Angel || h.s.

Chapter 19

***Niall's POV***

As of right now, I'm collecting Harry's lunch from him.

It was fish and chips today.

He hasn't been much different the last week or so, all I've noticed is what I noticed before; the notebook with the pen in it.

I knocked on the door to let him know I was coming in.

What the . . .

I opened the door to find Harry standing up, out of bed. His back was to me and he was looking down at something in his hands.

"Here to get your finished plate, Harry," I said slowly, trying to grasp what I saw.

You have to understand, he literally hasn't gotten out of bed in months.

"Uh, Niall?" He asked, turning to me but with his eyes still on the notebook in his hands.

Wait . . . He was talking too? Woah. Plot twist.

I blinked slowly.

"Can I go see Angel now?"

I blinked rapidly a few times as it took me a long moment to digest the question.

"Uh-- yeah sure," I said.

Without another word he walked towards the door and I stepped aside so that he could pass. I silently followed his footsteps as he made his way to Angel's room.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in," said Angel's pleasant voice. Her back was to us and she was facing a full body mirror. She was gently stretching her wings, and with the mirrors help was examining how the I jury was healing.

Without a sound Harry and I entered the room.

Angel turned upon sensing our presence actually within the room and inhaled sharply from surprise when she saw Harry.

"Harry," she whispered.

Her brown eyes glistened with an emotion that I can't quite identify as they made contact with his. A message passed between them, but what it is I don't know.

Harry tossed the notebook onto the bed. It was the only thing between them.

She started to walk towards it, her glance lingering on him. She sat herself on the bed, folding her legs beneath her with the same elegance that she might her wings. Her hair was down and unbrushed and it fell in front of her face as she looked down at the book. Almost at the same time, her wings flapped once lightly, rustling the thick feathers.

"What's this?" She asked Harry, picking it up.

He didn't say anything.

He just stood there with his sad eyes on her and his hands neatly folded behind his back. But I could see that he nervously rubbed his wrist with the thumb of the opposite hand.

The light wasn't on in the room, and the only light came from the natural sunlight that shone through windows. Harry was standing in an open part of the room, and yet it still seemed that shadows seemed to cling to him.

"For you."

His voice wasn't even a whisper, but something softer. It was more raspy and hoarse than usual and cracked quietly. It was almost as if it wasn't even said.

The lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face before, fell in front of her face again and she gave Harry a soft questioning glance as she brushed it away once again.

She opened the book and began to read. Almost immediately the questioning look on her face deepened and it became clear that she was entranced in the words.

What did he write in there, anyway?

Something tells me that I'll never know.

Why?

Because I'm not supposed to.

Whatever is written on those pages, is not my business nor is it my concern. The meaning behind the code of words and phrases between those two covers was between the two of them.

I sighed.

Something else tells me that whatever problem Angel and Harry have, the answer is in that little boo,. and that Harry wasn't going anywhere until Angel read every last word, but Angel wouldn't move from that position anyway until she did.

And one other thing.

It was going to take a long time.

I briefly left the room, grabbed a chair from the dining room, and brought it back to Harry.

"Here, Haz, since you'll probably be here for a while."

Harry took the chair and slowly sat down, his hands now folded on his lap. Looking at me, his eyes said many things.

All I could do was nod. Then I left the room, shutting the door behind me.

Sigh.

Oh, Harry.

I know, I know.

But sometimes, I don't think that you do.

* * *

So, yesterday at lunch Harry finally gave Angel that notebook and as I predicted, they both haven't moved an inch. Angel fell asleep reading it last night and apart from when she ate, slept and used the bathroom, she never took her eyes off of it.

The notebook, although small in size, has at least a two-three hundred pages in it. Angel reads really fast and at the pace she's reading my guess is that she'll finish it tonight, and if not tonight, then definitely tomorrow morning.

But for now, its time for dinner--spaghetti and meatballs to be exact--so as usual I'm bringing them their meal.

Hey, the door is closed. I wonder why that is.

. . . What the . . . and its locked too? That's weird.

"Hey, guys, dinner," I called, knocking on the door, but no one responded.

Did they not hear me or something?

"Harry, Angel. Food."

No answer.

Huh.

They probably just fell asleep. Which, if they miss only one meal, is perfectly fine with me because honestly they both could use it.

"Well, its right here when you want it," I said aloud.

Wait, why did I do that when they cant even hear me? I don't know.

Maybe I need to go to bed too.

Yyaaaawwwwwnnn.

Yeah. Time for bed.

Good night.

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So I know it was another short, not very interesting chapter, but I still have tricks hiding up my sleeves for you all.

And you'll never see them coming. MUUWAHAHAHA.

This chapter may seem insignificant right now, but just you wait and see. It's actually kind of important.

So . . . yeah. Until next chapter!

~Ari