his angel | zayn au

his angel | zayn au

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[ editing ] "I'm sending you down to earth" I heard the loud voice ring through my ears I got shivers, they ran through my body not letting me think straight I never expected to hear these words directed to me "W-what?" I asked in disbelieve walking closer to the voice "There's this boy, Zayn Malik. He needs help, I'm sending you down to help him as much as you can down there. I'm counting on you Maria, I know you will be the right Angel for this" zayn malik fanfiction // in which a girl tries her all to help a boy named zayn malik from falling apart
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

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