Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

*Harry's P.O.V./Flashback*

On the day I saw the boy again, I was stressed. I couldn't stop thinking about whether or not I'd make it into the next round of the X Factor. I wanted more than anything for that to happen. It was my dream. As much as I loved doing it, I just didn't want to be stuck working in a bakery forever. And truthfully, I'd much rather be a musician than a lawyer. Basically, I was overthinking everything. I had to get away. So, I entered the bathroom to get away from all of the people and clear my head. That's when something happened that I will never forget.

Not paying attention, I bumped into a boy with chestnut colored hair... Thank God I wasn't paying attention, otherwise, I would've never bumped into the him. Whether or not I bumped into him, I would've noticed him. How could I not? His blue eyes shined so brightly... And as I stared into them... They began to seem familiar. But where did I know them from? I had never met this boy... Right?

I might've seen him around... But the hair seems almost too familiar. Where did I know him from? I studied his face intently. He seemed to be doing the same to me. I ignored it, however. All I could think at the moment was, "Who are you?!"

"Oops," I finally said.

I probably sounded like such a child. What sixteen year old says that? "Oops." Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Hi."

His voice caught me off guard. As he spoke, I watched his lips.

I sighed, taking one last glance at the boy, admiring him and every detail about him. He sat on the ground, cross legged and taking a drink of water. His blue eyes sparkled. His long eyelashes fluttered. And those lips, I was going to miss those.

The singing competition. The Rogue. The angel on the stage. The prayer.

I looked away finally and dragged my feet over to the rest of my band. Inside my head, I prayed to God with all my heart.

"Please let me see him again. If it's meant to be, we'll see each other again. Right? Please God..."

God answered my prayer. It's meant to be! I smiled at him before we walked our separate ways. I fixed my hair underneath my beanie as the other boy dried his hands. So badly I wanted to say something... But I couldn't. I'm usually confident with girls (and boys), but for some reason, I was suddenly nervous. Nervous I'd do something stupid. Although, I already said "Oops" and sounded like a freaking three year old... He was looking at me.

In the mirror, he was staring at me with those big blue eyes. At first, I didn't know what to do. I only smiled big at him hoping to get the same in return. But something even better happened. We smiled at the same exact time, looking into each other's eyes. I couldn't believe that it was happening. I actually saw the boy again. At the time, I had just gone through a bad breakup... The breakup that scarred me. It made it difficult to trust anybody after that.

In that moment... I hoped with all that I had that this boy was someone I could trust. He ducked his head down shyly, smiling and blushing before he exited the bathroom. I sighed and stared at the door in awe. That wasn't the end of what I saw of him. Hours later was the start of something beautiful. Big. Successful. One Direction. All five of us stood on the stage in front of the judges with a girl group to our right. We had our arms around each other, already comfortable with one another's presence. I didn't know what was happening, honestly.

Then, they told us that they decided to put us together as a group. I was more than thrilled when they said that. I thought it was the end of my X Factor journey, but then they tell us this wonderful news. Immediately, I leapt into the older boy's arms, whose name, I learned, was Louis. I spun him around and set him lightly on the ground. We had some sort of connection right off the bat. I guess because we had seen each other in the bathroom hours before. But for me, it was something deeper. He was the angel on the stage whose lips I wanted to kiss and eyes I would love to get lost in over and over again. The feeling I got when I held him in my arms and spun him around was something so magical and comfortable.