Beautiful Thing - Larry Stylinson AU

Angel

Angel. That's all I could think when I heard his wonderful voice. I know I knew his name now but I had the urge to call him only angel. It suited him. I hadn't looked at the boy until he had spoken. When I did I knew the name was meant for him. "Hello angel, I'm Harry." He smiles this beautiful smile that I'll never be able to forget. "Angel?" He asks ever so softly. "Yes, it fits you perfectly." He tilts his head to the side in question so I continue, "Your voice. The moment I heard I knew I had met an angel in person. Then I saw you. And darling you look perfect. The way your blue eyes look in the light and how soft your hair looks as if made of feathers. And then there's your skin. It looks like it's glowing. As if you were an angel." He blushed all the while I spoke. Although barely visible in the darkness I could see the crinkles by his eyes when he smiled. "What brings you here anyways?"