Angel || h.s.

Chapter 18

***Niall's POV***

A few days ago Angel told me that our (Harry and I's) time with her was limited.

It broke my heart. It KILLED me inside.

But I couldn't tell her. Because it would break her heart if I did.

I couldn't tell Harry. If it killed me it would MURDER him.

And I couldn't tell anyone else. Not my mum, not my dad, not Greg, not Louis, not Liam, not Zayn, no one. No one. I couldn't tell anyone.

Because I made a promise to my best friend that I wouldn't.

But, on the bright side Angel has been getting better and better. She's still got a while before she'll be able to use that wing again but she's able to get out of bed and move around on her own now, so that's good.

Also, and even more amazingly, I caught Harry using the notebook I gave him.

He's been writing.

I don't know what he writes in it. But he writes in it. He's doing something. And that's a major improvement.

Okay, I'll admit I didn't actually catch him red handed writing in the notebook, but the pen isn't as full of ink as it used to be and the pencil is inside the notebook, acting as a bookmark. But I'm taking that as he's using it.

For now at least, that's enough.

***Harry's POV***

I have no idea how long it's been, a few months at least.

According to Niall, Angel has been getting much better all of a sudden. Which means its almost time.

But I'm not ready.

I'm not ready to talk to her.

I love her, I do. She means everything to me.

But after what happened . . .

. . .the way she ran away from me after we kissed . . .

. . . what she had said with her eyes . . .

. . .

I-I I-just-I just. I just can't do it.

But I don't want her to leave either.

I can't even speak to Niall, so how am I going to be able to speak to her?

I don't know. But I have to figure it out. Soon. I have to figure it out before she leaves. Before she disappears from my life and goes back to Drew and her family.

Niall had given me a notebook and some pens and pencils, so I've been using that to organize my feelings.

Not my thoughts.

My feelings.

I thought that maybe if I can't tell her, then I can show her.

She can read my thoughts, and what I've been feeling.

And she can read it over and over again until she understands.

And if she still decides to leave, then she can take it with her, she can take a part of me with her and know that I love her. And that I always will.

So I've been writing. Writing and thinking, and writing, and thinking, and writing, and erasing, and writing, and thinking.

It's kind of just like one giant poem with a million different little stanzas. Or a book with a thousand completely different stories.

I want to fill up the entire notebook. I'll probably end up repeating some ideas but that's okay.

When I'm not writing I've been thinking, unless if course Niall comes in and makes me eat. He always comes at the same time so I know when to put my notebook down so that he doesn't find out.