Hell's Angel

Chapter 20 Micheal (and Liam)

"So how did you and Liam actually meet?" Liam and Louis are tending to that Harold guy, finally, and Zayn and I are just chilling. I am lounged across the sofa and Zayn is curled up in the love seat. He smiles.

"Liam was actually the first angel to go with Louis. Ya' know after he was banished from Heaven. Then a bunch of other angels followed suit, because Liam was a highly respected angel, not that Louis wasn't, but anyway. So about twenty years later I die. I committed suicide because my parents had died after my mum gave birth to my youngest sister. Them my eldest sister took my other sisters away in the middle of the night, and left me for dead, basically. I didn't know what happened or where she went.

So at about seventeen or so I hung myself in my old house. I was not religious so I immediately came here. I appeared in front of Louis and Liam. Normally they have to go and collect the souls, unless you are destined to become a demon. Louis was excited, but Liam seemed apprehensive. It was probably because I was so young. Anyway, Louis took me under his wing. I aged, it's a long and bullshitty process that I will not explain. Then Louis started telling me to make a move on Liam. At first I denied, but he, Mikey, and Ashton pushed me into doing it. I kissed Liam and he responded how I wanted him too. He kissed back. That was the start of our relationship, helped along by Louis, Ashton, and Calum." He finishes his story and looks at me.

"Wow."

"Right?" He smiles again, as if thinking of everything that happened.

~(Flashback(s) shit, because I want to show you rather than have liam tell you and plus I can't end the chapter there, lol)

Liam

Louis and I are laughing about some shitty joke he told. It was about the last prey we fed on. Fucking idiot.

I hear a choking sound and instantly fear for Louis, but there lying on the floor beside the table is a boy, making choking and gasping sounds.

"Hey! Hey!" Louis says softly but in a commanding tone. The boy looks around, confused and dazed.

"Where? What-I? I am supposed to be dead." He looks at Louis and I, surveying us, "Am I in heaven?"

Louis and I almost pee our pants because we laugh so hard. The boy seems so confused.

"No, darling, you are in Hell." Louis says, using his most flamboyant, or as I call it 'his gay-boy voice', tone.

"Oh, why?"

"Well. I've got no idea, lets take a look shall we?" Louis says to me. I nod. I walk to the boy and he stands up. I circle around him, assessing wounds and such.

"Well, Lou. The hands and feet seem to be a bit purple, and there are bruises on his neck, so I suspect suicide. Hanging, rope, going by the bruising." Louis nods at me.

"No, no, why am I here?" He stresses, "Shouldn't I be burning in flames?"

"Oh, well you appear to your Highness, Louis, when you are meant to be a demon." I say.

-

He seems to be aging well, he was seventeen when he appeared. He is growing buffer, and more attractive.

Louis is teaching him all he needs to know, with he assistance of his trusty Australians. The three, Ashton, Calum, and Mikey, help train Zayn in mastering fighting, mental shizz, and other stuff that I had perfected. Sometimes I watch him train with Ashton.

Ashton is our best figther, he is training Zayn. Right now the are trainging. It is very cliche but Zayn is punching a punching bag. Ashton is leaning against the wall next to the punching bag, looking unimpressed.

"C'mon, you are barely moving the bag!" Ashton yells, "You won't hurt a fly like that, stop. Just stop." Ashton grabs Zayn's fists.

"The punch isn't in the wrist. It's in the body, use the momentem of your entire body. Stop muckin' around, this isn't secondary school Zayn." Ashton lets go of his fists and leans against the wall. Zayn takes a deep breath, he pulls back, then throws a punch. It shakes the bag. Ashton walks over to the bag and puts his back against the other side of it.'

"Move me, come on, I want you to punch this bag so hard I start to fall over." Ashton says. Zayn flares his nostrils and practically smashes the bag, Ashton, before he can stop himself, falls to the floor.

Zayn smiles happily, and Ashton huffs

-

Somehow Zayn and I ended up together, in a small room. everyone was here but they left. Zayn is stirring his drink, and looking off into the distance. I am leaned up against the wall.

"Gay." Zayn suddenly blurts out.

"What?" I sit up and look at him. He blinks quickly a few times, shakes his head a little, and looks at me.

"I'm gay."

"Oh, ok."

"Does it bother you?"

"No," I am taken aback, "of course not."

"Come here."

"What?"

"Come here." He points to the seat in front of him. I stand up, "No wait, stay there." he gets up and walks towards me.

"Zayn?" He stops in front of me.

"You are attractive." His tone is blunt. He shrugs as if it is the most simple fact ever.

"So are you."

"No," He shakes his head, "you are attractive."

"Oh." He nods grimly. He grabs into my shoulders and walks me back to the wall. I know where this is going.

"I am going to kiss you now." I nod and close my eyes. I hear a deep breath, the Zayn's lips are on mine. Oh God, how do you breathe?

-

I groan as I enter Hell again. I just hunted some, and I probably have blood on my lips, but I don't care. I walk down the hallway and I see Zayn. He is leaning against the wall like some sex symbol.

"Babe." His voice is a mixture of a groan, a moan, and want. Dear God, I am going to need some help.

He puts his arms on my shoulders. Whispers babe again and I almost shit my pants.

He loans forward, so I can feel his breath on my lips. I know not to push forward so I can kiss him, no, Zayn's in charge.

He licks my lips and I moan. he shushes me and licks the again. I walk forward until I feel Zayn lean against the wall. I grab his hips as his finally kisses me. I grind my hips against him and he winds his fingers through my hair. He starts grinding against me.

"No, but-FUCK!" Interrupted. Shit. Zayn and I break. We look towards the voice. There stands Mikey and Ashton.

"Damn." Ashton hits Mikey, but Mikey still stand there, astonished and he repeats himself. I grab Zayn's hand and we quickly go to Zayn's quarters.

-

I will have to agree with Mikey 'damn'

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