Angel //c.h//

Chapter 9

Calum, to put it shortly, was perfect.

Handsome. Funny. Caring.

Perfect.

It turns out only I could see him, which was kind of annoying. Imagine only being able to talk to someone when your certain that your alone.

It's very annoying.

"Freya!" Calum burst into my room, his expression excited.

"Yes, Calum?" I almost giggled at his adorableness.

"We should get to know each other better, by playing 20 questions!" He exclaimed triumphantly, like he had solved the worlds problems.

To be honest, that boy would probably try to solve all of them. He'd see a bad news report, and then feel guilty he wasn't able to prevent the situation. The only way to make him feel better was to give him an Oreo.

Mind you, Oreos always make me feel better too.

I nodded, giving him the sign that I wanted too.

Sitting across from each other on my bedroom floor, we began.

"Okay, I'll go first! What's your full name?" Calum grinned at me expectantly.

"Freya Grace Holman.." I scowled at the name. Too girly for my liking. I would have preferred a name like Taylor, or Andi. But no. I got Freya Grace.

"Mines Calum Thomas Hood.".

I searched my brain for a question, eventually finding one.

"How did you become a guardian angel?".

His face scrunched up, deep in thought.

"Well, it's to do with family status, really. Whatever your ancestors were, that's what you'll be. My family just happened to be guardian angels. I'm just glad I'm not an angel who has to deal with dead people." He shuddered.

I can't imagine Calum being an angel of death. He's too nice.

"My turn again! What are your parents names?".

The words 'parents' tugged at my heart strings.

Parents is plural.

I had a singular parent.

"My dad's name is Andrew Simon Holman... And I don't know my mums...".

Trying hard to hold back the tears, Calum's warm embrace surrounded me.".

"I'm sorry for asking..." He muttered.

"It's okay..". I muttered back. But it wasn't, really.

I'm missing someone I never knew.

Calum stood up, and raced out of the room. A couple of bangs, and a rather adorable 'oow!' later, he came back. He sat down again, placing a small black and white cookie in my hand. A small chuckle made the tears fade away.

"Thanks Cal.. Okay, next question! Do you have a crush?".

He shook his head, resulting in his fringe falling across his face. "Do you?".

My lips parted to answer, but something stopped me.

That something being that you can't tell your crush that you have a crush on them.