BACKSEAT OF MY CAR

[9:00 am, 4th August]

Long five minutes of ignoring the sound and hoping it would turn off somehow didn't seem to work. Louis had to flutter his eyes open only to throw a murderous glare at his phone, the source of the annoying and loud trumpet sounds- his sisters set it for him, and even though he hates it, he couldn't ever bring himself to change it. Seeing the alarm won't turn itself off, he groans and tries to get up. However, a frown stumbles upon his face when he's unable to move. He glances down to see a mop of curls sprawled over his chest and for a second he almost jumps out of his skin. He immediately calms down realising he's familiar with the soft mess. It makes his heart burst off with an anomalous cushy feeling. A gentle smile comes to rest on his lips as he wraps his mind around everything that happened last night.

Harry. Harry being an Angel. Harry's arrival in the human world. Harry in the kitchen. Harry in a dress. Harry's first coffee. Harry's curiosity over other humans. Harry's amusements to his first-ever ice cream. Harry's question that touches a sensitive nerve and triggers Louis' panic attack. Harry's healing touch calming and comforting Louis. Harry unknowingly sharing intimate touches with Louis. Harry falling asleep holding and being held by Louis.

He can't believe all of that happened in merely a day.

The boy with feathery hair smiles and runs a hand through Harry's locks. A beautifully messy cluster most likely hovered by a Halo invisible to Louis' eyes. He lets his teeth abuse his lower lips as he imagines all sorts of different halos over the Angel's head. He's only dragged back to reality when the boy on his bare chest makes a lovesome sound between moaning and purring. It causes Louis to break into a smile wider than... than... his hips? Sorry, I'm not that good with comparatives. Let's see; Louis breaks into a smile wider than all the ones he's ever shown around Emma combined. There we go. Ha! Isn't it funny how Louis loves playing with curls and harry has a mane of those that he loves being played with? He can't decide if it was Heaven's blessing or deceit on him. Could be a mere coincidence for all Louis knew. Howbeit, he lets his fingers gently rove through the angel's hair, caressing it and occasionally giving his scalp a few light scratches and rubs. Meanwhile, he spaces out with his eyes casted up at the ceiling. He could feel a bizarre fright creeping up in his insides. Five years of living in London, but he never woke up with someone wrapped around him like this, and it kind of scares him to be honest. It scares- horrifies him that he absolutely loves the feeling. When he shouldn't.

He shouldn't feel the yearn for Harry's body over him, looking like an Angel who tripped from Heaven and fell right into Louis' arms, which could be partly true but still. Shouldn't feel the need to stay cooped up like this for the rest of the day, cuddling in bed, without regretting it. Definitely shouldn't feel the urge to gently caress all over Harry's face to wake him up right now. He should be feeling things like those for his girlfriend, but can't bring himself to do so. Puffing out a sigh, he looks down when the curly-haired boy stirs a little. Watches as one of his eyelids flutter opens, revealing a bright jade before completely hiding it again. A cute little whine escapes from between his lips which Louis assumes is the sudden brightness troubling him.

"Good morning, Angel." The blue-eyed boy croaks. He moves his hand down to rub at Harry's cheek and lets his thumb delicately caress his shut eyelids for a few seconds before allowing them to slowly unfurl, settings the pair of jades on display.

"A very good morning, Human." Softly drawls Harry, his cheek turning pink under Louis' thumb.

"What?" Louis snorts. "It sounds so weird, you dork." He laughs and Harry smiles up at him.

"Well, you call me Angel." He points to the feathery-haired boy who rolls his eyes.

"That's because you're an Angel!" He reasons in his defense and bursts out laughing when Harry looks at him with raised eyebrows.

"And you are a human." He states as a matter of fact.

"Yeah, but calling a Human 'Human' is weird." Louis argues like it's supposed to be some universal fact.

"And calling an Angel 'Angel' is not?" Asks Harry with a confused frown. He tries to push himself up in the process but Louis' hold around him tightens; a silent request for the angel to stay where he is.

"No, because no one knows you're actually an Angel. So if a third person hears me calling you 'Angel', they'll think it's just my endearing name for you. But if they hear you call me 'Human', they'll be weirded out as to why you're calling a Human 'Human'. It's like calling a dog 'dog' or a cat 'cat', it sounds weird. Though calling a dog 'pupper' or 'doggo' and a cat 'kitty' is okay since it's considered as affectionate terms." Louis reasons hastily, his wrist snapping in every direction, hand flailing around in front of Harry's face who blinks, still in absolute confusion. And by the look on the other boy's face, he seems confused by his own explanation as well.

"Humans' manner of thinking is strange." He concludes and Louis thinks it through for a moment before strongly agreeing.

"I know right? Like you can't say 'Human', but you can say 'boy' or 'girl' or even 'kid' or 'child' and of course, we have the legendary 'baby' but you call that to adults too." Louis says and looks up at the ceiling, actually thinking quite hard about it. "Man! Humans really are weird." He yawps after a while. "So just don't call me one." He adds followed by a sigh. At that Harry lets out a laugh and so does Louis.

"Well, what should I call you then? What do your friends call you?" The taller boy asks, placing his chin on Louis' chest while looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"You can call me anything you want, love- other than 'Human' that is, but my friends call me 'Tommo' and I don't think I'd want you to call me that." Louis shrugs, cringing at the thought of Harry calling him 'Tommo'.

"Hmm.. Something that is not Human. How about... Sun?" He puts forward and beams widely at the shorter boy.

"Sun? Why?" Louis asks baffled.

"Because your smile is like sunshine, it lights up everything when it appears and it brings happiness and freshness and only the Sun can do that. It is so bright, it is beautiful." Harry explains and Louis smiles brightly at that. "See! That is exactly what I am talking about!" The curly-haired angel asserts.

"Go get ready, you cheese ball." Louis cackles, his cheeks and ears layered in dark crimson as he boops Harry's nose and lets go of his hold on him. The boy obediently nods like a happy child and gets off of Louis' body. Getting off the bed, he stumbles to the bathroom.

Impressed that the Angel knows where he needed to go to get ready, Louis gapes at the bathroom door with parted lips. Well, that lasts only until he hears the boy yell from inside, asking why the 'bathing bowl' has no water in it.

Louis facepalms and shakes his head, giggling into his hands, his whole body radiating with fond for the silly Angel.

He gets up and after putting on his sweatpants, he walks into the bathroom only to have his breath caught up and trapped in his throat. He gawks with wide eyes as Harry stands near the bathtub in nothing but his boxers. The taller boy is examining his waist with the boxers pulled so low that Louis can clearly see the upper part of his hairless groin. He subconsciously licks his lips at the milky white skin of Harry's thighs and belly before he hears the boy speak, or whimper more like.

"Sun.. look what happened.." He croaks with tears brimming his eyes. "Does this always happens to Humans or is it a disease? Am I going to feel pain and suffer?" He asks with his green eyes wide and watery.

Louis walks closer and inspects Harry's lower region that has gotten red, scaly bumps at some patches of skin. He sighs and looks up at Harry who looks terrified.

"Seems like you've got rashes... I think because of the boxers." He pouts at the taller boy who doesn't look any better than before. Louis straightens up and cups Harry's cheeks. "Aww, babe, it's okay. It's nothing serious, your skin is just too sensitive to tolerate the harsh material of the boxers." Louis coos and Harry sniffle.

"It will go away?" He asks hopefully and sighs in relief when the shorter one nods. "I could have instantly healed myself, but Heaven forbids me to do so in the Human orb unless I am doing it for other Humans." He explains with a pout and Louis smiles.

"That's very thoughtful of them, whoever makes those rules for you guys. And it's okay, rashes aren't that serious, they go away quickly." He reassures and watches as the curly-haired boy's face expresses distaste.

"I do not like it, it is truly ugly. Not pretty at all." He whines and Louis only smiles at how adorable Harry sounds, complaining like a little kid would over their veggies.

"Don't worry, Angel, you're still the prettiest little thing I've ever seen." He leans up to peck Harry's nose who instantly lets out adorably soft giggles.

"I am not little, you are." The heavenly boy points out and Louis scoffs, crosses his arms unamused.

"Give me a break, I'm big!" He fusses as he turns to start the shower and Harry cracks up into a peal of muffled laughter. It instantly dies down and turns into a loud squeak when the cold water pours over his bare body.

Louis lets out a smug chuckle at his reaction and shakes his head teasingly. Quite satisfied with his little revenge as he struts to the bathroom mirror to brush his teeth.

"I always wanted to try this bathing rain thing since the first day I learnt about it." Hearing as Harry gushes gayly, he turns back to look at the boy with a humorous expression. However, he only finds the grey shower curtain pulled up. Though he could see the angel's silhouette behind it and the soft curves appear dangerously erotic but that's beside the point. He turns back to the mirror and gives his own reflection a disappointed shake of head.

"Bathing rain thing...." He mumbles. "Wow, Angel, you know so much about Human Beings. I'm so impressed." He sarcastically mimics a high-pitched impressed voice.

"Really? Thank you! I have observed you all a few times." Harry says, sounding very proud of himself and Louis rolls his eyes fondly as he continues to brush his teeth. He reaches his fingers to inspect the Polkadot Begonia near the sink and frowns noticing it's dying out. He liked growing plants in his bathroom since he was a teen. Once a class mate who was over his place for a combined project had seen it and told the entire school. They called him names and accused him of having 'girly' hobbies. He didn't care though. He likes what he likes, he had told his reflection in the same bathroom with a shrug. And it wasn't like he'd be any less bullied if he somehow managed to change this one thing about himself. Louis sighs. He hates remembering the bitter memories of his teenage. He gives the plant another glance and decides he'll start growing a new one.

Once Harry is done showering, he steps out with a fresh, fluffy pink towel wrapped around his waist. Louis explains to him how to brush his teeth followed by an instruction on how to apply the rash cream that he hands him before he gets in the shower as well. Once done showering, he hops out to see Harry has already left the bathroom. He strolls into the bedroom and starts looking for clothes for himself and Harry who is sitting on the edge of Louis' bed, still in the pink towel. Louis loves it on him for some reason.

"No boxers for you now." Louis mumbles as he rummages through his closet. "We're going shopping tomorrow anyway, I'll buy you new undies. We'll have to see if they come with softer material." He mutters. "If not, then you might end up with a pair of panties." He chuckles, secretly looking forward to it anyway. "What did you even wear in Heaven though?" He questions and glances back at Harry for a second.

"Sundus robes." Harry answers and Louis looks back with a cocked eyebrow. "Um.. there is a mystical tree called Ahika, it is abundantly divine and ethereal to look at. It is tremendously huge and has mesmeric white feathers branched to its soft silver trunk." He tells, intriguing the smaller boy who now completely turns to face the angel. "Ahika is perpetually bounded by a blissful light and overflowing with silvery-white twills of sundus draping at the stems of the feathers. It is believed that sundus is weaved from the hair of Archangel Sericahleshae of bareness." He explains with his hands gracefully moving in front of it him syncing with his words as Louis widens his eyes in amazement.

"Bareness? Like nakedness?" He questions to which the Angel nods. "But they provide you clothes?" He continues with a doubtful frown on his face and Harry nods yet again.

"No Angel has really seen Archangel Sericahleshae. They belong to the age when Angel's were disobeying Heaven. So all the Angels of that age were either chastened and incarcerated or forsaken." The green-eyed creature informs before he stills realising he's talking about Heaven to a human. If he reveals anything more than what he already has, he'd most likely be joining the list of forsaken Angels himself.

"So if this Angel still exits that means they didn't do anything wrong?" Louis questions as he subconsciously steps towards Harry with a few shirts draped on his left arm.

"It is a forbidden tale of Heaven that no Angel is endorsed to speak of aloud." Harry reasons with his lips smacking together to form a pout.

"Oh come on you're in the human 'orb'! Splash the damn wine, Kylie!" Louis bugs the boy, seeming way too into this 'Heavenly controversy'.

"Are we not going to be late?" Harry raises his eyebrows in a questioning manner and it's Louis' turn to pout. But he continues to intensely stares at the angel until he gives in and promises to tell him about it some other time.

"At least tell me what the sundae thing feels like, party-pooper." He pouts further, turning back to walk to the closet again. "I still need an idea what kind of undies to buy for you." He adds.

"Um.. Sandus... it can pass as Linen or silk in your orb." Harry shrugs not noticing the way Louis widens his eyes as he's looking back into the closet, skimming through the clothes again.

"Definitely panties then." He whispers under his breath.

Once both the boys are dressed, Louis in his white tank top and black skinny jeans while Harry in one of Louis' black leggings and a green Adidas hoodie. "It kinda matches your eyes." Louis had said pulling the hood over the Angel's head with a fond smile playing on his lips. After making sure they weren't forgetting anything that they need to take along, Louis hangs his backpack over his shoulders and leads Harry out of the house before locking it. They get to Louis' black Range Rover and the boy asks Harry to settle in the back seat since Emma would flip if someone else were to take her seat next to Louis.

When they start riding, Louis turns the radio on. It's playing some Kary Perry's song that gets Harry moving a little with the beat, enjoying the music. They make small talks when Louis tells him about different kinds of shops that they pass by, trying to fill the Angel with some basic knowledge. Nearly fifteen minutes later, they stop in front of a maroon house and Louis honks before a beautiful girl appears from behind the gates and Harry is in awe, not at her beauty- he's seen better, but at the dress she's wearing. Its a short, off-shoulder ruffle dress that falls just a few inches above the girl's knees. A bunch of tiny multi coloured flowers are beautifully embroidered at the top and bottom edge and at the end of the lantern sleeves of the dress. Harry loves how pretty the pink piece of cloth is. He wants one too.

"Who is h- wait... Isn't he the boy you drew? Loverboy?" The girl asks when she sees Harry in the back seat after climbing in the passengers, turning the radio off as soon as she gets in the car.

"Oh, he's a friend. Harry." Louis waves her off, deciding it's best to just avoid the topic and starts driving again.

They decide to stop at a cafe to get a coffee and some snacks since none of them have had any breakfast yet. On their way, Louis tells Emma the fake story about Harry's past that they had planned and the girl buys it all.

"Sad to hear all that, Harry. Your flatmate was an asshole." She says and judging by her tone, Louis knows she doesn't really feel sympathetic for the boy, she's saying all of that just for formality. He sighs, wondering why in holy heaven is he even dating such an insensitive person.

"What is 'asshole'?" Harry asks from the backseat and Louis rolls his eyes.

"You don't need to know that, Angel. What she means to say is that your flatmate was a mean person." Louis says, his words dripping with fond and Harry nods, noting that 'asshole' is a mean person.

"How come you don't know what an asshole is, Harry?" Emma asks, turning back to look at Harry with suspicion.

"He grew up in a Christian orphanage under nuns and priests. And you know they have ways of raising the kids and maintaining their innocence." Louis answers for Harry and Emma slowly nods, eyeing Louis for a few seconds.

"I see.." She mumbles and looks out of the window.

The ride turns silent after that until they stop at the cafe and Louis takes both Emma and Harry's orders before hesitantly leaving them both in the car.

"So, Harry, how come Louis never mentioned you before?" Emma shoots as soon as she sees her boyfriend step into the cafe.

"Um.. I do not know.. maybe because we met just a few weeks ago." Says Harry, not meeting the girl's eyes as he stares at different shops and posters out on the street.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty."

"I didn't quite catch your last name, what was it?"

"Last name?" Harry frowns, confused as to what a last name was. How many names do Humans have? Why did Louis not tell him that?!

"Yeah! Like Louis is Louis Tomlinson, I'm Emma Lee, what's yours?" The blue-eyed girl raises her eyebrows in a questioning manner.

Harry bites his lip and subtly scans out of the window. He sees a fashion-related poster which has a name 'Gemma Styles' in the bottom corner.

"Styles." Harry states. "My name is Harry Styles."

"Styles?!" Emma gasps and Harry bites his lip harder. Holy Heaven! Did he do something wrong? Do humans do not have same last names? Do they vary in accordance to gender, colour, or social status maybe?

"Y-yes.." He stutters. Louis would be so agitated if he messes up even after receiving a 'humanly briefing'.

"As in Gemma Styles? You know her?" She asks and Harry can see that Emma admires whoever the said girl is.

"No, I do not. Who is she?" Harry asks, hoping it would change the subject somehow. It works.

"My god! How do you not know Gemma styles?! She's a hell of a big name in the fashion industry. Her parents too are very well-known lawyers in England. She has a little brother who's a psychologist, I think, but he's not that famous here.. and I don't like him anyway, he married a man after all like- Ehew! His husband though, he's very famous.. some bigshot psychiatrist from New York. Gemma always posts pictures of her brother's kids, Leilani and Beau, they're adorable though." She babbles excitedly.

Harry only nods, happy that she isn't asking him any more questions. He looks out of the window and waits for Louis as Emma keeps talking about how Gemma was kidnapped by some Mafia Don and was raised as someone else and then people thought she died in the accident where the Don had died.

Harry's entire face lights up when Louis' figure comes into view and the boy jogs towards them. ".... and people were shocked to know she was alive. The court had re-opened her case, but her brother-in-law gave the court a mental certificate saying that Gemma has had a memory loss of her past life, so she doesn't remember any of the crimes and yeah, that closed the case." She finishes as Louis takes a seat on the driver's side.

"What are you guys talking about?" He checks as he passes Harry his coffee and snacks in the backseat before bopping his nose out of nowhere. The Angel resists giggling and pouts instead, making the other boy coo.

"Gemma Styles. You know her, right?" Emma asks, eyeing between Harry and Louis, both too invested in their own little bubble to notice her suspicion.

"Nah! No idea." He simply states as he hands Emma her coffee and starts driving again.

After a long silence, Louis turns on the radio and a Taylor Swift featuring Ed Sheeran song comes up. "Ah! I love this song, listen to it, Angel." He gushes and Harry nods, concentrating on the lyrics.

All I knew this morning when I woke,
Is I know something now,
Know something now
I didn't before.

Louis glances at Harry from the rearview mirror and the taller boy smiles at him softly when their eyes meet.

And all I've seen since 18 hours ago
Is green eyes and freckles and your smile
In the back of my mind, making me feel like..

"I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now." Louis sings along, frequently glancing at Harry, making the boy blush.

That's just how the rest of the ride to Doncaster goes. Louis would tell Harry whenever his favorite song would come up and he'd sing it to Harry who would blush, both the boys completely oblivious to Emma's sceptical glances.
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WC: 3,884 words
DOP: 07/01/2022

FOTC: Harry was supposed to pick a random last name since his last name isn't really important to the plot, bit it didn't feel right so here we are.

WOTC 📗: Wish to see harry in a dress (his own not Emma's) I mean I haven't written a chapter of him wearing a dress.. YET!

Author's note: Just to clear it up, the date of publication (DOP) mentioned is the original date since I had published some of it before but it took it off since I wasn't sure if I'd continue this.

So like Gemma is completely unrelated to Harry here and I do have a special appearance written for her in a future chapter. But she's also Gemma from 'Who are you?' verse so there will be a cute little special appearance of another character from that book hehe. And I'm dang sure anyone who has read that book loves that character so yeah ;) We'll also see Lyra but she didn't have much of a role in WAY anyWAY (*Harry's voice* I made that one up myself XD)

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Harry seeing that the bathing bowl has no water in it:

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Harry when the rashes are ugly and not pretty at all:

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Louis: throws a sarcastic compliment for knowing about bathing rain thing

Harry:

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Harry: *accidentally talks about a Heaven controversy*

Louis:

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Emma: Questions harry

Harry in his head:

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Me adding 'Who are you?' reference with additional info that wasn't in the book

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Last edited: 08/05/2024