Angels and Demons (larry stylinson)

VIII

The next morning Harry awoke to the sound of a quiet buzzing. He groaned, reaching out to grab his phone off of the nightstand next to his bed. It wasn't until the phone was in his hand that he realized just exactly what had happened last night. How he had gone by himself to the Demon's neighborhood, how he'd gone to Louis house, then gotten the phone back, and eventually got back here only to wank to the thought of Louis.

It was the end that made Harry's stomach churn. He felt incredibly sick with himself, having jerked off to the thought of a Demon. The same Demon that had killed someone not more than 48 hours ago because of Harry. Technically, Harry could be considered a murderer, as far as he was concerned. Yet he had gotten himself off to the thoughts of the murderer. The guilt sat in him like boiling lava.

It wasn't until he looked back down at the phone in his hand, that it was forgotten. Something far more concerning was flashing across his screen. A text from an unknown number, like it was difficult for Harry to guess who it was. He slide his finger across the screen, back and forth, not really wanting to know what it said. Eventually his curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it.

Be ready-

That was it. That was all it said. It was a text with two words in it, no signature, no way of truly knowing whether or not it was Louis. Of course, Harry wasn't so daft as to think it wasn't, but still, if he wanted to calm himself, he could. There was no point. He knew it was Louis who texted him, who wanted Harry to be paranoid all day, be on edge until nothing happened. Harry couldn't be sure nothing was going to happen though, and that's what brought the panic along.

He added Louis number into his contacts, figuring it might not be the last time he got a text from this number. God only knew how long Louis would keep this up. Terrifying Harry, sending him over the edge. It was what Louis quite literally lived to do, torment people, send them into a panic. At least he was good at his job.

Harry on the other hand was not so good, he realized as he looked down at the time. It was nearly 9am and he was sure Niall had already left to the hospital, or wherever he was assigned today. Harry hoped he had a lot to do today, more to distract him from his seemingly imminent doom.

He got himself ready quickly, not taking a shower, far too paranoid to have his eyes shut for too long when home alone. He hurried through the kitchen, throwing together a bowl of cereal and some tea. He picked up the paper, and skimmed it. He heald his breath as he got to the obituaries. He didn't know a single one of them. He still took time to read through every one of their clippings, feeling bad for the loss, but incredibly relieved.

Once he was done with the actual paper, he moved onto the agenda. Instead of just skimming it, he decided to read it in full today.

Name: Harry Styles

Age: 127

Appearance: 18

Skills: attractive to females, establishes trust easily. Likable to all. Works well with others. Goes above and beyond most days, accepting more projects than assigned. Very humble. Overall good worker

Disadvantages: quite slow on completing tasks. Not extremely social. Hasn't worked on special skill.

Aah, there it was, Harry thought, breaking away from the text for a moment. He knew he'd find it on here, the lack of a special skill. Every Angel had one, a heightened sense, or incredible mind, some sort of enhanced ability. Everyone except Harry it seemed. He knew he had one, he felt it at times, like it was just beneath the surface, waiting to poke out, but he never worked on it, so it never surfaced.

Some Angels developed it naturally, those whose gifts were stronger and such. Others, like Harry, had to work at it. Niall was one of the ones who had to work at it, just like Harry, but Niall's was quite different from most others. He could cure disease. Not all disease, but most. That's why he always got assigned the hospital. That's usually what ended up happening. People would do the basic saving, the type Harry does, until they developed their skill, then they'd be assigned rescues more fit to their strengths.