Guardian Angel [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Eight

"-Excuse me, Father," Zayn's voice came, approaching the elderly man at the altar. Thank you so much, Zayn, I thought to myself, pretending to pray at my usual spot. "My name is Aaron, and I'm a priest-in-training from Winsconsin. I'm on travels with my family, and I was wondering if I might learn a bit about your church while I'm here." Zayn always had been the best with the American accent, and he had never been anywhere near this church- there was no way the Father would recognize him.

"Ah, of course," The priest smiled, straightening Zayn's clerical collar. "I'm Father Ashton, and welcome to our church, my child."

They shared a few whispered words I couldn't catch, but my mate smiled and- as soon as the elderly man let him go- crossed over an set his hand on my shoulder. "How are you, my child?" He acted, pretending to gain Ashton's trust. 

"I have a unique situation," I whispered, watching as he sat next to me. We shared a knowing smile.

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"Ah, Aaron," Father Ashton smiled, quarter to midnight. "I got a call from my brother. I trust you to finish up your prayers and lock up; here is a key. You may leave it on my porch when we're done."

Zayn nodded, smiling and taking a small metal key. I was watching from the window, Liam and Niall holding my hands. As soon as the man left, Zayn waved us in and I bolted to the altar.

"What time is it?"

"11:53," the blond responded, checking a watch on his wrist. "We have seven minutes to get ready. Happy almost birthday, just in case we get carried away."

We spent about five minutes setting up candles and sprinkling holy water on the top of my head.

"Okay, Louis," Liam said, exasperated. "If this doesn't work, nothing will."

"One minute," Zayn sighed, taking his boyfriend's hand. "We'll stand outside, try not to disturb you and whatever."

Finally, I was alone. I watched the clocks tick and heard the church bell strike midnight.

"St. Raphael," I whispered, putting my hands together. "I've come to get my Guardian Angel back."

A breeze of cold air made me open my eyes. The church around me had disappeared, and I was in a pure white room, kneeling in front of a youthful yet stoic man. 

"Yes, Louis William Tomlinson?" He boomed, his voice naturally empowering. "You've come to futily retrieve your Angel. What might you have to say?"

"I-is Harry alright?" I choked, my voice weak. 

He eyed me over, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "You know, out of all the humans that have come to see me, you're the first to purely care for your Angel. Yes, he is alright. He has spent the last week doing nothing but watching you."

Letting out a sigh of relief and smiling, I felt more relaxed. "I- I want him back. He was taken from me wrongly. I wished for him to have his own free will and then he- he saved me, and he was taken." Debate had never been my strongest subject, but I knew I was right and that alone could help me win. "I request he be returned to me immediately."

The man let out a rich laugh. "You wished for your angel to have free will?" I answered with a nod. "How unique. You have feelings for him, do you not?"

My face pinkened. "I- I just want him back."

"That was not my question."

"Okay, dammit, yes. I have feelings for him but honestly I just miss him and it hurts and he needs to come home!" I yelled, fighting a sob. "He means more to me than you could understand."

The Saint smiled. "Yes, you make take your Angel back."

"I- what?"

"You may have him back. I was wrong in retrieving him."

"Thank you."

"Awaken,"

His voice ruptured throughout my body and vibrated down into the floor.

I jerked forward and found tears streaming my cheeks. My body felt light and airy, and I was able to stand without any problems. I heard the door click behind me but I found no problem ignoring it. 

"Harry," Whispering to the air, I smiled as the familiar feeling ran my body over. Arms wrapped around my neck, and a warm body covered my own. "You're back."

"No, Louis," he murmured, his tears falling onto my shoulder. "I'm home."

I love my Angel.