Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 62

I don't have these moments often, but this is one of those moments. A moment when you want time to freeze so that moment will last longer. A moment where you want to relive it over and over again. That moment happened when we kissed. That was one of those brilliant moments. I could say words can't describe it, but I could always try and describe it anyways. It was perfection. There was nothing wrong with the kiss. Nothing. The only wrong part was when we had to pull away.

Other than that, it was the best kiss I've ever had with any human being. Never a girlfriend. Never with any girl at all. I always thought that kissing a boy would feel weird until I kissed Harry. But I wouldn't want to kiss any other boy other than Harry. I want to be his last kiss and I want him to be mine. Taylor Swift said that he kisses like a snail or a slug or something along those lines. She probably meant that he kisses slowly. But just like I said once, he does a lot of things slowly. This only adds to the list.

Plus, I like that he kisses slow like that. It's kind of romantic. It's nice. I don't know why Taylor would say that. I guess she didn't enjoy it like I did. In addition, fast and sloppy kisses seem sort of gross. Really gross actually. I'm not much of a kisser, but I've really always wanted a kiss from Harry. So many kisses. I don't know if I'd ever get tired of it.

The kiss we shared was, like I said before, perfect. If every kiss we share is like that, how could I ever get tired of it? When we leaned in, we at first paused, staring into each other's eyes hesitantly. I only grabbed the back of his neck and anxiously pressed my lips against his. His lips felt smooth and plump against mine. Slowly, his lips moved in sync with my lips. He was gentle with me. It was like everything unraveled for us. We didn't have to force anything. It was natural.

We were letting love do what it does and try not to overthink. We simply... Kissed. It was something beautiful and wasn't awkward. It felt like it was meant to happen. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces. It no longer felt like we were two people. It felt like it did when the band was formed. We were now one. The rest of the world no longer mattered. I no longer heard Niall's guitar or Liam singing or Zayn's back up vocals.

All I heard was the quiet smacking of our lips. I no longer saw the pretty lights on the trees or the candles or even the rose pedals scattered everywhere. I only see the back of my eyelids and the sight of Harry's handsome face in my mind. I don't know what made the kiss most special. Maybe it was the fact that it was Harry. Or that it felt like it was meant to be. Whatever it was, it was special. I know that much for sure. Our heads tilted at the same times. His hands wandered up my back, giving me shivers down my spine.

My hands stayed around the back of his neck. Absent mindedly, I played with one of his curls while we kissed, twirling it in my fingers. I'm not sure how long we kissed, but it had to be for a while. By the time we were done kissing, the song they were singing was over. I was too caught up in the incredible kiss that I wasn't paying any attention to how long it actually lasted. They started singing "Truly Madly Deeply" by... Well... Us. Once the kiss was over, we were both in shock of what had just happened. We stared at each other surprised. I couldn't read his expression, though. He looked like a mixture of shock, happiness, and confusion.

I don't know what he would be confused about, but I just went with it. He bit his lip and looked down. I stare at him with a blank expression now, even though I am feeling so many emotions inside. I continue to play with the strand of his hair. He looks to his left, turning his head away from me. I walk closer as we begin to sway in place again to the music. I nuzzle my nose into his cheek, pressing my forehead to the side of his face.

"What are you thinking?" I whisper.

A smile plays across his face and he turns his head, resting his forehead against mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Liam leaving with his phone to his ear and walking down the dirt path. I ignore this, however and put my eyes back on Harry who is still grinning.

"Are you going to tell me, Haz?" I ask cheekily.

He only smiles even wider and pulls me close by my waist.

"I'm thinking about how I learn something new about you everday," he says.

"What did you learn today?" I ask.

He kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear,"That you're a really good kisser."

I blush. I rest my head on his shoulder as we sway to Niall's guitar slowly and now only Zayn's beautiful voice. Harry gently rubs my back. He really thinks I'm a good kisser? Well, I'll tell him something that I've learned, too.

"I learned something, also," I say into his ear.

"Yeah? What would that be?"

I lean away and look into his big emerald eyes.

"That I really want you to be my boyfriend."

He smiles wider than ever before. Then, he bites his bottom lip, ducking his head, embarassed.

"I want to tell you something, but I don't want you to freak out," he says shyly.

"Alright," I whisper with a slight smile. "Go on."

What could he say that would possibly freak me out?

"I've trusted you more than I've trusted anybody else... Other than my mum," he laughs. "I want to grow old with you and raise a family with you. I want to go through all of the bad times and good times with you by my side every step of the way. You're my best friend. You have been ever since we were formed into One Direction. I just never thought..."

He pauses. He looks into my eyes.

"I never thought that you'd ever fall in love with me like I may be falling for you."

I am almost speechless.

"Why would you think that?" I ask quietly.

"I never thought you were gay or bisexual or whatever you are," he laughs.

I smile.

"You're the only guy I've ever liked. But if I'm going to be completely honest with you, I've never liked someone as much as I like you," I say softly and nervously. "I've never felt this passionate for someone like I do for you. In fact, I think... No. I know I'm in love with you. I've been feeling this way for too long and my feelings only get stronger everyday. I love you."

He stares at me in shock, more speechless than I was before.

"You don't have to say it back," I assure him. "Those words have a strong meaning... So, you don't have to say it."

Smiling small and nodding, he quickly leans forward for another kiss. Our noses bump into each other. We both chuckle and tilt our heads, gently pressing our lips together. And yes. If you're wondering, I did feel butterflies, sparks, fireworks, and all of those other cheesy things like they talk about in the movies. You know, like when the two lovers kiss and they say that it feels like it's meant to be. That's what the kiss feels like. I guess Harry was right. Life can be like a movie. Behind me suddenly, I can hear Liam come back over crying uncontrolably.

Harry and I break from the kiss. I turn to Liam who says between sobs,"I'm going back to the hotel."

He turns about to leave before Harry stops him.

"Wait! What happened? Was it something about your mum?"

I turn to look at Niall and Zayn who stare at Liam with worried expressions. Niall walks over to his side amd puts a comforting arm around Liam. Liam nods, wiping his eyes.

"She got her MRI results..."

That is all he needed to say. His tears gave away what the results were.