Angels and Demons (larry stylinson)

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Harry shot up in bed, stifling a groan as his muscles protested the quick movement. Though he was momentarily disoriented, memories from the night before came flooding back. Suddenly, the foreign bed he was in wasn't quite so foreign. However, it was still just as forbidden and dangerous, Harry reminded himself.

He stretched slowly, letting his stiff muscles ease into it. He gently rose form the bed, and headed towards the door. He waited a moment, listening for footsteps, or voice, any indication Louis was here. Though he has saved Harry's life, he was still a Demon, still a purely evil soul. So then why did he save Harry? He decided to leave the question to be answered at a later time, and, only after hearing nothing, opened the door.

Louis was not in the living room or kitchen. Harry continued to slowly go through the few other rooms of the flat checking for Louis. After surveying them all, he found that the flat was indeed empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, and only after a moment's hesitation, realized he needed to leave as soon as possible. The only thing holding him from leaving in that moment, was the loss of his phone. He wasn't even sure it was here, or in the street somewhere, or even back at the bar, but for what it was worth he'd check. He figured he'd have a few minutes before anything happened.

He decided it would be best to start in the bedroom, since that's where Louis had brought him. It was not left on the bedside table, or anywhere immediate. Clearly, Louis had hidden it on purpose, trying to keep Harry here. He began to panic, he started to move quicker, opening drawers, throwing himself under the bed, tearing off the sheets. It was not his intention to make the room a mess, but he certainly was.

Harry abandoned the bedroom, leaving it looking like a tornado had blown through. He left the sheets on the floor, the drawers thrown open, with clothes hanging out. The closet door was open and shoes were strewn across the floor. He mentally apologized to Louis, but in the long run, he didn't think it mattered much.

Harry began to think about how incredibly stupid he'd acted last night, or whatever night it was. He shouldn't have left Nicks house, sex or no sex. He knew how drunk he was, how he could barely locate his own hand, let alone his house. Only the stupidest of Angels ends up in the Demon slums, drunk off their arse.

Then those Demons showed up, and started beating the shit out of him, and he didn't even care. He should've just died right then. He clearly deserved it for being stupid enough to end up there in the first place.

The worst was letting himself, temporarily, trust Louis. He had to laugh at himself, thinking to how complying he was. Sure, he was practically dead, but he did nothing to protect himself. He'd let Louis strip him, and care for him, and give him medicine. For all Harry knew, Louis could've drugged him right then, and killed him. Then it would've all been over.

Now Harry felt even stupider, realizing he'd been staring at an open drawer for the past five minutes, thinking about how he should be dead, because he's an idiot.

"Perfect, I'll survive my stupidity from the night before, to be killed today, because I made a mess of his house" He muttered to himself. He pushed the few papers in the drawer around, beneath a large stack was a good sized box. It was possible, that his phone was in there. It was well hidden, after all.

Harry pulled out the box, then lifted off the cover. No, it certainly wasn't hiding his phone, but the contents still interested him. Inside were several stuffed envelopes, small trinkets, cards, and a journal. All of it looked rather aged. Harry had no idea how old Louis was, but he figured it was relatively high since he seemed to have superiority over the other two demons.

After emptying out the box, Harry started to look through the envelopes, dumping their contents out on the ground, and completely forgetting what he was actually looking for. There were hundreds of pictures, all in black and white. Though they were old, Harry could still tell which ones were of Louis as a child. There were pictures of many different little girls in dresses, and sometimes a kind, older looking woman. There were plenty of pictures of girls, but never a male, except for Louis. Harry figured that the girls where his sisters, and the woman his mother. They all seemed to have a resemblance to one another.