Superhuman (Harry Styles)

•Part Four• ✔

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I must have fallen asleep before we reached the house, I felt his warm arms enveloped me as he walked up to the house he somehow managed to open the door and get me upstairs to my room without any trouble. He laid me down in bed and pulled the warm covers up around me. He turned to walk away.

"Stay with me?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled but kept walking towards the door. My smile faltered until he took off his shoes and through his jacket over the chair and tuned the light off. He then got into bed beside me. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. I fell asleep listening to his slow and steady heartbeat.

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping, I stretched, getting out of bed. I walked down stairs and decided now was the perfect time to go snooping. I didn't want to invade his privacy, but there was things I needed to know, that he wasn't willing to tell me. I don't know what answers I expected to find there, but I went in anyway. Hi bed was made, because he had slept with me that night. I riffled through his drawers, not finding anything. I found a crinkled up picture, there was a girl in it, who looked vaguely like Harry, same eyes, same smile, I suspected this to be Gemma, though Harry had only ever mentioned her once.

I placed the picture back where I had found it and continued searching through his drawers. All there was to be found, were his boxers, shirts, shorts, jeans and coats, though nothing I wanted to find. Seemed ordinary enough.

My eyes zeroed in on a chest that sat on his dresser, one that I hadn't noticed before. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that this box contained exactly what it was I was looking for. I already felt terrible, invading Harry's personal space, but he wasn't going to tell me what I needed to know, so I had to find out myself.

My feet lightly padded over the hardwood surface of his floor. I reached the chest, my hand hesitating as it reached for the chest, did I really want to do this? Invade is personal space? What if I just backed out of this place, left everything alone, and just waited patiently for him to tell me?

But that could take days, weeks, maybe even months,

I didn't have that kind of time.

I opened the box..

-Harry's point of view.-

"Niall, I don't fucking know, I just need another car for her. In case she needs to leave or something." I grumbled, trying my hardest not to punch a wall. Niall was my best mate but sometimes he drove me nuts.

"Mate why would she need to leave?" Niall was trying his best to help me, but I was already frustrated enough, I wanted to get back to Devon, I didn't like her being left alone.

"Niall." I said his name in a warning tone, and he backed off.

"Okay, okay I can get you a car. Any requests?" He asked me.

"Something nice . . . " I replied back, already lost in thought. What was Devon doing? Was she awake yet? Was she sad, scared, hurt, alone? Stop it Harry, it thought to myself, you're only going to drive yourself crazy.

"Louis will drive it to your house. Same address?" Niall broke me out of my haze.

"Uh, yes." I replied back.

"What's so important about this Devie chick?" Niall asked me. I clenched my fist. What's so important? That's like asking a mother what's so important about her child.

"What's so important about Devon is that I . . . I love her, and I need to keep her safe." Niall looked shocked.

"Whoa. You actually. . . You love her?" Niall stopped, "Wait! It's her isn't it? The one you got cast out for!" Niall looked like he was getting excited.

"Yes Niall, shut the hell up." I spoke quietly, trying not to cause a scene, there were other people around.

Niall's face fell as he looked at me. "But wait . . . You were forbidden--"

"I don't care what they said Niall, I love her, and them forbidding me from seeing her isn't going to change a damn thing." He flinched by the animosity in my voice.

"Harry, you do realize that as soon as they find out you're with her, they'll--"

"They'll come and look for her, yeah I know." I interrupted him.

"What are you going to do if that happens? Are you willing to risk your life for her? Are you willing to die for her?" Niall sounded flabbergasted. He wasn't used to the thought of caring about anyone but himself. That's how it should be, but I guess I was the abnormality out of all of them.

"I will always be willing to die for her, always." I answered him, and then Zayn appeared.

"Brave words for a Wanted Fallen Angel, Harry." He chuckled, but I could he was kidding.

I laughed with him but then all seriousness returned.

"Does she know? What you are does she know?" Zayn asked me. I had been dreading this. I knew she needed to know, I knew I needed to tell her, but I was afraid too, I was scared, I didn't want her to run away from me, and I was terrified that she would run first chance she got, and I couldn't risk that. I had originally intended to not tell her anything, leave her in he dark, but I had been foolish, answering her thoughts out loud, putting that crack in the earth, the eye changing, I had been stupid, and now I'd pay the price for my stupidity, because she was catching on.

And eventually, she would find out what I was.

"No," I muttered, "She doesn't."

-Devon's point of view-

Out of the box, I pulled a abnormally large beautiful white feather. There was no way this feather belonged to any bird, it was way to large. Though the feather wasn't the only thing that was in the box, there in the bottom of the box, was a necklace. A chain-link necklace that was sterling sliver, and it held a white gold cross.

Confused, I put the necklace and feather back in his chest and retreating from the room after making sure that everything was in its place. I walked back downstairs to the kitchen, I was more confused than I had been before I went snooping, if that was even possible. I opened up the stainless steel refrigerator and pulled out a Dr. Pepper. I popped I open. I pulled my self up onto the counter and was gulping down the drink when I noticed there was a piece of paper folded up on the counter. I hopped off the counter, hissing when I landed on my ankle wrong. I knew better than to try anything that involved balance or coordination, because I knew I had none.

I hobbled over to the note, grabbed it, hobbled into the living room and fell down into the couch, pulling my foot up and propping it up on the coffee table. I whistled as I saw my ankle was already swelling, turning an ugly black-ish purple color.

I opened up the note, and read.

Hey beautiful, this is for if you wake up before I come back, which I doubt, but incase you do, I'm just doing some things that needed to be done. I'll be back soon.

--Harry.

My sleeping patterns had been seriously messed up, because he's right, normally I wouldn't be up a this time, it was only around seven, which meant he had to have gotten up way earlier that me.

Thank god it was only Saturday, I really couldn't have handled school, especially with my gracefulness with the counter.

And I was miserable. Not being with Harry was weird, I had already gotten used to being with him, it was to quiet in the house without him, I was bored, and I missed him. I wanted to hug him, and kiss him. My face busted with heat as I remembered what we did last night, though thankfully Harry wasn't here to see it.

I couldn't believe I had let him do that last night.

But I could, because I trusted him, and I loved him; he loved me. He was the only one I wanted to touch me like that, and it would always be like that.

Thinking about Harry touching me made me tingle in places I had never tingled before and it made me miss him even more, I missed his smell and his smile and his large hand completely covering mine up when he held my hand. I missed him so much it nearly hurt.

I hoped Harry was having a nice day, whatever he was doing.

-Harry's point of view-

I hoped Devon was having a nice day, whatever she was doing.

Spending time with the boys was alright, It was long past due, but while Niall Louis Liam or Zayn were talking, I'd find myself tuning out, thinking about Devon, about how she quietly gasped because of me, how she pulled my hair, how she had trusted me in her most venerable state, how she smiled,

Plain and simple, I was just missing her.

Now that I finally had her, now that I could hold her, touch her anyway I wanted, it was hard not to.

I smiled as I remembered her telling me she as a virgin; that was good. I didn't want anyone touching her, or seeing her, I didn't want anyone having what was mine. I didn't want anyone else ever making her gasp like I did, she was mine, and only I would ever be able to make her feel like that.

No one could ever have Devon the way I could.

I wondered what she was doing, if she was still how I left her, hair sprawled out like a fan around her face as she quietly snored, eyes moving behind her eyelids as she dreamed, her hands grasping for mine as I moved her.

God, why did she have to be so beautiful?

No one understood. Hell, I didn't even really understand myself. I'm an angel; well, I used to be. Falling in love with Devon had ended all that.

It wasn't suppose to physically be possible. We were genetically engineered to only love ourselves, and if you were high up enough, maybe you cared about God a little bit.

I was an Archangel. The highest you could get in that range. I never met God, I never was interested to. I just went about my business, did what I was suppose to, and kept quiet.

I remember how I was before Devon had ever been old. In this world, I was twenty, and I would remain that way, forever. But when I was in heaven, I aged. That's how it went. I was born, and I grew into a child, then a teenager, and then an adult, but when I got kicked out of heaven, over three hundred years ago, at twenty years old, and I discovered I remained that way, once placed on earth.

I haven't aged a day.

Though there was something I had left out, when I explained to Devon why I had been kicked out of heaven. I did fall in love with a human girl, and that girl was Devon.

Her name just wasn't Devon at the time, it was Rebecca.

And then Rebecca died, in 1731.

Then it was Katherine, she was born in 1733, she died in 1753, she had lived a little longer than Rebecca.

There were many other's, and they were all Devon.

She's never changed, in three hundred years, she's always been the same. Blond hair, incredible blue eyes. Though I had loved all of her past lives, I loved who she was right now, more than any of them. Though she never changed, she always remained the same in her habits, her quirks, her nervous habits.

I was kicked out of Heaven in 1729, two years after I fell in love with Rebecca.

I never met any of Devon's past lives, aside from herself, because I stayed away, I followed the rules they had given me, but I watched them from afar, never having the chance to love any of them. But when I found Devon, in that alley, I heard her crying, and I knew it was her. I couldn't let anything happen to her.

So I went against everything, every rule, every forbidden thing,

Because I loved her.

Someday, I would tell her she had had past lives, past husbands, past children, past everything. But she couldn't handle that now, not with everything going on.

But for now, she was better off knowing nothing.

"Hello Harry, welcome back to planet earth." Someone who sounded like Niall chuckled, waving his hand in front of my face. I pushed it away roughly and stood up.

"You've been on edge all day mate, what is you're deal?" Zayn asked, clearly confused. I don't know what my problem was, I just knew I was agitated and I wanted to go home and see Devon.

"He's different, when he isn't around her." Louis stated, and I realized he was right.

"Yeah, he's all angry, he can barely handle talking to someone without punching a wall." Niall agreed.

"Whiiiippped." Louis sang.

"Really man, for an angel you'd think you'd be just a tid bit more mature." I snarled at him, unable to help myself. I really just wanted to go home.

"Hey," Louis shouted, "I'm a Fallen Angel like you, bud. You aren't the only one." Louis argued.

"Whatever," I grumbled.

It was the truth; out of the five of us, Louis, Zayn and I were all Fallen. Niall and Liam were hanging unto Heaven's gates just barely, they would fall sooner or later, specially when the higher-ups found out they were helping us.

Louis nor Zayn had ever asked me why I had fallen, and I never asked them why they had, but they pretty much knew why I had fallen,

And to my dismay, they wanted to meet her.

"Come on Hazza, I just want to meet her." Louis whined, sounding like a four year old.

"Stop fucking calling me that shit name, Boobear." I snarled at him, trying not to crack a smile but I failed miserably.

"Can we meet her Haz, seriously? I want to meet her." Liam asked, politely

I groaned. "Maybe, after I deal with this Michael bullshit blows over." I mentally face-palmed myself. I had forgotten that I hadn't told them about Michael yet.

"MICHAEL?" They all yelled at me.

Well, shit.

I missed Devon.

-Devon's point of view.-

I missed Harry.

It was nearly noon, and all I had heard from Harry was the note I had found this morning. I sat on the couch were I had been since this morning, my ankle seemed to get bigger by the hour. My phone laid on the couch cushion, waiting for a text or call from Harry. I scrolled through my contacts and landed on a name and smiled slightly, I pressed dial. After a few rings, her high pitched voice answered.

"Hey Babe!'

"Hey Mara! Wanna hang out today?" I asked her.

"SURE! I'll be over in five." She nearly hung up.

"NO WAIT! I uh, don't like where I used to."

"You don't?" he sounded confused.

"No . . " I answered.

"Well then, where do you live now babe?"

"Uh, Harry's."

After being yelled at for five minutes, she finally agreed to come. After giving her directions, I hung up. Five seconds after I hung up, my phone buzzed and I happily noted Harry's name on the screen.

From: Harry.

I miss you, babe.

I smiled at his text message, I guess I wasn't the only one feeling odd.

To: Harry.

I miss you too. :'(

From: Harry.

I'll be home soon, babe I swear. I just had to talk to a couple people . . . Friends . . Who want to meet you. . .

To: Harry.

No, no its fine. Hang out with your friends as long as you like, I invited Mara over.

From: Harry.

Did you invite Tyler?

I chuckled, I could nearly hear the jealously in his text.

To: Harry.

No, I didn't. Have fun with your friends. J

From: Harry.

Okay, you have fun with Mara, tell her I said 'Sup' since she seems to find that so funny, and I love you.

To: Harry.

I love you too. <3

-Harry's point of view.-

From: Devon.

I love you too. <3

I smiled at the text message, and locked my phone. I would stay here until Mara left, even if I didn't want to, I wanted Devon to have some friend time.

As long as that friend time didn't involve Tyler.

I didn't like him, I never would. He cared about Devon, more than she thought he did, but I wouldn't tell her that,

It wasn't my story to tell.

But she was mine, mine to touch and love and kiss, and if he made an attempt to take her away from me, I would rip his head off.

SO CAN WE MEET HER?" Louis surprised me by yelling into my ear.

"Jesus fucking Christ Louis scare the shit out of me why don't you!" I yelled back.

"Sorry . . . " He pouted.

"it's okay Boobear, and yes, you can meet her, just not today, she's having a friend over, her name's Mara." At the mention of the name Mara, Louis' head snapped up.

"Mara? Mara Gilbert?" He sounded frantic.

"Uh, yeah. . .why?" I was confused.

"Uh, its nothing." His head snapped back down to his phone, ignoring us all completely.

"Alright then." Niall muttered.

"So about Michael." Liam announced. Yes, thank you Liam for bringing up the one thing I didn't want to talk about. I can always count on you.

"What about him?" I shrugged, shoving an apple into my mouth.

"What's he want?" Liam asked.

"Well," Louis said before I could answer, "It probably has something to do with Devon, considering how he just got all badass stiff and put the apple down."

I sent Louis a glare, propping my foot up on the back of Zayn's chair, ignoring is huff.

"Well?" Zayn grumbled.

"The truth is," I started, already cringing. I wanted to touch Devon, I wanted to feel her and make sure she was okay.

"He showed up at her school yesterday . . . " I started telling them about how he appeared out of no where, how Devon had realized who he was, what he had said about Devon's now apparently older brother, how he completely disappeared into thin air two seconds before I split the world open so I could watch him fall in.

"The funny thing is, when he was standing there, I heard something in his head, something about how she was a high price, that he needed. He purposefully let me hear that, I think." I said thoughtfully. Everyone was quiet for a while, just sitting there, thinking about what Michael could possibly want with Devon.

"Maybe he's just trying to egg you on or something," Liam said after I finished.

"I don't think so . . . It just freaks me out; knowing that he was around her years before I was. It just . . . I don't know." I finished. I honestly didn't know what he wanted.

"Do you think its because she's an old soul?" Louis thought aloud. I was just about to tell him that was really stupid, but then I stopped.

"They are incredibly rare." Zayn added.

"I don't know; Maybe that's part of it. But there's something else. . . " I didn't finish my sentence.

"Maybe Michael wants to give Devon up to the higher ups." Niall suggested.

"Over my dead fucking body!" I yelled. No way was I ever letting Devon near them. They were violent and unloving, despite the loving image they've got going around. Angels are cold, heartless people, and if they ever got their hands on Devon, they would surly kill her.

And I couldn't let that happen.

"Calm down Harry, we wouldn't let him do that." Louis reassured me. My body began to shake in anger, I wanted to find Michael and beat him bloody senseless.

"His eyes are turning black." Zayn said, but he sounded far away.

"Get his phone," someone said. "Call Devon, she'll calm him down."

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