Mr Angel: Hawks x Reader

Chapter 5 - Lost Something?

     "These are really good. Glad I trusted you Mr. Angel," I bit into a matcha macaron.
     "Hopefully you feel a bit better kid," he leaned back on the bench.
     "I do, thank you," I smiled.
     "I'm glad," he grinned and ruffled my hair.
     I took in the lights of the shops at the outlet mall. Most of them were beginning to close. I looked at Hawks, who was nibbling on one of the macarons, his face dimly lit by the open storefronts. I felt a strange heat in my cheeks and looked away.
"We should probably head back, huh?" I stood up.
"Sure, if that's you want," he picked me up once again.
"Thanks," I put an arm around his shoulder.
"No problem kid," he smiled and took off into the air.
The wind rushed against my face and froze my cheeks. The lights began to shrink into a dozen red and yellow specks. I closed my eyes and let the wind graze my cheeks. The wind grew more and more faint, before I couldn't feel it anymore.
     "Alright then kid. Back home again," he set me down on the seat of my bay window.
     "Hawks... I don't know how to thank you... You went out of your way to check up on me and even got me macarons, but I can't even tell you what happened that night..."
     "It's okay," he pet my head, "it's hard to talk about bad things. I want you to take things at your own pace, but promise not to bottle it all up."
     "Okay... I promise."
     "I'll hold you to it then. Goodnight kid, be seeing you," he smiled.
     "Goodnight Mr. Angel, don't let the bedbugs bite," I smirked.
     "Using my line are you?" he inquired from the other side of the window
     "It's hardly your line. Goodnight Hawks," I shut the window.

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     The next morning, I was sitting on my floor when I noticed a speck of red near my dresser. As I crawled closer, the speck took form of a little red feather. I smiled and picked it up.
"I guess someone forgot something," I blew the feather out of my hands and watched it twirl to the ground.
My phone began buzzing and I picked it up. Mr. Angel, what does he want? I tapped the answer button.
"Hello! I'm guessing you got my call regarding your car's extended warranty," I smiled and picked the feather up again.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack kid?" Hawks said in an oddly light-hearted manner.
"What do you mean? Is it about your car's-"
"No. It's about the feather you're holding right now."
"Are you watching me?"
"No. Now back to the feather."
"What about it? It's just a stray feather."
"Well... Technically yes, but," the feather darted from my hand and floated in front of me, "I can still control it. I also hear you, and feel when you touch it."
     "Shit! I'm so sorry!"
     "It's fine. You can hold it, just don't do whatever you did before. It was literally spine chilling."
     "Aww, did I scare Mr. Angel? You know, the thought of you being frightened by a measly breath is quite hilarious."
     "Hah, so that's what it was."
     "Indeed."
     "Well, you can keep the feather. It'll be like a memento of my visit."
     "Damn, you should've left a PS5 or something... I would've gladly taken that off your hands," I smiled.
     "You should be grateful. I don't shed those things for just anybody," Hawks chuckled.
     "Is that so?" I smirked, "Well... I'll let you get back to whatever you're doing."
     "Being evasive now, are we?"
"Not in the slightest. You're a busy man, I wouldn't like to take too much time off your hands."
"I actually happen to be free in... twenty minutes."
"And you're telling me this because?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you might like to know."
"Really? Well then," I smirked, "when you're free, do you want to grab a coffee or something?"
"I'll have to think about it..." he paused for a moment, "Sure. But there's a catch."
"A catch? And what might that be?"
"Next time, I get to choose where we go."
"Next time? A bit presumptuous of you Mr. Angel," I held in my urge to squeal.
"How so? You're the one who invited me to coffee," I could tell he was grinning.
"Oh dear, I should probably get ready, see you in twenty minutes. Bye!" I hung up and tossed my phone on my bed.
I took a deep breath then exhaled an enthusiastic yelp. What am I doing? We're just hanging out, I shouldn't be this excited. I opened up me dresser drawers and shuffled through all my clothes.
I put together a few outfit combinations, but none of them were exactly what I was looking for. I groaned and began to jumble through the clothes again.
"Damn it, only ten minutes!" I threw a shirt I was holding behind me.
"Holy shit y/n! I was wondering why you were making so much noise. Why are there clothes all over the floor?" June stepped into my room.
"I'm going to coffee with Hawks and I don't know what to wear, I only have ten, make that nine minutes!" I frantically paced my room.
"Give me your phone," June held out her hand.
"What? Why?"
"I'll tell him that I asked you to do something and you need a bit more time. While I do that, go brush your hair and teeth and put some deodorant on," I handed June my phone and she began typing.
I marched to the bathroom and freshened up. I combed through my hair and applied some product to it. I squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush and quickly scrubbed my teeth. I took my deodorant stick and applied a few heavy layers. I applied a bit of mascara and two short wings of eyeliner. I put a single spritz of perfume on my neck and sprinted back to my room.
The mess of clothes was gone and a single outfit was lain out on my bed. It was a beige flannel jacket, a white cropped shirt and a brown pair of button front pants. As well as a gold necklace with a few star shaped charms and three woven bracelets. Some grayish-brown Birkenstocks were also sitting on the bed.
     "Hurry and put that on, you've got five minutes. I'll finish packing your bag. Go! Go! Go!" June pushed me towards my bed.
     I layered my clothes on in a hectic manner, not bothering to straighten them out. I slipped into my shoes and clasped my jewelry in the right places. Finally, I made sure my clothes were composed and took a good look in the mirror.
     "Wow, two minutes and thirty-five seconds, impressive. I'm almost done with your bag love bug," June was jamming miscellaneous items inside the brown messenger bag.
     "June, give that to me! Are my wallet and phone in there?" I held out my hand.
     "Yes, but-"
     "No buts, that's all I need June Bug," I snatched my bag from her, "Holy- What did you put in here!?"
     "Just a first-aid kit, some essential oils, a sewing kit, some water, granola bars, a flashlight, portable charger, backup batteries, multi-tool, waterproof matches, a rope, con-"
     "What is all that for!?"
     "Just in case. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt," June threw in a map and hand warmers.
     "I..." I couldn't bear to look at her, "I've done a good job staying out of trouble until now... I'll be fine June."
     "I know you have, but I can't say that much for Abbea... Where is she anyways? She hasn't been over since I've been here."
     "I..." my body was tense and my throat began to dry, I tried to push the words out to no avail.
     "Did you two get into a fight?" June pulled me into a side hug.
     "Well..."
     "Shit! I shouldn't be making you sad before your date!" June gripped my shoulders.
     "It's not a date... Besides, he's your age isn't he?"
     "He's only one year older than me. Which is only a five year difference for you."
     "Doesn't change the fact the we're just going out for coffee. It's not a date."
     "Fine... but-"
     "Knock, knock," we turned left and Hawks was at my bay window.
     "Love you! Bye June," I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
     "Hey, at least let me-"
     "Love you, June Bug!" I opened the window.
     "Love you too, you brat," June pouted.