Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 9: Reunited Part I

AN: I just wanted to point out that, in this chapter, there's a little hint of what will happen in an upcoming chapter (specifically chapter 11). It's not really obvious, but if you catch it, sshh ;-). If not, you'll have to wait until chapter 11. This is one of two parts. Aside from that, I hope everyone enjoys! Oh, and things get a little hot and heavy between Larry :-x (I wasn't trying to rhyme haha) Okay, bye.  

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Louis' Pov.

We were up bright and early, heading to the airport. The taxi driver was driving at an acceptable pace; Zayn's body was pressed up against the door, head titled on the window. He was still sleep and Harry took the liberty of placing a small blanket upon him. It was very quiet, seeing as the driver couldn't turn the radio on. He said that it would be a distraction. I'm very eager to get on the flight and get back to London - anxious to see Niall more than anything; even with that being said, we still have to take in account what his reaction will be. Week after week of not hearing from him. No word on his whereabouts and I haven't spoken to his mum in a few days. I doubt seeing us will be a joyous moment for him.

I twirled the ring with my fingers, analyzing the diamond's sparkle. I wonder, and I've thought about this for some time - would Harry and I get married? Would we ever reach the level of love and happiness Niall and Liam had underneath our breaths? I looked down at him, head nuzzled into my neck; his curls tickled at my skin, though it was delightful. He's been a peaceful sleeper, lately, and I haven't had any dreams or nightmares consisting of Liam's spectral voice calling my name - taunting me for help. Shockingly, it never creeped me out. It always gave me this slight hope that he was still here with us; however, I never understood why it was only happening to me. Maybe, Harry was right. Everything that has happened - finding that box in his room, the composition book, his good luck charms for Niall - it could all have been a sign and blessing.

We arrived to the airport and I proceeded to tap on Harry's shoulder, trying to lift his heavy body off of me. "Haz, you have to wake up. We're at the airport." I mumbled into his ear.

"Hm?" His eyes fluttered open, then he began to lift up. In response, Zayn was doing so as well.

"We're at the airport guys." Zayn yawned and stretched, well Harry wiped his eyes clear of the sleep. One by one, we made our way of the taxi and towards the trunk to retrieve our luggage. Making our way to the automatic doors, I let out a sigh, followed by an inhale, exhale mechanism. It actually works at nerve-recking times like these.

"Ready?" Harry asked. Zayn and I both nodded, then made our way into the doors, upon their opening.  

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Niall's Pov.

Today was peaceful - serene. I haven't had this much relaxation since Liam's un-timing exit; I was starting to come to terms with the the fact that he was no longer here. I still refrained from using such words as: dead, death, or gone. Too much for my own reality. My father and I aren't on speaking terms, however. My mum isn't aware of the situation from the other night, but I'm sure she's catching on. Dinner nights consist of me eating in my room, now, instead of in the dining room with my family. A few times she come knocking, asking, "why the sudden change?" I wasn't ready to speak about any of this and I was very grateful my father hadn't said anything, as far as me blurting out that I was, or am, in love with a guy.

"Niall!" At the sound of my mother's call, I lifted myself up from the pillow, then stuck my head out of the bedroom door.

"Yes, mum?" My shout passed through the halls, leading downstairs - wherever she was.

"Get down here, now!" I became nervous; she sounded baffled. My mind trailed to the events of that dinner night with my father and, instantly, I knew it would come down to just that. My walk down the stairs was slow, carefully taking a step as my body leveled lower. I reached the bottom one, slightly poking my head out around the corner - my vision was mildly blurry in the light, due to me being in my dark room for hours. Both of my parents were seated on the sofa. "Niall James Horan, if I have to call your name one more - "