He's Talking To Angels (Lirry Niam Ziam Lilo)

Chappie :))))

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God

Let me give you my life.

Ok sorry. XD that song is just beautiful.

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Liam is now in the hospital and Harry is looking for him. Harry's head was pounding. He may be an angel but when he's on earth, he can feel every emotion including pain. He was worried about Liam. Needless to say he fell in love with Liam. Zayn has too. Also Niall and Louis.

It's weird. The boy wasn't even old enough to know what true love was and four grown "dead" men fell in love with him. Harry and Zayn saw each other saw as competition. Louis on the other hand refused to recognize his feelings for the chocolate eyed boy.

Niall... He always watched Liam. He stopped the boy from dying after all. He made the 911 call.

It was scary. If either one of the boys admitted to anyone that they loved another boy then they would confess one of the most dangerous sins.

As well as being removed as angels and being forced into Hell.

Harry knocked on a random door. Cautiously looking at it. 'Please be Liam. Be Liam... LiamLiamLiamLiamLiamLiam'.

The door opened slowly and there Liam was. In a wheelchair, looking as beautiful as ever. "You looking for someone? Come in, the building is on lockdown.". Liam urged, rolling backwards. Away from the door so Harry could step in.

"You look like Justin Bieber.", Harry murmured with a small smile and Liam sighed.

"Yeah. So.. Who you looking for anyway?"

"You"

"But I don't know you..." Liam pondered.

Harry sighed. "Yeah, well erm.. See. I heard about an accident you been in and I'm a.. A.. Psycologist. I'm here to talk to you".

Liam grumbled something. Harry didn't hear it with his ears but he could tell he said, "Fuck off".

The elder rolled his eyes. "Fuck off? Is that anyway to treat someone who wants to help you?" Harry was now glaring at the boy he had learned to love.

"No, I'm sorry".

The two boys stood in silence for a while before Harry sat down on a chair next to the hospital bed.

"What are you doing", Liam asked quietly.

Harry ignored him and began to fall asleep in the chair. When Harry woke up he wasn't in a hospital anymore. He looked around. It wasn't Liam's house either.

He stood up from a messy queen sized bed he was laying on and slowly walked to a closed door in the room.

He opened it slowly, "Er.. Liam? Buddy.. Did you bring me here? I don't know where I am....", Harry soon found out that he was in a hotel room.

He heard faint sniffling coming from another room. It was dark in the suite. The room that had sniffling noises coming from it had a light on...

"Liam...", Harry whispered going to the door.

He pushed it open slightly. Liam was sitting on a toilet. Blood coming down his arms. The child clinged to Harry's shirt. "I-it wont stop. It keep gettin-g stronger. Every-ytime. M-more blood. I-I can't sto-op it. It comes out. M-more comes out each t-time. Why do I-I want to die? Help me, Harry! WHY WEREN'T YOU THERE FOR ME!".

Harry jolted from the chair and looked around. He was still in the hoslital bed.

He heard a giggle and snapped his head torwards it.

"You look like you saw a ghost. Oh and they caught the guy from earlier. He didn't have white shorts though. I really want out of here..... How old are you?", Liam rambled.

Harry yawned, "Um, 21".

"So you can pretened to be my brother and sign me out!"

"I've got a better idea. Wait here. I'll bring you some clothes and we'll sneak out." Harry smiled.

"You're a Phsycologist. Aren't you going to tell me no?".

"Ehh.... No. This place is pretty depressing. I wouldn't want you to stay here".

Liam slowly nodded trying to make sense of what the elder just said.

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Liam eventually gets home with Harry.

Liam was getting tired so Harry suggested carrying him.

And that's why the younger was being held bridal style, fast asleep.

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"I can't do this..." Harry whispered to Louis.

"Do what, Harold", Louis asked in confusion.

"I can't be his gaurdian anymore".