Gifted // 1D AU
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❝"What the hell? Get off my you stupid arse!" Flora screeched, trying to shake off the man that was gripping her shoulders. Unfortunately, he wouldn't budge. 'Dick,' She thought.
A door opened in front of them, and the man threw her inside. Literally. And it hurt like hell when she landed.
"What the hell did I do to deserve this?" She muttered to herself. When Flora lifted her head, only then she realized she wasn't alone. Five guys stared at her with wary expressions.
Something fluttered behind one of the guys. It was wings.
Realization hit Flora like a ton of bricks. These guys were exactly like her, they had gifts too.❞
All credit goes to @anxioussoulss
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