"Dancing with the Devil." | Larry Stylinson. TRANSLATION

XX. "The Devil's Promise"

It was a beautiful morning in Surrey, England, with the blue sky made up of beautiful clouds and the radiant sun creating the most beautiful landscape. On a bench in an empty park, there was this teenager, no more than nineteen years old, with blond hair, blue eyes, pale and very, very neutral. He was wearing normal clothes, except for his T-shirt, which had the logo of some cheap local shop. He watched everything with total tranquility, he enjoyed the singing of the birds and the beautiful view.

—This is what you do? —The teenager looks up slowly to encounter the Devil himself on the side of that bench. —Get into your delusional containers? Worthy of you to use them.

Louis. The most precious archangel, the most realistic and sinful. The big mistake. The Devil. He didn't even look at him, he also looked at the landscape, but he was more used to viewing it, and it was fine since the King of the Underworld had been on earth for quite some time, watching over a certain curly-haired boy.

—I want you to know that Niall Horan has agreed entirely to let me stay in his body, and he will get what he deserves, —The blonde says. His voice is soft, there is no evil, no good. It's just quiet but neutral.

Louis finally looks at him. —I agree, everyone should get what they deserve.

Niall frowns slightly and tilts his head just a little. —May I ask since when you care about people getting what they deserve, if you mean it in any positive sense?

—It's not about any positive sense, it's about common sense. The good guys should get the good stuff, and the assholes should get shit.

—Even if you'd like the good guys to have the bad, too?

Louis laughed dryly while he smirked at him, arrogantly. —You're the biggest asshole, —he says.

He's never been afraid of him. He'd always confronted him because he couldn't kill him. He couldn't. The Devil looked forward and sighed, slowly getting serious as he immersed himself in his thoughts.

—What do you think should happen? —Says the sea-eyed teenager, looking straight ahead.

Silence reigns in the place for a few seconds. —Harry deserves to be happy, and I know that's hard to understand, but he is with me, —he says. And it sounds so simple, but it's not.

Even more so since he knows that the idiot inside Niall Horan's body knows everything, and won't tell him.

—And you? —He watches the devil. —Are you happy with Harry?

Louis stares at that teenager's eyes and slowly begins to frown. —Don't give me that soap opera crap. —Niall looks ahead and laughs quietly. —Since when do you ask about my happiness?

—I don't care, —he answers quickly. —I just wanted to know if it's you being selfish, or if it's you really caring about a human.

Louis laughs dryly, raising his eyebrows a little. —Do you think everyone on this earth thinks of each other? Most think of themselves, —he defends himself. Yeah, he was selfish, a lot of times. Who wasn't? Again silence reigns for a few seconds. —I care about his future. His future is with me, you and I know that.

—No, you don't.

Louis begins to feel anger growing in his chest. Was God rubbing in his face his lack of knowledge? Being self-centered? Or was he just telling him the truth? The Devil looks at him, his eyes have darkened a little and opened wider. He takes a deep breath, and a strong wind causes the clouds to begin to appear slowly, blocking out the sun.

—I want him to live forever, with me, —he says, lower, keeping his tone calm. —And I'm looking for a way.

—Is that why you're here? —The blonde frowns a little. —You think I can give you the way? —The Devil keeps silent, just looking at him. Yes, he did, but he wouldn't say it out loud. The teenager settles down on the bench. —I love my creation. —Louis rolls his eyes at that, and they become a little clearer. —But let's be clear, he chose you.