My Angel ( A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic)

First Time

Louis is jostled awake by the bed shifting.

It takes his sleepy brain a moment to realize that this means something is wrong.

Louis' eyes snap open and he nearly topples backwards when he sees green staring right back at him, wide with shock. Louis lets a frightened sound escape his mouth and he scrambles to get out of the bed, backing himself up against the wall underneath the window. Glitter falls from his glowing body, lands in shining pools at his feet and in pathways to where he sits, and Harry stares, jaw slackened, at Louis' shaking form.

"Don't hurt me," Louis says,voice small and close to breaking, "I'm sorry, please - please don't be mad,"he begs, eyes wide and fearful, tears brimming there and threatening to spill.

Harry seems to shake himself out of whatever stupor he's in, rolling out of bed on the opposite side and holding his hands up cautiously. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he responds,voice rumbling and hoarse with sleep, "I just - where did you come from?" He asks, laughing a little hysterically, breathlessly.

"I, uh," Louis stammers, swallowing, "I crawled through the window?"

"You - what?" Harry breathes, clearly frazzled. His gaze dances from Louis to the open window, realization dawning on his features, "That window," he says dumbly, blinking a few times and shaking his head as though trying to clear it. He fixes Louis with his stare once more. "I - I don't understand," he finally says, running long fingers through the tuft of curls on his head. Louis sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, trying not to cry. "Why are you here?"

"I - I just,"Louis says, but has to stop himself, for his voice is strained and he can't seem to get the words out, "I get scared," he finally manages, searching Harry's face for anger, or some emotion other than confusion or shock.

"Scared?" Harry repeats slowly, as though trying to make sense of it in his own head. He takes a very careful step forward, gauges Louis' reaction, and then takes a few more and crouches down so he's closer, could almost touch Louis if he'd stretched his arm out all the way. "Of what?" He asks, cocking his head.

"The dark," Louis answers quietly, watching Harry's expression soften. "I - I live in the forest," Louis tells him in a whisper, "But it's quiet,here and - and I feel safe with you," Louis says, trying to will himself to stop shaking, seeing as it's coating the floor fairy dust and making a mess that Harry will have to clean up.

"Oh," Harry says softly, shuffling forward but stopping when Louis pushes himself back against the wall, fearful,"It's okay," Harry whispers, keeping his gaze trained on Louis', "It's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you." He lifts his lips at the corners, offering Louis a kind smile. Louis' eyes flicker from Harry's hand and then back to his face, nervous and frightened but wanting to touch Harry all the same. "What's your name?" Harry asks quietly, hand still outstretched.

"Louis," the boy responds quietly,keeping his own hands tucked around his waist.

"I'm Harry," Harry says, then adds,"I'm really not gonna hurt you. I wouldn't do that to you." Louis looks at him warily, swallowing thickly, and Harry continues, "Would you please give me your hand? So we can sort this out, yeah?" His voice is calm,posture and expression friendly. Louis eventually reaches for him, tentatively clasping the ends of Harry's lithe fingers in his tiny hand. Harry gives him an encouraging smile and helps him to his feet, leading him to sit down on the bed. Harry,himself, drops to a crouch in front of him, giving Louis enough space to feel comfortable, but Louis keeps Harry's fingers clutched firmly in his hand, afraid to let him go. He allows it to rest on his knees as Harry thinks about what to say.

"Am I in trouble?"Louis asks worriedly, "Ididn't mean to - to - "

"You're not in trouble,"Harry says, cutting him off,"Why would you be?"

"I - I snuck in," Louis whispers, as though it's still a secret, "I'm sorry, I mknow I shouldn't have."

"Stop apologizing," Harry says, running a thumb up Louis' palm, "I'm not angry with you. I just - I was a bit shocked," he explains, his smile careful, "You're not from here, are you? You're not, uh, like me."

Louis swallows, slowly shaking his head. Harry breathes out slowly. "You're - a sprite," he guesses.

"Fairy," Louis responds, attempting a smile, "You were close," he grants, "but sprites don't have wings."

"Right," Harry breathes, clearly trying to keep himself in check, "Right, of course. Sprites don't have wings." He laughs, a little beside himself, and nods quickly. "You said - you live in the woods? The ones up the hill?"

"Yes," Louis says.

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