Look After Me. [Larry Stylinson]

"Who are you?" The younger version of me says. His eyes are wide and I can see the disbelief in his deep green eyes.

"I'm you." I replied flatly. I cringed at how crazy I just sounded. I probably wouldn't be able to convince him that I was actually him.. or that he was me. If that happened, then my plan would be ruined.

"Do you mean like... Me from the future?" He says, stepping closer to me.

Now that he was in the stream of moonlight that shown through the wide window I could finally see all of my, I mean his face better. I smiled at how young I was and I tried desperately not to let any tears fall.

"Something like that."

"Why do you have wings?"

"I don't know."

"How do you not?"

"I just don't!" I whisper yell even though he is the only one who can hear me. I immediately apologize for snapping and run my ringed fingers through my curls as I walk over to the bed and sit.

"Is this a dream?" he says in a small voice as he looks out the window.

"No I'm afraid not" I reply, feeling bad for my younger self.

"Why are you here?" He says, turning to look into my eyes.

Why am I here? Oh yeah because I am selfish and I am trying to fix things that are basically impossible to fix but I am going to try anyways because I am a selfish bastard.

"To look after you."