I can see his cute face in the darkness, smiling at me toothlessly. I lean forward and press a sweet kiss to his nose.

"What was that for?" Harry asks softly.

"I don't know. I guess I just felt like it. I want to make you feel special."

He begins to rub his thumb into my side and plays with the fabric of my sweatpants. I bite my lip before speaking.

"So... What did you want to see me alone for?"