Guardian Angel (Harry Styles and Niall Horan)

S I X - LOVE

S I X -  L O V E

"Y-You're m-my guardian Angel?" I asked.

Harry nodded, giving me a faint smile.

"I'm here to watch over you, that is, until you're your self again."

I still didn't believe this.

Standing up, I shook my head. Crossing my arms over my chest, I stared at him. "If you're the real Harry, where's my-"

"Right side of your lower-back."

I stopped.

That was too easy.

Anybody could've guessed that, right?

"What am I all-"

"You're not allergic to anything, and if you were, you'd be dead by now, baby."

Harry sighed, "Layla, it's me."

I looked down, "Maybe."

"No, there isn't a maybe, this is real, this is the truth."

I tried walking through him, but I stopped.

As if he was actually here, in person. I couldn't touch him, but he could touch me.

"Why does it matter if it's real, it only matters if I think it's real."

I walked into the shower, and looked over my shoulder at him. "Next time, warn me when you want to watch me shower."

Harry's lips spread into a wide grin, " Well, I'm letting you know now baby."

***

After I came down from my shower, I found Harry 'sitting' on the couch, watching tv. "First you appear, now you set up house?" I questioned, crossing my arms. Harry looked towards me,"If I wasn't dead, you'd have been in trouble for that."

I rolled me eyes.

"Don't make me call a priest."

Harry started to laugh,"I'm an angel, Layla, not a demon."

I had to admit I was excited and pleased to have him here now. I hope he sticks around for a while.

I couldn't help but feel stupid. I mean, if anybody else was here with me, they'd think I was looney. I am talking to a couch.

"They still play this on tv?"

Harry's squeal drew me back into reality, and I looked at him. "Damn, they still play Dora The Explorer?"

I giggled.

He's still a big kid, mhm.

"You've been dead for three years, Harry, not a century."

"You'd be amazed by how fast time passes by in Heaven, Layla. If I wasn't here with you right now I would probably playing dominos with Michael Jackson and -"

The phone rang, interrupting him. I picked it up, answering the call.

"Laylaaaa!" A familiar high-pitched squeal told me it was Kayla.

"Kayla," I smiled.

"Oh, hell no."

I looked over at Harry who was giving me a weird face. "Hang up the phone!" He growled.

He never really did like Kayla...

But, he never told me why.

"How are you holding up, mamacita?" Kayla asked, in her deep latino accent.

"I'm fine," I nodded,"I just have a visitor."

Kayla squealed, and I held the phone away from my face.

One day I am going to go death from her squealing.

"Ooh! Who is it?"

I looked over at Harry, and he was staring at me,"Har-Nathan. My new friend Nathan..."

I looked down.

I could tell Kayla was smiling,"Ooh! I swear boys fall-"

"Umm, Kayla... I'll call you back later." I said quickly, hanging the phone up before she could respond.

That hit me like a bullet.

Harry wasn't really here.

"Layla, you okay?" Harry asked, a concern look washing over his face.

I sat on the couch next to Harry, glancing down at my hands. "W-Why are y-you here?"

I felt his hands on my back,"I'm here to make you happy again, baby."

I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks as he spoke those words.

"You don't understand! That's not...it's impossible! I won't be happy unless I'm with you again."

Harry moved a pillow for me to put my head on, and I rested my chin on the top, hugging the pillow close to my physic.

All I want is him..

That's all I want..

"Do you love me?" I asked him.

"Of course. Ain't no doubt about it."

I softly nodded, tears trickling onto my pillow