Angels and Demons (larry stylinson)

XVIII

Harry watched Niall's face contort with shock, and surprise, and the other thousands of emotions he figured were coursing through his veins. He watched as Niall fell back in the chair, throwing his arm over his eyes, shaking his head. Harry dropped his own head into his hands; he didn't want to be looking when Niall finally came back up to look back at Harry.

They sat there in silence for quite a while. Harry tried to gather his thoughts, figure out what he was going to say to Niall when he started asking questions. How was he going to explain the whole thing, which started out as just a fling, and then turned into this deep burning passion, passion that now broke Harry's heart to think about. There were no words to describe it, to describe any of it. God he had gotten himself into quite the fucking mess now.

"Harry" Niall finally started, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry Harry but, you're fucking what?" Harry could tell he was shocked and angry just from the way his words came out.

"I'm in love with a Demon" Harry mumbled out again. Thinking back to yesterday, telling Louis he loved him over and over, it was such a rush. It made him feel alive and on fire, and so good. Now having to choke out those words killed him. It felt like every time he said the words they tore out his heart, they choked him, and gaged him, and punched him in the stomach, and had him by the neck.

"Right, okay. You're in love with a Demon. You are aware of the fact that we aren't even allowed to talk to Demons? Right!? You know that? That we aren't supposed to interact with them in any way at all. None. Like technically making eye contact with a Demon is illegal. But you're in love with one? Is this like some Romeo and Juliet shit, where you just love his face and you've never actually spoken, you just sort of stalk him? Please tell me that's what this is. I can work with that." Niall said and this time Harry almost laughed.

"No, Niall, I haven't been stalking him. If anything he stalks me" Harry paused and smiled, thinking about the times, seemed like forever ago, when Louis would appear out of nowhere, middle of the day, middle of the night, and steal Harry. Back then everything was fun, and right, and there was no harm done. "Not in a bad way. He's never done anything bad to me...well....now..." again, Harry felt like he was choking.

"Harry I need you to tell me everything." Niall said firmly, and this time Harry did look up to face Niall with a smirk. "Jesus, no, okay, not everything. Skip that. I really don't want to hear about your illegal Demon sexual escapades. Damn it Harry." Niall laughed.

"Alright. Everything but the sex. Which is amazing, if you really want to know, or not know, whichever. I won't tell you about this great thing he does with his tongue when he-"

"STOP! Harry focus on the issue at hand please. Try and forget his tongue" Niall shuddered, Harry laughed "and tell me about the relationship, because I'll remind you one more time, it's illegal to even look at a Demon, yet you tell me you're in love with one. So please Harry. Enlighten me."

"Okay. So a few months back when I was saving someone, it was this big fiasco with a stolen purse and a chase and she was going to get hit by a car, but obviously didn't because I saved her, but I still tried to get her bag from the obvious Demon that had stolen it, so I chased after him, and then sort of tackled him and when he looked up at me, and I was, you know, on top of him, there was just something there. I tried to put it from my mind, I think I told you about him actually. I knew I'd never see him again, so it didn't really matter if I found him fit, it'd always just sort of be my little dirty secret. Then one night, the night Nick, you and I all went out drinking, and I took Nick home, he offered to let me stay but I declined, and ended up getting beaten up by a bunch of Demons, and Louis was there and he saved me. He didn't even know me but he saved me Niall. Obviously he couldn't be all bad if he fucking saved me, and that was all I could think about, was how he honestly couldn't be that bad."