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-Devon's Point Of View.-
I stared at him in otter shock. I looked around, waiting for someone to jump out and scream "haha! This is a joke, you actually believed this?" And laugh and I would laugh with them but that didn't happen. Everyone seemed as shocked and as astounded as me, if that were possible.
It made sense though, in a sick way. All the things Zayn had said to me in the past months, began to make sense, all the pensive clues, all his lingering glances would make sense if what Harry was saying was true. But I just couldn't picture it, u couldn't see me being with anyone in the world but Harry, no matter the decade of who I was, I just couldn't picture it.
The look on Harry's face hit me in the soul. It was haunted, broken. As if he was expecting it to happen again now that he had told me, as if he was going to be forced to watch Zayn and I all over again, which wasn't ever going to happen again. I loved Harry way too much to ever do something like that to him.
Which made me feel even worse about myself, because I was putting Zayn through hell if he really loved me. He's been watching me and Harry interact for me months now, which had to kill him if he really did indeed love me.
I was such a hypocrite.
The heartbroken look on Zayn's face as he analyzed my reaction told me all I needed to know. What Harry was saying was true.
Which meant everything was true.
I couldn't even begin to comprehend the fact that I was a supposed angel, much less the angel Harry had fallen for. Though his explanation did make sense in a way though, it did explain why I just wouldn't die and stay dead.
Mara coming back, Zayn being my ex, and me being an angel was all just way to much for me to handle, especially in one hour.
"Is this...is this true?" I looked at Zayn. I didn't know why I was torturing him, making him answer the question that I already knew in my heart, but I needed him to say it, I needed to hear him say it out loud so that I could be sure.
"Yes, it's all true..." Zayn averted his eyes from mine, and I was glad for it. I didn't know how long I would've been able to handle his intense stare.
I was struck by a new anger, a new annoyance. Everyone knew more about me than I did. I almost felt violated, knowing that Harry and everyone else in the room knew more about me and my past, more than I probably would ever know about myself.
"Is that it? Is there anything else you people would like to tell me about myself that I don't already know?" the anger in my voice surprised me, it cut through the air like a venom and I noticed Lizzy flinch.
"No." Harry's husky voice spoken and my eyes unwillingly tracked to his face. I realized that I wasn't the only one who was weirded out by the whole Zayn situation. Harry probably had to work hard each and every day to keep control around Zayn.
I couldn't handle all this, I was starting to feel constricted, like I couldn't breathe. I needed to get out of here, I needed to leave before I lost it.
"Walk with me." I stated, not willing to argue with him about walking alone, and he nodded.
He hesitantly took my hand and pulled me along with him. His hand held mine loosely at first, probably worried I would rip my hand away, but to be honest no matter how mad I was I couldn't bring myself to be angry, the warmth radiated from his hand, sending shivers up my arm as his thumb drew calming circles into the palm of my hand.
We walked in silence as snowflakes fell from the sky, resting a peaceful white blanket upon the sleeping streets of London. Dogs barked in the distance, children slept quietly in their beds unaware of the problems and dangers and threats there were in this lovely life they had just barely begin.

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FanfictionHe was forbidden to ever be happy, because of what he was. She had no idea of the boy with curly brown hair and electric green eyes who watched her live her lives, hopelessly in love with a person he could never have.