Sympathy for the Devil | harry styles

Chapter 4

I really need to thank the people that are giving me ideas. Thank you so much! So I hope you like this chapter.

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She didn't know the reason behind her falling tears. She didn't know why her mouth let out so many sobs, she just didn't know why. It was just a kiss.

And she was crying.

Really, she never imagined that her first kiss would be so confusing, so painful. Her big cheeks were red, swollen and wet from crying because she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

She felt like a nasty slut because she reacted to his touch, she let him pleasure her, then kiss her. It wasn't a crime, of course, but her heart ached because she knew who he was.

The devil.

And what if she fell for him? There wouldn't be any help for her, she wasn't supposed to love anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Angela wiped off the tears and tried to calm down by looking around the empty school years. It was a really nice day but she had to wrap her jacket around her body a little bit tighter and hide her cold hands into the big pockets. The sun was shining on the bright sky, but it wasn't warm at all. The wind was cold and it messed her long hair every now and then.

Angela wanted to study math but the school bell rang and she groaned out of frustration, picking up her brown bag and walking towards the school.

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"Seriously Angela, if you don't tell me what's going on I'll have to make you." Erin was confused by Angela, not knowing what was actually happening.

She was quiet all the time; not like she wasn't before, but she talked a little to her, looking at the floor like it was interesting and not listening to anything. Erin only wanted the truth.
"N-Nothing's wrong, really," Angela stuttered as always, moving a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

"I thought we were friends..."

Angela's warm heart ached because of the words Erin spoke in such a sad tone. After all, Angela was a good person, and she hated when someone was hurt because of her.

"I'll tell you after the school. But you can't tell anyone."
"I promise I won't!"

Erin hugged her tightly and Angela smiled with her, happy because she found a friend like Erin.

"Oh, I have Geography now, can't wait for the lunch. I'll see you later." Erin kissed Angela's cheek like a goodbye and walked away.

Fuck Angela's life. She had Chemistry, which meant she had to sit with Harry.

Her steps were slow, but there she was, standing in front of the door. With a heavy huff, she opened it and realized that no one was talking.

That only meant Harry was there.

And he was, sitting in the back and looking angry as usually, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glowing with evilness. Angela didn't want to sit next to him, but she had no choice- every seat was occupied.

Her heart banged against her chest, making it harder to breathe for her. She had a strange feeling that it was going to be really awkward- and she didn't want to exchange a word with him.

Even if Harry did want to speak to her, he was confused, really confused. No one made him that lost before, it kind of felt like he really didn't know what to do, what should be good.

Did he want to be good?

No.

Never.

He was made on that way, on a bad way.