Unnatural// 5SOS & 1D

Plummet// part one

l.t: Fallen

I remember when I first met her, Delilah. The first thing that popped into my mind was that she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. Which is saying something for me because I think I'm the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I was an angel after all, a fallen one but still an angel.

Her hair was the color of fire that burned in the deepest depths of hell and I found it strange comparing such an awful corner of the world with the girl that stood before me. Her skin was as pale as her hair was bright. She had these enormous green eyes filled with wonder, compassion, everything I'm not. She stood nearly a head shorter than me but somehow this small girl managed to strike fear into my very soul. If I had one. It was the thought of loosing her, or her going away that scared me the most. I'm not a very sentimental man and I've never felt this way before, especially not over a human.

We were at the park. I think she was watching some smaller children, babysitting them I learned later. She stood on the grassy knoll watching the children swing, slide and run around. I almost walked right past her. It was her glorious red hair that caught my eye. I wasn't sure how long I stood there and stared but it was long enough for her to notice. She was tucking a lock of red hair behind her left ear and saw me standing there from her peripherals. The innocent girl Delilah is, she smiled and turned to me.

"Something I can help you with?" She questioned. I thought I was staring at her blankly but in the image of myself reflected back in her eyes, I saw that I looked very much confused.

"Are you from heaven?" A girl this captivating had to have been an angel. There was no way God would have created such beauty in a human. Delilah laughed which I found odd.

"That's a very cliche pick up line you know?" Pick up line? I just asked her if she was from heaven. "My names Delilah." She stuck out her hand and the wind picked up around her hair, tossing it slightly. I reached for her hand.

"Louis," I muttered. A name I had picked up around the 18th century when I became tired of people asking for my name and running away screaming.

"Nice to meet you Louis. What brings you to the park?" She questioned. I was a little amazed she even wanted to talk to me. I shoved my hands into my pockets.

"I'm taking a walk." I replied slowly.

"I've never seen you around before." I arched an eyebrow at her and she turned pink. "I mean, it's kind of a small town. Everyone knows everyone." She explains quickly.

"Just came in." More like flew in, technicalities.

"Well, I hope to see you around. I have to get the kids though." She faces the children again and calls two names I don't bother to remember. I make sure to have disappeared by the time she turns back to me.

I watched her constantly after that. Always in the shadows, always twenty steps behind her, not that I needed to. I retained some of my cloaking powers given to all angels so we can be "guardian angels" to the humans, but following too closely feels wrong. I think the humans call it stalking. I don't know why stalking her makes me uncomfortable I'm a fuckin angel, it shouldn't make me uncomfortable. I should see it as a necessity.

I think she knows I'm here. Delilah constantly looks over her shoulders now and shudders every now and then like shes scared. That might be me. I'm probably putting the fear of God in her just by being this close. There have been many times where I want to reach out to her, talk to her. When she dropped her books last week, loose pages catching in the wind, I finally made another entrance.

"This is technically littering." I told her, walking up and handing her some of the pages I had caught. Littering? Did I just say that? I don't care about this damn planet or its humans so why would I care if they litter?

"Well if I wasn't so clumsy and hadn't fallen over that step right there." She said managing to pick up her books in one scoop and tuck her hair behind her ear with the opposite hand. "Then I wouldn't... Oh, hello Louis." I cocked my head at her startled.

"You remembered my name." I stared. Delilah smiled.

"Yes, of course. I remember your face too. Well, I mean.." She began mumbling. I smirked. "It's nice to see you again and thank you." She said brightly taking the pages from my hand. They looked like drawings.. Of angels.

"What are you drawing?" I asked, sounding a lot harsher than I intended.

"Oh, um I've been having these weird dreams lately." She said, not phased by my tone. "They have a lot of crazy things in them like angels." Delilah said showing me a drawing. I knew the angel well. Michael. I wondered how she captured his likeness onto a piece of paper.

"That's really good." I murmured. Delilah's cheeks turned a bit red, though I couldn't figure out why.

"Thank you." She replied lightly, placing the drawing back in between the cover of a black hard cover book. "I would love to stay and talk but I have to go meet my parents soon." I nodded. I already knew that. She's having dinner with them tonight. "I'll see you later Louis." She said with a smile waving goodbye. I nodded at her, without a trace of a smile on my lips.

I tried to think of more ways to see her. More ways run into her but so far, I had come up with nothing. That is, until this week. That's when I realized she was going away to college. That's when I realized I could follow her. I would have to come up with a damn good story though as to why I was in her small town and now showing up at her college. I was an angel of Hell though, I could figure something out.

It's easy to sway human minds. Some well placed persuasion here, a little angelic intervention here and I was enrolled I college, taking similar classes to Delilah and a junior in college, such as she was. One of the classes we were enrolled in together was religious studies. I thought it was pretty ironic.

When she walked into our shared class, her eyes met mine immediately. Delilah looked bewildered as she walked my way. "Louis? What are you doing here?" She asked, slowly sitting in the desk I front of me. I tried to match her confusion.

"I go to college here."

"Really? But.. Well it is a big school." She said to herself. "What were you doing in my hometown?"

"Visiting a sick relative. I didn't know you attended this place." Delilah laughed a little.

"We didn't really talk that much Louis." The teacher entered the classroom and began a spiel about what we can look forward to in this class, how he expects us to act and all things school like textbooks and syllabuses. "I'm glad to see you again Louis." Delilah whispered, glancing back at me for a second. "We can be study mates." Her eyes sparkled. I wasn't thinking about being her "study mate" though. I was thinking about making her mine.