Angel || h.s.

Chapter 20

***Harry's POV***

I finally gave Angel the notebook yesterday. Niall brought me a chair and I've been sitting here, my head down, staring at my feet and anxiously fiddling with my fingers, since.

I don't know how close she is to finishing it and I refuse to look up up and see. I haven't even dared to risk one peek because I'm scared of what I'll see. I'm scared of what her reaction is. So I'm waiting. I'm waiting for her to finish it and come to me.

This morning Niall gave me a watch so that I'd be able to keep track of time. The sun's light had pretty much faded away and from the time that the watch gave I knew that in half an hour or so it will be dinner time.

I wonder how far she is from finishing it.

Then again, I've been wondering that the entire time.

"Oh, my god," Angel said quietly. She has said that a few times already, but I can't completely make out the expression in her tone. "Oh, my god."

Then the bed made a soft crunching noise, like when you step in extremely soft freshly fallen snow, telling me that she must have been shifting her weight again. I bowed my head lower and rubbed my face with my hands as I nervously wondered what that could mean.

"Harry."

Well, I guess I got my answer.

I froze and mentally my mind grew hysterical, as I was terrified and panicked on what to do in response. But somehow maintaining my silent composure, I calmed myself down and my head shot up. All in a brief moment.

Angel was standing in front of me.

I didn't even hear her coming. How was she so quiet and stealthy? I mean, I know shes an angel, but that doesn't mean she doesn't surprise me when she sneaks up on me like that. Just looking at her made my heart beat quicken.

She stood there in the twilight-like light wearing a terribly wrinkled pale green button down shirt that was way too long for her. It looked like an actual dress on her. Her hair was slightly messy and her wings rustled majestically behind her as if they had never been injured in the first place. Her warm brown eyes were slightly pink and bright with tears, and the iris glistened like the amber glow that you sometimes see in coke or root beer. And in her arms she hugged a little notebook to her chest.

She blinked and a large tear emerged from her eye. It smoothly ran down her face and fell onto the carpet floor.

I looked down again at my cold sweaty hands.

I'm so sorry.

But I never got the chance to say any of those words.

"Thank you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace.

I was startled at first and didn't do anything. I had tried to ready myself for many possible outcomes, but this was not one of then. I never expected her to react like this.

But then her embrace tightened. "Thank you," she said again.

I found myself slowly standing up and before I knew it I was embracing her just as tightly.

And it felt so right.

Like that was where she was meant to be. In my arms.

The hug lasted forever until she pulled away all too soon.

"It's beautiful," she said, her hands on my shoulders.

"You've been crying," I stated.

It was like I couldn't fully comprehend and take in everything that was happening.