The Fallen Angel (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Prologue.

"Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love."

Prologue.

I watched her silently from above, as she strolled carelessly down the small high street. Her deep, sea green eyes darted to each, individual human as if one might hurt her.

She is one of them, I can feel it.

I just knew by the way the positive energy glowed on her skin, creating smiles on the people who passed her. A group of boys hollered in her direction, wolf whistling. She just smirked, tossing her long, blonde hair in their direction as it fell past her shoulders in waves. Annoyance filled me as I stalked her, growling at the way people seemed to love her, and the way she knew it herself. Who does she think she is?

Well, I know who she is. Eventually her small, slim frame faded in the distance as I rubbed my hands together. Immediately I felt a pang of loneliness, but I just shrugged it off.

I can't get attached, she was the enemy.

Rising to my full stance, I gave one last longing smirk in her direction, her silhouette fully disappeared in the crowd of people.

Then I was away, off into the never ending darkness of the sky.

She was going to be mine, I just knew it.