Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 74

Chapter 74

*Louis' P.O.V.*

I struggle to keep my eyes open through the interview. No sleep last night. It's been a month and a half since Harry and I were taken away from each other. It's been the hardest month and a half ever. It's harder than I thought it would be. I see him all of the time, but I can't touch him or talk to him. I'm lucky if I get to glance at him. I can barely do that without management glaring at me. It's difficult to stay away from the man I love more than life. Every once in a while I glance out of the corner of my eyes at the curly haired boy.

He is stunning. Especially today he is with his tight blue jeans, plaid shirt, and boots. I sigh loudly as the interviewer calls for commercial break. Niall continues to talk to the pretty and petite interviewer. Zayn stands from his spot next to me to go and talk to management who are off the side, watching our every move. I rub my temples. From lack of sleep, I have a massive headache. Just when I thought my day couldn't get worse. I get a small tap on the shoulder. I turn to see Liam with a slight smile.

He's been standing behind my chair the whole interview, patting my shoulders in comfort. I see him send glares at the interviewer as she talks to Niall. She playfully flirts with him. Liam looks back at me real quickly, acting as if he didn't just plan her death. He is hiding something. A familiar cough loudly rings in my ear. I peer next to Liam to see Harry, looking at his hands. He doesn't look up. He fears management. But I... I don't give a f*ck.

No matter what they do to us now, we'll win in the end.

"How are you?" Liam whispers.

I move my eyes from Harry to Liam rapidly. His own eyes are sad and tired just like mine and Harry's.

"Could be better."

He nods, slinging his arm over Harry's shoulders. Almost as if it were in slow motion, slowly and smoothly, Harry turns his alluring face to mine. His emerald orbs are dreary, yet engaging, as they lock with my eyes. This moment reminds me of merrier times when we would gaze into each other's eyes and everything would make sense.

*Flashback*

Harry and I finally make it inside the hotel room. Niall said he'd sleep with Zayn and Liam so we could have some time alone for the night.

"Lou Lou! Look at what I got!" Harry said excitedly, running clumsily to his suitcase.

He tripped over stray blankets on the floor and random articles of clothing that we forgot to pick up that morning. I smiled fondly at him as I shut the door behind me. Unzipping the bag, he hummed with enthusiasm. A bright yellow t-shirt is what he pulled out. He turned it around, revealing SpongeBob Squarepants on the front. I laughed loudly. I shook my head. What a child. One of the reasons why I love him.

"Nice," I sarcastically said, chuckling to myself.

I took out my pajama pants from my bag and began to strip down to boxers. Harry did as well. I could feel his eyes on me as I got changed. It made me a bit uncomfortable. There's always been a part of me that is a little insecure about my body, especially since I was revealing so much skin as I got changed.

"You sure are a sexy beast, Louis," he whispered, sitting on the bed in his boxers.

It was said so sweet and gentle. That's how I imagine him to be if we ever... You know... Had sex. Gentle, like he is with me all of the days of our lives. Ever since I met him. I blushed and pulled on the pajama bottoms before crawling into the bed myself.

"You're not so bad yourself," I teased playfully.

He snickered and lied down. I did the same. We faced each other, smiling small, our faces close to one another's. Into each other's eyes we stared.