Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Ten- That Smile.

HARRY'S POV

        It was a long night, but in the end we ended up winning the award. I smiled brightly at the crowd, and almost immediately my eyes fell upon Gracie who just clapped wit ha bright smile on her face. I found myself smiling wider knowing that she was proud of me. I shook my head quickly. No, I shouldn't be thinking things like this. It's out of the question. I'm trying to be nice because I have to look after her. This is the easiest way to do it after all. But if I find myself being too nice...well, that could be a huge problem. 

        As we returned to our seats I mumbled to myself. "Why can't anything be easy?"

        "The best things in life you must work hard for," Niall whispers beside me seeing my frustrated mood on my face.

        I decide not even to bother glaring at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

        When we left I found myself hooking arms with Gracie again. She weaved and smiled more boldly at the cameras as we excited. I found myself smiling down at her proud that she got it down. I swallowed my smile and looked straight ahead. There was something her smile gave me. This...warmth in my chest. Now I knew it wasn't anything rationally normal. She was causing it. How in the world could she do that to me? When we got into the limo she sighed and I unhooked our arms.

        "That was so tiring, but I'm glad you guys one," She looks up at me, and I turn away unable to look back into her blue eyes. I didn't want that warm feeling coming back.

        "Yeah, me too."

        "Thanks again for before," She says softly.

        I turn to her. "What?"

        "For calming me down," She laughs; I like the sound. No, no I don't. "You didn't have to."

        I cross my arms and smirk leaning back. "Well, I can't have you sweating bullets on my arm on a red carpet."

        She nods. "I guess that would make you look bad, huh?"

        There's a slight tug in my chest and the warmness spreads again. I curse inwardly. This was getting out of control. I decided to stp talking to her for the rest of the night or even look at her. I can't feel that warmness ever again.

        She yawns softly and rests her head on the window and silently falls asleep. I couldn't resist; I sneak a peek at her sleeping face and the warmness starts up again. God dammit.

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        I sat up on the hotel roof to catch some air. That nagging warmness was gone so I guess you could say I was thankful for that. I sat down holding my head. Why did I have to protect her anyway? Why did she have to be so close? It's not like she's in any danger. And what do I look like? A body guard? I'm one of the Fallen that ended up falling with Lucifer for hell's sake. But in order to get into heaven again...

        I sigh and shake my head. This was way too exhausting to be perfectly honest. 

        Garron...

        Dammit. Him again?

        What is it, my Lord?

        You don't seem glad to hear from me.

        No, it is always a pleasure.

        My Fallen Garron, I have a...thing for you to do.

        What is it you want?

        Fly Garron...fly and I will show you.

        I wanted to resist him, okay? But it's not exactly like I really have an ultimate choice in the matter. I am his puppet, his loyal...angel. I don't exactly have a free will to say no. I strip my shirt off and take a deep breath as I stand on the edge of the building. Dark violet wings grow from my shoulder blades; I grunt from the pain of not flying for a little while. And I jump. 

        Before I could completely lose myself as Harry and become Garron, my mind instantly flashes to Gracie's bright naive smile. That smile. I felt that sudden rush of warmth before I lost myself.