Fallen

+ Chapter Three

"So, they can't see you?" I whisper to Phil as we walk through town.

"Nope," Phil replies.

"How is that even possible?"

"It's a charm, sort of like a spell. I made it so that humans can't see me. That's how us angels get around Earth."

"But I can still see you," I say.

"That's because you're not human."

"So everyone thinks I'm talking to myself right now?"

"Yup," Phil giggles.

That explains the weird looks I'm getting.

"Oh, god," I blush. I quickly pull out my phone and press it against my ear.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it look like I'm talking on the phone," I explain.

"Smart!"

"Smart is my middle name," I smirk.

He gives me a blank look. "No, it's not. It's James."

"It was just an expression," I sigh.

"Anyway, why are we here?" Phil asks.

"I need to buy some things for the house. I'm out of shampoo and stuff," I say as I look for the store that has the things I'm looking for.

"Oh, that makes sense," he nods. "Can I help?"

"If you want," I shrug. I hold up the list so that both of us can see it.

"The store should be—"

"—there!" Phil cuts me off.

"That's not it," I say into the phone, confused.

Phil stands in front of some random store. Through the window, I can see all types of girly things inside.

"Can we go in? Please, please, please!" he begs. He pouts and has his hands clasped together in front of him.

I roll my eyes, "Fine, but just for a little bit. Then, we have to look for my things."

"Yay," Phil claps and smiles brightly.

I open the door to let us it. As soon as he walks in, he goes straight to something displayed near the window.

"Wow," Phil breathes.

"What is it?" I ask as I walk up to him.

"I need this," he says as he turns around to face me.

At the top of his head rests a white flower crown.

"And why do you 'need' it exactly?" I chuckle.

"Because it reminds me of my halo and I miss my halo. Please, can I have it?" He gives me the same little act from outside.

"Ugh, fine." I grab the crown from his head and walk to the register to pay for it. "I swear, sometimes I think you're six instead of twenty six," I say. Phil just laughs.

The cashier must have heard me because she smiles the whole time. I'm sure she thinks I'm talking to someone on the phone. If only she knew she is standing just a few feet away from an angel.

I thank her before we leave. As soon as we make it outside, Phil puts on the flower crown. He walks around with an even brighter smile than before.

"Alright, now to find your things!" Phil says. I smile.

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"Do we have to take the long way?" I whine. "We can literally take a shortcut through the park and we would get home in half the time."

"No, Dan. We can't go through the park. It's too dangerous in there for you," Phil says.

Both of us carry bags in our hands. Phil doesn't mind, but I feel too lazy to take the long way home. I don't even bother to pretend to talk on the phone.

"How is a park dangerous? I've been there loads of times and nothing has ever happened to me," I huff.

"That was before. Now, if we go in there, they'll see that you're with me and then they'll suspect something is up. You need to stay under the radar," Phil says.

"Who are you talking about? I thought you said they couldn't see you."

"The humans can't. The angels still can, both kinds. Plus, dark angels are know to hang out in woodsy areas, that park for example," Phil explains.

"Oh," I respond, finally understanding.

"Now, lets hurry home. I get the chills just talking about them," he says as he picks up his pace.

"Why don't you just fly us there?"

"You need to stay under the radar, remember?"

I groan and start walking faster just to keep up with him. Since Phil is way taller than me, he has longer legs. That means that his fast walk is my jog so, by the time we get home, I am exhausted.

"I'm never leaving my apartment ever again," I say as soon as we walk through the front door.

"About that," Phil starts. "I told my brother that I would only be gone for a few hours. The time is different in Heaven from Earth. Twelve Earth hours is equal to one hour in Heaven. Here, it seems like I have been gone for two days, but, up there, I have been gone for four hours. As much as I would love to stay longer, I have to go back to report your appearance to the king and queen."

"I thought you said you were taking me back to Stella," I say, confused.

"I will. I just need to find someone who knows how to break your appearance charm first."

"Oh."

"I need you to promise me that you're not going to leave your apartment until I get back. It is very dangerous out there for you," Phil says sternly.

I roll my eyes, "Okay, mum. It's not like I've been living here my whole life or anything."

"This is serious, Dan."

"Alright, alright. I promise not to leave."

"Good," he smiles. "I have to go now. I'll be back as soon as I can. If you happen to be in danger, just call my name and I'll come to your aid. But, if I don't come fast enough, I'll leave this with you."

My eyes widen as he takes out his long, silver knife. He hands it to me and I hold it as if it could kill me if I make the wrong move, which it probably can. I stare at the engraved
𝓟.𝓜.𝓛. , his initials.

"W-what about you?" I stutter as I set the knife down on the coffee table, as far away from me as possible.

"Everyone is out to kill you not me, remember? Plus, I can just get another one up in Stella," he says as he starts walking to the front door.

"Gee, thanks for reminding me," I say sarcastically as I follow him.

When we make it outside, I expect Phil to make everything stop like he did when he came down to Earth, but he doesn't. He just casually walks to the sidewalk as if he doesn't have a pair of wings on his back.

"I'll see you in a couple hours, Prince Daniel!"

"Goodbye, Philip," I respond. I'm too tired to get angry at him for calling me 'Prince Daniel'.

Phil smiles as he removes the flower crown from his head and holds it in one of his hands. He crouches down as if he were to take a knee and then pushes himself into the air. He is gone in a matter of seconds.

I sigh as I make my way back into my apartment. Time to put all of the stuff I bought away.

Yay.

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