Fallen angel | Zarry

Wish you were here...

"Zayn?" Louis ran towards Zayn, making him turn around.

"Hey, Lou." he smiled weakly. "What's up?"

"Harry... He, um-" he licked his lips, taking the paper out of his pocket. "-he wanted me to give you this..." he gave him the paper. Zayn slowly reached out, taking it carefully like it was a glass or something. He smiled, trailing his fingers up and down the paper.

"Thanks..."

"You're welcome." Louis nodded, taking in a deep breath and slowly walking away. And, as soon as he turned around, Zayn brought the letter closer to his nose and inhaled Harry's scent that was left on the paper. He walked into his room, closing the door and making sure he locked them. He sat down on the bed, opening the letter and reading it:

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗭𝗮𝘆𝗻,
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗜'𝗺 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲... 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗱. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆. 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁:
"𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼... 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀...­"

𝗦𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻... 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘂𝗽. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲... 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗱. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝘆. 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲... 𝗪𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗕𝘂𝘁, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆. 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗼.

𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗭𝗮𝘆𝗻. 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁...
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆.

He smiled, remembering Harry's perfect voice and how it would actually sound like hearing him speak right now. He stood up, walking towards the closet. He took the box out, opening it and smiling as he saw the bracelet still inside.

He slowly closed the letter, putting it onto the bracelet and closing the box gently. He put the box somewhere safe, somewhere where nobody will be able to find it, and then closed the door of the closet. He walked towards the bed, lying down and looking up into the sky through the window.

"Thank you..." he whispered, smiling.

And, even tho he wasn't actually able to see Harry right now, he knew he was watching him the whole time and smiling. So he couldn't stop smiling as well... He pulled the pillow closer, hugging it tightly with his hands and imagining it was Harry instead.

"I love you." he closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep with the thought of Harry in his arms...

To be continued...