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

Chapter 8

Hiiiiii! How’re you feeling?

My life is strange and horrible but great and just fuck this.

I don’t have Skittles and I want some.

A vein under my eye I always had kinda … opened? So now it looks like someone punched me in the eye. Cool. Doesn’t even hurt.

MY BEST FRIEND LOVES STORY OF MY LIFE AND SAYS LOUIS' VOICE IS ANGELIC EVEN THOUGH SHE ISN'T A DIRECTIONER! GAAHHH! AND SHE SHIPS LARRY!

This chapter is first Harry’s POV of last chapter plus something else, kay?

Kay.

Enjoy!

 

Harry and Liam sat down on the couch as Niall dragged Louis into the bathroom. Liam sighed and played with his fingers.

“It hurts, Harry,” he mumbled.

“I know, Liam. But I’m sure Niall loves you.” Harry said, placing a gentle hand on his best friend’s thigh.

“If he loved me, wouldn’t he be nicer to me?” Liam looked like a lost puppy.

“He’s hurt, Liam, you need to understand that. He thought he could protect you from the stuff that Josh had told us with denying his love for you. But then you left, and I think he was heartbroken because now meeting you would be wrong. Liam, you need to understand that it’s as hard for Niall as it is for you. Give him time. He will admit his feelings soon, I know it.”

“What if he leaves me again? What if he actually takes Louis with him this time? Niall never liked the idea of falling and I’m sure he still doesn’t. And he most certainly doesn’t want Silverwing to fall.”

“I know, but he can’t control that, Liam. I will make Louis fall, sooner or later. He was meant for me, you know?”

“That’s what you said with Alan,” Liam said.

“Shut up, Alan was a mistake that I took care of. I don’t want him to be mentioned again, okay?” Harry said.

“Okay, okay, calm down, tiger,” Liam teased, raising his hands in defeat.

Harry sighed and pulled a small picture out of the inner pocket of his leather jacket. He looked at it and couldn’t help the sad smile.

Shown where four boys: Niall, Harry and Liam themselves, and Harry’s former crush Alan. When they were Angels. Harry’s and Liam’s white wings were captured on the photo. Harry stood there with an arm around Alan, a boy with purely silver wings that had the shape of an eagle’s wing.

Harry put the picture away when suddenly, there was a sound of his bathroom’s door’s lock, and another sound.

“Wasn’t that your bathroom window?” Liam asked.

“Shit!” Harry yelled and jumped up, racing to the bathroom door.

He tried to open it but the handle didn’t let itself be pushed down. After about two minutes of trying, Harry let his inner demon out to break the door down.

No-one was in the bathroom, the window was wide open. On the ground, there lay one of Harry’s silver daggers. The one with that Louis had almost stabbed Liam. Harry picked it up and closed his eyes, only to open them again as fully black ones. An animalistic growl ripped through Harry’s throat.

“C’mon, Liam,” Harry said.

The two of them climbed out of the window too and saw the two Angels flying towards the hole in the cave’s ceiling. The two of them took off quickly, flying after the two fleeing boys.