Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 64

"It all started on the night of the BRITS... Remember that night?"

"How could I not?" Harry scoffs. "I cried myself to sleep after our fight."

I look down sadly and nod.

"Why did you cry?" I ask glancing up at him.

"I cry everytime we fight... You know that," he whispers.

Tears flood from his eyes, but he wipes them away before they fall.

"Yeah... I'm sorry."

"It's too late for sorry."

I sigh and look up at his sad face from the couch. I just need him to believe me when I tell him about alternate universe him. I don't want to lose my little angel.

"Anyways... That night when I was laying in bed, I heard you in the hallway and you said,'I love you, Boo Bear.'"

His head pops up, gawking at me, surprised.

"You remember what I said that night?" he asks shocked.

"Of course," I reply immediatly. "Those words consumed my mind... What did you mean by them?"

He looks at the ground again and shrugs.

"I guess I meant it as a friendly or brotherly way."

Slightly dissapointed, I nod in understanding.

"After I heard you say that in the hallway... Even though I probably wasn't supposed to hear it... I fell asleep... But when I woke up, I wasn't in the hotel room."

He raises an eyebrow, confused.

"Where'd you wake up?"

"On an alternate universe."

Harry groans and rolls his eyes, standing up. He doesn't believe me. Towards the door, he walks away from me. I jump foward, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back.

"Harry... Please listen!"

"Why should I?" he nearly yells.

"Because I love you more than anyone in the world and I don't want to lose you!"

He looks at my face. He sees how serious I am. I guess that's what convinced him to stay. He sighs, turning back to me. Yanking his wrist away, he stomps back to the couch and slouches in his seat. I am about to sit next to him until he says,"Don't sit by me."

He points to the recliner, not looking at me. He only stares at the ground blankly. I drag my feet over to the recliner chair and sit down. I stare at him still, but he doesn't return even a glance.

"Imagine waking up in a completely different world," I begin."You're in a house you've never been in before. You look out the window and don't recognize a thing. Wandering the house, you find a room with a small child who looks oddly familiar. Imagine finding out that child is your adoptive son that you have to raise and care for in this ludacris alternate universe. Sounds crazy, right? It is. Yet, it happened to me."

He looks at me and laughs in mock amusement.

"I was right!" he laughs. "I am listening to more of your bullsh*t."

"I'm serious! I woke up on another world! That little boy was you! I had to take care of you because you had no one else except for our neighbor- who happened to be Niall who was 16 at the time. I took care of you from the time you were six until you were 13. You were taken away from me then."

"Why?" he asks suddenly becoming interested.

"The child protection agency took you away because they didn't think I could handle taking care of you anymore. I couldn't believe you were gone."