~Harry's P.O.V.~
I stop mid sentence. She deserves to know what I am hiding from her. She needs to know.
Ever since she said yes to marrying me I got a strange feeling wash over me. When I hugged and kissed her I felt her. How? I dont know. Fallen Angels aren't meant to feel unless they kill the specific person they are assigned to. While I was in the restroom in the hotel before breakfast came I called my best friend; Niall; He too is a fallen angel with the same situation as me. Except for the part where I fell in love with the mundane I need to kill. He apparently said that once you and another person wether a mundane, fallen angel, guardian, and so forth, If you swear any sort of bondage in this case marriage and you both 'swear' or 'share the same main affection towards one another' in this case love. The curse given to every fallen angel will be broken and you and your spouse will share immortality and the fallen angel wether female or male is granted the gift to feel physically and emotionally. As soon as Niall explained that I was freaking happy. My Angel and I will have an everlasting love. With immortality. But there is one catch we can never reproduce. It hurts knowing Fatima and I will never have children.
"Haz? Hazzah?" I hear her beautiful voice calling for me.
"Can I tell you upstairs? It would be more comfortable than the kitchen floor."
"Sounds good I havent seen upstairs yet." She whispers with her beautiful smile that causes a variety of emotions over my body. Who knew a smile could cause that.
Finally reaching the stairs & leading her to my room. Our room now. "Is this our room from now on?" Fatima asked curiously. "Indeed it is. Ladies first." I reply opening the door to our room. Once in the room I signal her to sit on the bed while I nervously pace back and forth thinking how am I gonna explain all this shit I have been hiding from her. "When are you gonna tell me the secret that brought me here?" Well. Here goes nothing. I knee in front of her in the bed her legs wrapped around my waist. Unintentionally of course. I grab her hands and close my eyes brainstorming a way to begin the topic. No ideas so far. Damn it Harry! Grow some balls and tell her the damn truth. "Angel. Im not human."
"What?"
Way to go Styles.
Fatima's P.O.V.
"Angel. I'm not human."
Huh. "What?" Please don't say you are a motherfucking vampire. Please Lord. Dont say that word. "Im a Fallen Angel." He said. Once again confusion erupts in my mind. "I once was what you would call an 'Angel' up in heaven but I committed a crime that sent me here. A crime that I don't regret at all. Because if it wasn't for that mistake I would have never met You. The crime I committed was pretty bad if I must say. I killed an archangel. They are the people whom commanded me aswell as other angels. The punishment for those whom dare cause any harm, danger, or threats towards any of our leaders are executed, wings our cut off, the archangel whom you attempt to harm can torture you as he pleases that is you didn't kill him, which in my case I did." He paused taking a breath. "Go on." I encouraged him.
"I killed him because rumours were spreading all over the heavens that anyone whom murders their superior are granted the gift of feeling. Emotional and physical feelings. A gift every single angel craved to have in their possession. The gift that I wanted so fucking bad. So me and my mate Louis decided to give it a go. My father took a huge risk helping us, fortunately he didn't face any consequence for his actions unlike Lou and I. We had it all planned out perfectly......"
Harry's P.O.V.
*Flashback*
December 20th, 1757
