Calamity with angels //HS

They always run, chapter 5

A/N

trigger warning- abuse and violent themes, please don't read if you think this will trigger you my loves. 

Sages POV

I went to be at like two last night after id had a shower and washed whatever had gotten into me off myself. But the sleep only lasted for what felt like a couple of seconds when I was woken up by a loud knock at the door.

Who the fuck is here

I reach over to my phone that's sitting on the nightstand to see the time is 5:00 am

Again who would be here at five in the morning?

I get up slowly the nerves rising slowly each step I took, wondering if this is the end. 

I guess I've lived a good life, in some aspects at least. 

"who is it?" the knocking stops and I hear a deep grumbly voice answer back "it's me, harry." His voice is muffled through the door however it feels like he's cut a hole through it just by those words.

Sage he didn't even say anything you need to calm down.

Wait what the fuck is he doing here its 5 fucking am.

"oh, um hey are you okay?" I manage to get out before my thoughts take over and I forget about the man standing not even ten centimetres away from me.

"it'd be better if you let me in." he replies with the same light chuckle he adds to most of his words when he's around me. "shit, your right, sorry blonde moment." I open the door before I realise I'm literally wearing trackies and a hoodie with hair going everywhere.

I must look crazy, why does he keep catching me and my worst moments???

"hey," he says as he walks through the door over to the chair next to my bed. "hey back, not to sound like a dick but what are you doing here. Its five am." He looks to the ground before catching my eyes with a more serious expression than the one he wore when he first walked in. "sorry about the time, I didn't really check it. Um, I haven't been able to sleep tonight." I roll my eyes at him "and that is my problem how?"

Tired sage is feisty sage, I like her she's fun

"shit yeah I deserve that, um sage, as much as I understand that a man grabbing your hips could seem somewhat intrusive, I'm just wondering what I did that gave you that much of a reaction? Because you definitely weren't okay a couple of hours ago and I feel like, there's something more that I'm missing and I can't sleep not knowing what either I or someone else did to put that fear in you."

Shit. This was bound to happen. No no, don't let your eyes water scrunch your toes, that always helps keep the tears at bay.

"Yeah, um, I get it. Like why you are asking. But I, it's a big thing and I don't want to tell you if you don't actually want to hear it. Like if you just need to hear it isn't your fault then that's cool but I'm not going to spill to you a story if you don't actually want it."

He looks at me with the most heartbreaking face I've ever seen and speaks in a voice so soft it felt like honey to my ears. 

"I'm not painting myself as the hero here my petal, I'm simply wondering who gave you the paintbrush and commissioned a self-portrait of a devil wearing angels clothing."

How does he say everything and nothing at the same time? He explains it so eloquently, that's exactly what he did, told me he was an angel but showed me the devil when no one could see. He got me to see him as an angel through rose coloured glasses that he put there. And harry, he understood.