Darkened Angel (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10.

Harry sat back and drove off. The range rover stayed silent. My cheek was tingly. I had brought my hand to my cheek, the feeling lingering. I had much more to worry about than a simple meaningless kiss on the cheek, but that was all I could think about. It was so real. For the first time in days, things seemed real. I knew this was real. My parents were gone, along with my house. I was living with someone I had never met but he knew me. I was taken and saved by one of Harrys friend. I had wings and was an angel. I got shot and was again saved by Harrys friend. I slept, nothing more, with Harry. I went to school and Harry came and got me. The person who wanted me dead was going to school with me. And the thing that seemed most real, was the kiss on the cheek, from Harry.

Most people would be scared stiff by all of this, but I wasn't most people, I was an angel. I wasn't scared. The whole thing may have been real but so was I. I was going to find the people who had killed my parents.

My thoughts were ended as we pulled up at Harrys house. Harry unlocked my door and we bailed out. Zayn gave me my books as we walked in. I sat them in the living room and waited for Harry to come in, but he didn't. Zayn walked in and sat on the couch, turned on the tv, and motioned for me to sit down, which I did. Finally I broke the silence. "Zayn?" "Yea?" I paused not sure what to ask. "Whose after me?" Zayn glanced over and muted the tv. "I'm afraid I can't tell you." "What are you and Harry?" "We don't know. You are suppost to know." "But I don't know. I don't know whose after me or why they want me or why they would kill my parents or anything. But you two know everything and won't fucking tell me. Now I'm basically locked up here because if I leave there is a posibility I could get killed." My voice had been rising steadily as I talked, shocking Zayn. He couldn't even answer, he just stared at me.

I glanced up to see Harry leaning in the doorway. He slowly came in and stood in front of me. "Kas, we don't know exactly whose after you. We believe there are two groups, who want two different things with you." He paused. He was towering over me with his arms crossed. "They killed your parents because they were after them. Your parents were going to kill them. The two groups that are after you don't work together though. I would let you go out if you're with one of us." He looked down and probably read my anger. "Listen, I don't want you dead." I scoffed. What's it to him? "I feel trapped, just like I have my whole life. I hate being held up."

I went to walk to my room and Harry grabbed me and turned me to face him. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but the thought of you dead is something I can't bear." And before I could react, he pulled me in for a hug, or I thought it was a hug, instead he kissed me. Lip lock. I was to shocked to respond and just as quick as it happened, it ended, leaving me breathless as he walked out of the room and somewhere else. I brought my hand to my lips, as if to make sure that just happened. I was staring at the ground, my whole body felt numb as my lips tingled. After I regained my composure, I sat down on the couch.

It took me a while but I finally could speak, "Zayn, why are yours and Harrys wings black and mine white?" Zayn shifted, seeming uncomfortable about the question. "Well you are an angel. I think at one point Harry and I were too, neither of us can remember though. We have black wings because of something we did." I wondered what he meant. "Okay, Harry and I were angels and well Harry saw this girl, human girl. He got lustful and had... sex with her. That's when his wings changed black. Angels aren't suppose to do things like that, they are suppost to be good," he stopped to think, and I wasn't completly getting what he was saying, "Well, Harry and I were, what you would call, undesigned angels. If we did bad, we couldn't be angels anymore. Whereas you, your a special type of angel. You can do whatever, though I wouldn't advise it, and still be an angel." "What did you do that made you this?" I didn't know how else to word it. "Well, this girl, she was well," I knew what he was saying, "And I did what Harry did, I had sex, though Harry has done it more than I have." The thought of him with another girl didn't seem right. Zayn shrugged, "So you being the special type of angel, you are the only one who can tell us what we are." Before I knew what I saying I had already said something, that shocked Zayn as much as it did me.

"You're a Darkened Angel."