Angels

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by RowanHollinger

by RowanHollinger

I know this book is for people to "meet" their heroes but I just have this nagging idea so here it is. Enjoy :)

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It's many years from now and our beloved One Direction, Macklemore, Justin Bieber, and many more have come to pass.

It is at this time we meet Trillium Darlan. By her old friends, she was called Trill for short. But after a cruel prank by one of her class mates, she lost almost everything important to her. Her friends, her boyfriend, some of her family even. Her grades dropped. She quit everything that gave her joy. She was mainly online, being harassed and bullied to a point that drove her here.

In her bathroom, two pills in her hand. The medicine was strong enough to kill her with one dose for her young age, but she wanted to make she the job was done. She wants to be surrounded by the only thing that made her feel close to happy, so she takes the pills with her to her room to look through her old posters that once belonged to her mother.

She had Macklemore, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Justin Bieber, P!nk, and more but her favourites were the six One Direction posters she had. All the holograms she'd seen of their concert, the video diaries, the bromances. She knew everything about them and wished she could've been born in the 1990s and early 2000s to have seen them live, but of course she wasn't. Because life doesn't want her to be happy.

"Maybe I'll finally get to meet my boys," Trillium murmurs to herself as she pops back the pills. Her fingers and toes start tingling then go completely numb. Then it crawls up her arms and legs until her entire body goes numb. She lies back on her bed, fumbles while she pulls up the covers and closes her eyes. Her last few difficult seconds in this cruel world.

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"W-where am I?" Trillium asks as she adjust her eyes to an unfamiliar brightness.

"Heaven." A figure answers. He looks to be in his early twenties, tanned, and very familiar...

"Zayn?" Trillium says. She realizes she can't raise her voice or lower it either. It's stuck in a calm volume that keeps her happy.Maybe no one can raise their voice at her either or snicker quietly behind her back.

"Zayn Malik at your service." He smiles and comes closer. She sees he has the entire angel form. Big, pearl white wings on his back and a halo hanging over his head.

"Want some help love?" A voice says from behind her.

"L-Louis?" She asks. As she twists her head to look over her shoulder at the voice, she sees nothing but her own pair of crisp, clean wings just as magnificent as Zayn's.

"Here, let me help you up." Another voice says in front of her. She turns her head back around to find her idol, Harry Styles, helping her up.

"Uh, OK..."

"Sh, sh, sh, princess don't cry." As Niall appears out of nowhere and wipes away a tear Trillium didn't even know had existed.

"I-I didn't--"

"Don't worry, it's a big change." Liam reassures her as he comes up beside her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Why'd you do it?" They all ask in unison.

"W-what?"

"Why'd you do it?" It's getting creepy and louder.

"I--"

"Why'd you do it?" It doesn't even sound like them any more.

"I just couldn't take it anymore!" Trillium starts to sob.

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"Trillium!"

It's her mother.

Trillium slowly opens her eyes to find herself in a healing dock, a medical breakthrough that went down in history.

"Trillium! Thank goodness you're alright!" Her mother cries, looking over her baby girl in the glass enclosed bed. It was almost like an incubator that gave a person all the vitamins, nutrients, and other things while they are unconscious.

"Mom," Trillium starts, her voice quiet and hoarse, "I finally got to meet the boys."

Her mother breaks down crying and Trillium realizes she finally has something happy to remember.

Her boys would always be there for her.

No matter what.