His Only Angel [h.s.]

Chapter 1

Harry Styles

When you were a child your parents told you stories.

About the monsters under your bed.

The evil that lurked behind every corner.

And the hell that you would have to pay if you sin.

Well my parents told me about the demons that spawned in the depth of your soul.

Everyone has a price to pay when they sin, there was no way to escape the devil's grasp unless you chose death but...Where do you think you go after you've lived? Heaven was far off my radar and line of vision. I imagined myself at the end of the universe, falling off the edge until I've hit oblivion. Once you reach the bottom there is no way back up unless you pray that someone would hear your calls...Your pleads. As for myself I would never beg anyone for forgiveness

Sorry was a useless word.

It's just an excuse people use when they have sinned and wanted to see the light. I on the other hand was already consumed by the darkness, cursed by the demons that possessed my soul. Some say that angels can heal the broken wounds left by the devil but I didn't believe that crap for a second. There was no such thing as angels, no such thing as saviors.

The only way to be truly saved if you let your inner ambitions take over until there is nothing left of you but a hollow shell of who you used to be. Hell was were I was going as soon as I die, after everything that I have done I deserved to burn there. Nothing was going to change my faith. No one was coming to save me from my awaited destiny.

And I was glad.

I didn't need anybody to fix me.

People only try to help you because they pity you. They feel sorry for you so they try to put the pieces back together. But little did they know that some puzzles can't be put together, the pieces stay scattered on the table...Waiting to be put back in the box and to be never opened again.

Only fragments of my heart are in tact but soon it would break.

Into a million pieces.

I thought that I would never see the light...Until I met her.

She walked into my life like a angel walking into the gates of heaven and that's exactly what she was.

An angel.

My angel.

Ironic that before I didn't believe in such creatures until she made me see that there was still a glimpse of hope. Somewhere in my mind I chose to believe her but somewhere in my heart I chose to question her. Why on earth would there still be hope for someone who has sinned so bad? Don't look at me because I can't give you the answers because I don't have them. No one really has the answers to anything, only god knows what's next but I didn't believe in God.

I couldn't.

My mind was oblivious to the fact that there was someone...Something that was up above in the clouds, watching your every move, your everyone mistake. Although this all seems precarious she didn't think so, no she was a believer...My only believer. A beautiful soul that wasn't tainted by the darkness but the light. She lighted the way to my dark past to help me see that there was more to life than anguish and anger.

There was love.

A feeling that has been foreign to me for so long. I couldn't remember the last time that I've been in love. Probably because I never have, my heart didn't possess it.

But her heart did.

All this shit seems so confusing!

Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?

I could barely resist the urge to bang my head on the wall every time I made a mistake so how could I possibly learn to love?

You know I've read hundreds of novels in my life, most of them claiming that love was that center of the universe. That it can heal any type of damage inside of us. That is what we needed to survive.

Bullshit.

I thought they were fools.

Love was something fictional and only can be found in worn out fairy tales. That it was just made up to keep humans full of hope, that was a lie. But all that seemed to change once I met her. I never thought in a million years that I would fine myself so consumed and infatuated by such a beautiful creature. She took my hand and pulled me out of the darkness and showed me that no matter how many mistakes we make in our lives doesn't effect who we are as a person. Our sins don't define who we are, it's up to us who we decide to be. It's up to me to find that peace that I have longed to see for years. My soul and hers were one, we were bounded together no matter what.

This isn't a story about love.

Or fixing.

It was about me and her.

Our battles with the past that seems to follow no matter how far you try to run.

My journey to find what life has to offer but let me just warn you...

It's going to be one hell of a ride.

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