Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 78

Chapter 78

"We'll need new sheets."

"That almost sounds wrong," I mutter under my breath.

Harry laughs saying, "I heard that, you pervert."

I snicker as I think back at how this mess started. Well, after I told Harry to paint me like Jack, he actually tried painting me. Long story short: I made a smart ass remark, he splattered paint at me, it got on the sheets, I got mad and splattered paint at him, and now my bed looks like tie dye. I also got paint on myself as well as Harry. It's been a rousing day so far. Very exhilarating. And strange.

"Let's get changed," says Harry chuckling still and going to my closet.

Not only does he pull out sweat pants and a t-shirt for me, but his own clothes also. But it's my closet.

"Why are your clothes in here?" I ask muddled.

I take my clothes, beginning to strip down as Harry explains.

"I've been sleeping in here every night instead of my own room. The bed smells like you and this room reminds me of you. It makes me happy. You make me happy."

I beam in contentment when he says this. It reminds me how much he misses me when I'm gone. How much he yearns for my presence when I'm away. How much me being here means to him. After I pull on my clothes and he has on his sweats, I amble forthwith up to his exemplary body, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. He grins from ear to ear, holding my waist and pulling me towards him, pecking my lips moderately.

"I am so glad you're here," he whispers, his eyes bright and full of joy.

I chuckle, brushing his fringe from his eyes.

"I am, too," I agree. "It's way better than my own universe. Plus, I missed you."

A blush began to rise on his cheeks. He shifts his glance to the floor and simpers with his dimples deep in his cheeks.

"Did you really?"

I nod, twinkling devotedly at my boyfriend and continuing to play with his curls.

"Duh."

He giggles, rubbing his sweet nose against mine. The rest of the day is something momentous. We talked and talked about our future. We talked about living here forever with each other. Happily ever after like in the fairy tales. I don't want to ever go to the other world. I'm not as jocular as I used to be there and when I'm away from this universe, my little angel is unhappy. I wish things weren't so intricate. We spoke about music and TV shows. We laughed over old memories and laughed so hard that we cried.

Harry also "fanboyed" over Liam, which was quite hilarious to watch.

"He is such a talented performer and freaking HOT!" Harry had said, referring to Liam as we watched his new music video on the laptop.

We were both curled up on the couch, buried in blankets and legs entwined.

"But not as hot as you, of course," added Harry quickly. "Liam's beauty is nothing compared to yours."

My face got red. Covering my face with my hands, I leaned onto one of his broad shoulders.

"Aw! Harry! You cheese ball."

Two hours later and we're still on the couch. Our limbs are tangled together and it is becoming strenuous to keep my eyes open.

"Tired, Lou?" whispers Harry.

My head rests in his lap comfortably. Slightly, I nod, not wanting to relocate.

"Here.. I'll give you a piggy back ride," Harry offers, nudging me a bit to get up.