Trapped Angel - Larry Stylinson

Chapter Five

louis pov

"Cult of personality" I said.

He looked confused.

The bell went and u packed up everything. I looked up from the area I was cleaning and Harry was standing there with a paper clip in his hands.

"Hey" I said.

He jumped and then grabbed my wrist which made me wimper loudly he losened his grip so he was holding my hand and we ran through the school doen the stairs all the way through the corridors. We got a couple of funny looks but like I was thinking he is just a friend nothing else.

We finally stopped running and Harry opened a door which was a music room. It had a grand piano, drum kit,guitars and keyboards. Harry ran over to the grand piano and dropped his bag. I stood in the doorway.

"Come on sit here" harry gestured.

I shut the door and walkes over to where harry was sat, I put down my bag and sat next to him.

Harry started to play a tune. A couple of seconds he started to sing:

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone,

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

When Harry finished singing he had tears running down his face I quickly pulled him into a hug and shushed him.

I decided that was the song we was doing the poem about.

The bell went for the end of break.

Me and harry both had science biology.

I grabbed Harry's arm and he spun around.

"mmm,"

"what room are we in?"

"128"

"okay,"

We walked half way to science in silence until I broke a conversation

"Harry?"

"Yeah"

"Your really good at singing"

"mmm"

Harry went in first like normal and I followed him in. We sat in the back in the corner.  Like normal.