Fallen Angel||NH||AU||A Supernatural Inspiration.

Four

At work, I impatiently waited behind the receptionist desk for Niall to come barging in again. I had to find out what was going on. When Niall had told me to forget about what I heard the other day I did, but from what I've seen and heard last night I couldn't push the curiosity away. The urge to find out was so overwhelming I felt like I would burst. The morning felt so long, but that's only because I couldn't stop wondering when Niall would show up.

My shift was finally over, and he still didn't show. I sighed deeply and thought that I could just go visit him now. When I walked out of the building I saw that little punk standing outside, leaning against a sleek black, vintage-style car.

"Niall!" I called as I walked up to him. "We need to talk."

"Right now?" he questioned.

"Yes, right now. I need you to tell me what the hell is going on."

"You mean when I tried to warn you yesterday but you wouldn't listen?"

"Mhm," I confirmed. "Please."

"Did that guy you were with last night hurt you?" Niall asked.

"No, but—"

Then you don't need to know. At least not just yet."

"What? You were planning on telling me last night and now you want me to get lost?"

"I wasn't planning on telling you anything. And you also don't believe in this crap, remember?"

"But—"

"No. The only thing I'm going to tell you is that you can't trust anyone." Something told me that no matter how hard I push him right now he won't give in.

I let out a deep sigh and with a roll of my eyes left. I was going to find out one way or another. Just watch.

As I neared my car my phone rang. It was a call from my mom.

"Hey, mom," I answered.

"Hun, where are you right now?" she asked.

"I just left left work," I said.

"Can you please pick up some ice cream?" my mom requested.

"Sure, mom."

I made it to the nearest food market and went straight to the frozen products aisle. I quickly grabbed a box of vanilla ice cream and popsicles and went for the cash register.

"Hello, ma'am," the cashier greeted. "How are you this morning?"

"Good, thank you," I replied.

The guy scanned my items and put them in a bag. "That will be ten thirty-five." I paid him and thanked him. "You're welcome, ma'am," he said.

When I grabbed my bag was ready to leave, I saw him look at me with a sinister smile. But that's not what made me run. It was his eyes. They were pitch black, like the dark side of the moon.I gasped and broke into a run, not looking back. People looked at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. I ran back to my car, got in, and began to speed all the way home.

I thought I was beginning to hallucinate. I was so scared. What was happening? Was I going mad? Or was all of this real? I wanted to lock myself in my room and never come out again, but I had school in a couple of hours, so that wasn't an option.

When I got home I put the ice cream in the freezer and went to my room. I made sure my window was closed before ran into my closet. I set an alarm for two hours from now and closed my eyes. I hugged my knees tightly as tears began to slowly roll down my cheeks.