Our Love Will Conquer (Larry Stylinson AU Angel!Louis Fallen Angel!Harry)

Chapter 6 (slightly mature)

Heyo peeps.

I didn't really plan it to end up like this. It was spontaneous, I guess. I have too many ideas.

Errm, I'm really on a Smut Trip right now, so here we got us some nice wet dream. Dreamed by Harry, of course.

HEY! I forgot Liam’s picture last time, but I put it into the last chapter’s multimedia. In this chapter, we have us our very own Harry Styles.

But, for you to know:

-Louis still doesn't know about Fallen Ones

-Louis is still a bit in trance, you can say

-Niall wants to escape

-I'm a piece of shit

Enjoy!

“Oh, fuck, Harry!” A shiver ran down the young Angel’s back.

“You’re doing so well,” Harry mumbled, running a hand over Louis’ white and silver wings and into his sweaty hair while he thrust into the boy. “So perfect.”

“Oh shit, dammit!” Louis groaned.

Harry thrust harder, loving the feeling of Louis hot and tight around him.

“Harry …” Louis threw his head back as Harry rammed into his prostate. “Oh, fuck!”

“Don’t be afraid of falling, babe. It will be good, and I’ll be here,” Harry whispered, leaning down.

Louis craned his neck up to kiss him and Harry easily obliged the Angel’s wish. Harry moaned against the smaller boy’s lips.

“I love you,” Louis mumbled.

Harry’s heart felt like it was about to blast as he said, “I love you too.”

Harry shot up into a sitting position in bed. He looked under the duvet and saw the tent in his boxers. He flopped down on the mattress and groaned.

But this was what he wanted! Louis was so damn innocent, it made Harry want to tear every piece of that apart. But, he had been in love with Louis ever since he had seen the winged baby in Niall’s arms.

Harry jumped out of bed and quickly entered the bathroom to take a cold shower. He was glad that he made Louis go into the guest room for the first night. He wondered how it was working for Liam and Niall.

Harry dressed in black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, black converse and a black bandana. He also put on his straps with his daggers. The Fallen Angel walked into the kitchen and started making pancakes when he heard a small yawn. He turned around and saw the young Angel pad into the kitchen, wings neatly folded, halo shimmering in a cloudy gold on top of his head.

“Morning, Silverwing. How did you sleep?” Harry asked.

“Good, I guess. Where’s Niall?” Louis asked, sitting down at the table.

“He’s with Liam, babe. We’ll visit them after breakfast.”

“Okay, yeah,” Louis smiled.

Louis wasn’t in that kind of … trance like he was when Harry got him. The young Angel hadn’t protested around that time, just snuggled into Harry. Now, he was out of it but he still didn’t try to escape. Harry finished the pancakes and put down a plate in front of Louis.

“Here you are, Silverwing,” Harry said.

“Thanks,” Louis mumbled and they began eating in silence until Louis asked, “Why do you always call me that?”

“What do I call you?” Harry asked.

“Silverwing. Why don’t you just call me Louis?”

“Because, my dear Silverwing, it is quite fitting. You have beautiful wings. I bet the other Angels are very jealous of you. This shape is rare.”

“You have the same …” Louis mumbled.

“Yeah, I do …”

They finished breakfast and Harry gave Louis clothes – dark gray skinny jeans, a dark blue t-shirt and grey converse. The Fallen Angel saw how uncomfortable the boy was with dark clothing, but Louis would stick out enough with his shining wings and glowing halo. They stepped out of Harry’s house and took off to visit Liam and Niall.

Hell was a lot different than Louis had expected. Of course, there was a lot of wasteland and stones and rocks, but there was actually quite a pretty part of hell where the Demons lived. Well, there lived the Demons with the feathered wings. Louis still didn’t know what they were. However, this part of Hell was quite pretty and nice.

Harry and Louis landed in Liam’s garden. Niall quickly rushed outside and hugged Louis, pulling him away from Harry while doing it.

“Hey, Niall, how are you?” Louis asked.

“I could be better, but okay, I guess. What about you?”

“I’m quite fine, thanks,”

Harry scowled at Niall who had an arm protectively around Louis’ waist, and the brown haired Angel leaned into his best friend’s side.

“Hey, Harry!” Liam called as he jogged over.

“Hi, Liam,”

Niall stared at the two of them with so much hate in his eyes. Louis knew that there was a story between the three of them. There had to be. Liam had said something about Niall missing him. Niall said that the two of them betrayed “us”. Whoever “us” was.

“We need to escape,” Niall mumbled.

“What?”

But before Louis could say much more, Niall took off with Louis in his arms and flew as fast as he could away from Liam and Harry.

“Niall!” Louis heard Liam shout beneath them. He turned his head to see Liam and Harry fly after them.

Suddenly, Louis saw Liam in front of them. He yanked Niall by his shirt’s collar and threw him on the ground. Niall lost his grip on Louis who fell. The young Angel spread his wings in a desperate attempt to slow his fall down until he crashed onto the ground next to a house wall, lying on the concrete upside down.

Louis groaned and Harry gave a small cry of fear.

“Are you insane!?” he shouted at Liam as he landed next to Louis, frantically taking his face into his large hands and stroked at his cheeks. “Louis, Louis, are you alright!?”

Louis coughed and tried to calm his breathing but nodded, getting lost in the black winged boy’s touch. That was until he heard Niall’s cry of pain.

Louis quickly sat up and saw Liam and Niall. Liam had Niall slammed into a wall, his hand hovering over Niall’s halo.

“Don’t you dare!” Louis shouted. He knew that Angels died when Demons crashed their halos. “I swear if you do that, I will rip your balls off and make you eat them!”

“Of course, Silverwing,” Liam mocked.

Angrily, Louis grabbed one of Harry’s daggers and threw it. It hit the wall right next to Liam’s hand.

“Don’t test me, Liam!” Louis threatened. “If you hurt Niall in any way, I’ll kill you and I don’t care if Angels aren’t supposed to!”

Liam let go of Niall who sent Louis a thankful smile. Harry looked at him with proud green eyes which made Louis’ stomach feel fuzzy. This had been totally worth it.

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Gah. I’m stupid.

Hehe, okay. This was this.

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Kisses, Vic :*