Sympathy for the Devil | harry styles

Chapter 1

Here it is, I hope you like it :)

Angela Johnson in the side

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Another night full of nightmares passed and Angela turned off the alarm on her phone, lazily getting up from the warmnth of her bed. It's not like she didn't want to, but she had lots of nightmares and couldn't sleep as tightly as her aunt wished.

She splashed cold water on her face, brushed her pearly white teeth and combed her long, curly hair. Angela decided to wear a loose, white shirt with golden buttons, tucked into her favourite denim jeans. Her hair fell down her back in loose curls, brown eyes looking even prettier with the aid of liquid eyeliner that made it appear as if she had actually slept well.

Her warm hands picked up the brown leather bag with studs from the floor, and it wasn't heavy because she still hadn't gotten a list of her books.

She walked into the kitchen which was small but nice, and saw a note on the coffee maker- her aunt knew she would look there.

Hi sweetie, good luck at your first day of school! You have some money on the kitchen table so please buy something to eat because I'll be working all day. I love you, Lily.

Aunt Lily was such a good person, just like Angela's mother was. She worked as a lawyer in the small office she always wanted to have. Angela couldn't find a better person to live with, Lily was very caring.

Angela made herself a big cup of cold coffee with lots of milk, and drank it in silence of her new apartment. Taking a croissant Lily left for her. When she finished, she slipped on her white Converse shoes and black, baggy jacket, took the money from the table and locked the door behind her, leaving the flat.

The air outside wasn't as cold as it had been the day before, which surprised Angela in a good way- she loved to feel the sun in rainy London.

Her car was parked outside, it wasn't the newest model but it was great for her. With a painful sound of the engine she finally drove away to the school.

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Angela's breath quicken as she looked around, shyly walking towards the school.

The teenagers were loud, one group yelling, another one smoking, and she saw some of them fighting in the corner. Her eyes fell on the nerds, then on bullies in leather jackets, her stomach tightening in nervousness.

And then, her eyes looked at the dangerous group of four boys, and all of them looked at her. The one with black hair and dark skin had lots of colorful tattoos on his arms, but her attention caught a boy with curly hair, messy a little bit, his eyes shining evilly and a cigarette pressed between his red lips.

Angela practically ran in the school, heading straight to the office where a short woman greeted her behind the table.

"H-Hello, I'm Angela Johnson, I'm new here and-"

"Oh Angela, welcome! Here, this is your schedule and the list of the books you need for this year. Well, it's the last one," she explained and handed her the papers, looking behind her. "Erin, thank you very much for coming. This is Angela, and please give her a tour."

Erin was brown haired with cute cheeks and warm, brown eyes. She got the smile that only happy children had, like her life was made of happiness.

"Hi Angela, I'm Erin. Nice to meet you ," she grinned and shook Angela's hand with her small one.

"Nice to meet you too," Angela spoke quietly and shyly as always, scared to even look at Erin's cheerful eyes.

They walked down the hall to Angela's locker, Erin explaining everything about the school.

"Okay, your first class is on the next floor, number twenty six. I'll see you at the lunch table, okay?" Erin smiled warmly at her, eyes glittering from happiness and excitement.

"Thank you very much, and see ya," Angela smiled shyly and watched Erin graciously run away to her locker.

With a heavy huff, she tried to open the locker but failed, palm slamming against the cold metal.

"Here, Muhammad Ali, let me." A male's voice spoke from behind and slammed his hand against the locker which opened immediately.

Angela watched in awe and sighed in relief, looking at the boy who just saved her from being late on her first class.

He was tall, but not too much, just a little bit taller from her, with really short hair and blue eyes with a perfect smile.

"I'm Mike. You're Angela, right?"

"Um, yes, how do you know?"

"Everyone knows. You're the new, quiet and shy one, right? Every boy in here calls you Angel, you know, Angela- Angel," he explained, grinning nervously and scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't know..."

The last thing she wanted was to be the center of everything, she didn't want to get attention because she wasn't that kind of girl. Angela was quiet and shy, always stuttering at her words because of everything what happened to her.

"Well yeah...um, we have the same class now, so you wanna go with me?"

Angela nodded and walked silently next to Mike, eyes focused on the floor under her feet. Finally, they arrived and walked in the classroom, taking a free seat in the back.

Just as they started to talk, silence echoed across the room, and both of them looked up to find two boys walking in, angry eyes scanning for a free seat.

One of them was blonde haired and blue eyed, and another one was tall and-

Oh, it was the boy outside the school she thought was attractive but evil.

His green eyes blazed with anger as he scanned the silent room, eyes stopping on Angela. Her breath hitched in her throat as he clenched his jaw and frowned even harder, walking towards them. The blonde one sat down on the empty place and lifted his feet on the table.

"Move," His voice was low and rough, eyes looking at Mike who just sighed and muttered 'I'm sorry' to Angela.

Sorry for what?

The guy sat down next to her, the smell of cologne and cigarettes filling the air around her. She saw lots of tattoos decorating his arms, his eyes looking at her all the time.

Right then, she felt really uncomfortable and scared, body shifting away from the guy next to her just when the teacher came in, forgetting to introduce her to the class and she was thankful for that.

"Well hello, Angela Johnson," he spoke darkly, his eyes never leaving her.

Angela tried her best to speak, but when she did it couldn't even come out like a quiet and shy 'Hi' she always managed to say. How the hell he knew her last name?

She looked down at her lap, but then felt his lips close to her ear. Breath hot on her cold flesh, the goosebumps on Angela's skin rose to attention.

"Do you believe in devils or angels?" His voice was low and dark, frightening her.

Angela just shrugged, not finding any strength to speak.

"You should definitely start to believe in devils. Because one of them is sitting right next to you, Angel," he whispered, lightly brushed his soft lips across her earlobe, barely touching the delicate skin.

Angela almost started to sob right there, but instead of that she closed her eyes tightly and let out a sigh of relief when he moved away with his eyes still on her.

A lot of time passed between her last prayers to God, but she started to pray again to herself, praying for safety.

If she only knew what was coming.