Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

A smirk spreads across Niall's face as he reads the "tweets" I sent out. All four of them are sitting in Harry, Liam, and Zayn's hotel room on their beds. Niall and Liam on one and Harry and me on the other. Zayn sits in the small cushioned chair in the corner.

"This is brilliant, Louis! Taking a stand against management!" Niall says handing the phone back.

"Really think so?" I ask.

He nods excitedly.

"It's awesome!"

"What is the plan again?" Liam asks.

"After I told the fans that Larry was real," I begin. "I told them to meet Harry and me at the mall near our hotel tonight at seven 'o clock with Larry Stylinson posters protesting against management."

"You did tell them what mall it was, right?" Zayn asks playing around on his phone.

"Of course."

"What if Modest! deletes the tweets?" Niall asks.

"If they do, it won't matter. Thousands of fans already read the tweets. The word will go around like wild fire," I say.

"And if it doesn't work?" Liam says.

"It will!" Niall yells, making Liam jump. "How could management tell them "no" after tonight?"

"He has a point," Zayn adds from the chair.

Liam shrugs before saying,"I'll be there, too."

"Me, too. I'll even make a poster that says,"I Ship Bullsh*t." How cool would that be?" Niall says winking at me and Harry.

I laugh, but Harry stays silent, staring down at his hands in his lap.

"Are you okay?" I ask, putting my arm around his shoulders.

His pair of green eyes glance over at me before he whispers,"I have a bad feeling about this, Lou."

I raise my eyebrow. I nuzzle my head into his neck.

"We'll be okay, Hazzy. Just trust me."

He sighs, nodding slowly.

"Have you called Edward lately?" Harry asks changing the subject.

Edward is what we call the AU Harry when we're around the boys. I shake my head, smiling small. The other boys begin to have their own side conversations.

"You should," he whispers. "You've been away from him for months now. He misses you like crazy. I couldn't even imagine that. I can barely go an hour without you."

"I'm flattered," I mumble into his neck.

I kiss his cheek and stand up.

"I'll go do that, then," I say winking at him, walking out of the door, and into the hall.

Just as I do, my cell phone rings from my pocket.

"Speaking of "Edward,"" I laugh.

I pull out my phone, putting it to my ear.

"Hey, Hazza! You will not believe what I just did!" I say walking into mine and Niall's room.

"I'm not "Hazza," but I sure can't believe it either," the voice on the other side says.

I gasp and almost drop the phone. That is NOT Harry. Didn't see that coming. Should've looked at the caller ID...

"Dad... Um. Hi."

"What were you thinking?" my dad exclaims with anger present in his voice.

"I was thinking that I could stand up against management so Harry and I can love each other by having a "Larry March." Oh, yeah. That's what I'm calling it, by the way," I bravely reply.

I sit down on my bed, anger suddenly coursing through me.

"I did not raise you this way, Louis Troy Austin! What happened to Eleanor? She was such a sweet girl!"

I stand to my feet. That's when suddenly, I can't take it anymore. My face burns with heat as I grind my jaw.

"First of all," I begin trying to be semi-nice to my father. "My name is not Louis Troy Austin. Remember?"

"Yeah? But it's your birth name so that's what I'm calling you," he sasses.

Now you know where I got my sass from.

"Whatever you say, father... Secondly, I don't love Eleanor. I love Harry. I have for a while. Could you at least try and accept that?"

"I didn't raise you this way," he states again. "Gay is wrong."

"Excuse me?" I exclaim.

Does he really think that is how it works?

"No matter how you raised me, I would've ended up this way," I say more calm than before. "Being gay isn't a choice. It just happened. Love is love, Dad. I can't change even if I tried."

"I'm sure you could."

"That's where you're wrong," I say seriously. "I am who I am, Dad."

"And I don't like it."

That hurt. That was like a stab in the heart and he is just twisting the knife around slowly with every word that leaves his lips. It's hurting me. It's hurting so badly.

"Dad, please. I love Harry with all of my heart... Mum was proud of me when I told her. She was proud that I had the courage to tell her. Please accept me," I plead, close to tears.

I went from being strong and angry to sad and weak. I wipe my tears away quickly. Bravery. But this is probably the worst thing I imagined to happen in this situation. It would be bad if the fans didn't accept us, but it's even worse that my own dad can't . Because it's my dad. The one man who is supposed to accept me and support me. Only instead, he is shooting me down. I admit, it's be worse if it was mum. And I shouldn't be surprised since I've never really had a good relationship with him.

It's still painful, however.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore, Louis."

"Dad."

A click is all I hear over the phone as the call is ended. I sit there with my mouth gaped open. I hang up and drop my phone on my bed before laying back.

"Are you alright?" Harry asks, startling me.

I turn my head to see him in the doorway.

"How long have you been there?" I ask, sitting up again.

"Long enough," he smiles, sitting next to me.

His hand strokes my arm, making its way down to my own hand. His touch is gentle and loving. It gives me tingles and makes me warm inside, especially after my dad's cold response to me being gay.

"It was my dad," I mumble, shaking my head.

He squeezes my hand, rubbing his thumb against mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Harry looking at me with a sad expression.

"Not everyone will accept us," he whispers.

"I know, babe," I reply, looking down at my hands. "But this is my dad we're talking about."

He nods and gives a side smile.

"That really vacuums."

I laugh, turning to him, confused as hell.

"What the fudge?"

He chuckles and shrugs.

"It's the technical word for "sucks.""

"Technical word," I mock him. "Nerd."

He shoves me, making me laugh. I shove him back and he only falls back a bit before tackling me on the bed. He lays on top of me, resting his head in my neck. We tangle our legs together. I can feel his heart beating against my chest as I surround him in my arms.

"You have no idea how happy you make me," I whisper.

"I think I have an idea. You make me happy."

I smile. There's that warm feeling again.

"Louis?" he says.

"Yeah?" I question, tilting my head in curiousity.

"Why are we together?" he asks me in all seriousness.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"I mean," he sighs. "Why is it that God put us together?"

I stare at the ceiling, flashes in my mind coming back to me of the day we met. Flashbacks of times on the AU. The little things that add all up. And I grin.

"You know... When I was on the alternate universe," I begin. "The other you really opened my eyes. You made me realize things I never did before. It was all a very strange experience to be on an alternate universe... But it was worth it. Because of the alternate universe you, I realized that we are fate. We are meant to be together. If I would've never woken up on that universe, we probably wouldn't be together now."

He watched me as I talked with big green eyes and a smile across his face.

"I wouldn't be so sure," he whispers. "We are fate after all."

Again, I kiss his head gently.

"Can I sleep in here with you tonight?" he asks innocently.

"How could I say no?" I chuckle.

"And how can management after tonight?" he laughs. "I just want this day to be over. I want our freedom."

"Me, too, Hazza..." I mumble into his hair.

How could they say "no" to us after the stunt we're going to pull? The fans already know, media knows, it's talked about all over the internet, and "#LarryIsReal" was trending on Twitter. Tomorrow, we will no doubt have our freedom... And I sure can't wait. Let the "Larry March" begin...



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