Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

"Don't let me go..." Harry whispers weakly in my arms.

We sit on the carpeted floor of the store. In my arms, I hold my sad little angel that I'm losing all over again. I stroke his soft hair. Tears streak my face as I sadly reply, "I won't. Not until I have to."

I lean against the cold wall. He grasps my waist, hugging me close.

"Louis?"

"Yeah?"

"What's more painful? Losing me or alternate universe me?"

I think on this hard, coming to an easy conclusion.

"It's a tie. Losing him was like losing a son. He was my baby. And with you... It's an indescribable pain."

"You aren't permanently losing me... Remember? Our love is worth fighting for," he says sweetly, looking at me with big doe eyes. "I don't know about you, but I am going to continue to fight."

I smile at him and plant my lips to his cheek.

"I'll never give up on us."

He sighs, holding my face in his hands.

"Good. And you know... If you ever miss my face, you can just Google me," he says cheekily.

I roll my eyes.

"Pfft. Why would I miss your face?" I joke, making a disgusted look.

His mouth drops open before he slaps my arm.

Not funny, Tomlinson!" he exclaims. "I would for sure miss yours."

I laugh and cuddle into him, tangling our legs together even more than they were already.

"I will certainly miss you and your sexy face."

"I am sexy, aren't I?"

"No need to get cocky now," I chuckle, wiping my tears away.

I begin to absent mindedly play with Harry's larger hand, intertwining our fingers and feeling his smooth skin. I smell his clothes, trying to remember the scent. I don't want to forget while I'm away.

"Why do you love me?" Harry questions me so suddenly.

"What?" I ask, surprised.

I turn to him, confused, raising an eyebrow. Why would he ask such a thing?

"Why do you love me?" he asks again.

As I sit here, I think on that question. Why do I love him? Why is it that he is on my mind every moment of the day? Did I really need a reason?

"Harry..." I whisper.

I duck my head down, nuzzling my nose deep into the skin of his neck. I kiss his cheek slowly.

"You know... I don't love you because you're beautiful or nice. Or because you're the sweetest person in the world. Or because you're generous and kind to everyone you meet," I gush on about him.

He rolls his eyes playfully, smiling small.

"I love you," I continue,"Because I love you. I don't need a reason for that."

He smiles widely, exposing his dimples. But the smile slowly fades away.

"You're so honest to me... But I actually lied to you and the fans today."

He what??? He lied to me? Us, I mean.

"About what?"

"About when I knew I was in love."