HEY ANGEL

[8:50 am, 3rd August]

Louis abruptly jolts awake to a crashing sound erupting from downstairs and ringing through the entire apartment. He sits up on his bed with wide eyes as he hears some more noises until he figures that there's someone in the kitchen. Did someone break in? He panics. In the broad daylight? He wonders.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he carefully gets out of bed and tip-toes out of the bedroom. He silently walks down the hallway and tries his best not to make a sound as he creeps down the stairs. He's pretty sure he locked all the doors and windows last night, so how the hell did someone manage to get in? He gulps, his heart frozen in his chest as he hears the noises getting louder.

He tiptoes towards the kitchen and sneakily peeks inside from the doorway. Freezing as his eyes go wide and his blood starts running cold upon seeing what's going on inside.

The first thing he notices is Emma's lilac dress, but it's not his girlfriend's petite body covered by the soft fabric. There's this person- certainly, a stranger, standing in the middle of the kitchen- HIS kitchen, with their bare back facing Louis since the dress is backless. The person is way taller than Emma, the reason why the dress that fell at the girl's mid-thigh, ends right below the curve of this person's butt.

Louis bites his lip as he takes in the milky white and flawless skin of their back and thighs, but then he shakes his head rapidly. What on earth is he thinking? He has a girlfriend and even if he didn't, this person is a complete stranger. They could be a stalker- a fan or something, a psychopath, a killer, or a runaway case. There could be a police team outside, looking for this person who's probably trying to hide from them in Louis' house. If Louis doesn't hurry up and the police discover this person's location by themself, Louis might get arrested for trying to hide a criminal in his house or something.

This person with the most gorgeous back and an absolutely appealing pair of thighs could be fucking dangerous!

Regardless of that idea, he ends up biting his lip again when he sees the soft, brown curls drooping loosely on the person's shoulders. They aren't much longer, but long enough for Louis to play with.

Louis' eyes widen when he registers where his thoughts are wandering. He takes a deep breath, building some courage before standing up straight and stepping into the kitchen.

"What do you think you're doing?" He questions while crossing his arms over his chest and watching with narrowed eyes as the person turns around, precisely taking Louis' breath away, and he's not even trying to be dramatic or cheesy. He gasps as he stares back with wide eyes into the distinct hue of green that he's recently fallen in love with. He recognizes the whole face, he just knows he's seen it before, but he can't point his finger from where. Give him a break, he just woke up, he's hungry, grumpy, and bewildered by the situation at hand. His senses are a bit fogged up and his brain is not ready for work yet.

"I was endeavoring to prepare you a morrow meal... yet honestly, it precisely appears to be far beyond mine with how to utilize these.." The sluggishly low and husky voice snaps Louis out of his daze and he realizes that the person in front of him is a boy, a very tall and handsome one at that.

"Prepare me a- what the fuck!?" Louis screeches, making the boy's eyes widen and cower away from him in fear.

"I-I was purely yearning to be kind.." The curly-haired boy says, his cherry-kissed lips forming a pout.

Louis just stands and stares at him, thinking how the hell can someone possibly be kind when they have broken into someone else's house.

"Mate, I don't even know you and you're telling me that you broke in my house, like a fucking thief, to cook me a fucking breakfast?" Louis implores, his own eyes wide in wonder.

"I did not break in. You wished for me." Defensively says the taller male and Louis almost choked on his own spit.

"I what now?" Louis questions, looking at the boy as if he's crazy.

"You wished for me by impressing that in mine notebook." The boy explains and Louis furrows his eyebrows.

"Your notebook? What are you talking about, lad?" Louis asks frantically.

"The green notebook you bore home the former day. That is mine creation. I cultivated it to curtail the number of wishes when I was endowed as the Archangel of Wishes." The boy says with a smile, quite a proud smile in Louis' opinion.

"You think this is funny, don't you? Do you expect me to laugh? Ha, ha, ha, ha! There. Now tell me your name and address, so that I can help you get back home. And if you don't, then I might have to call the cops on you, boy." Louis threatens though he himself feels pretty terrified by this weird boy with ridiculously gorgeous eyes.

"Well! Mine name is Harahel and I never had an abode in the human orb. I am an Archangel, I abide in Heaven. I arrived hither because you inscribed me in the book and I had vowed to grant each and every wish penned down in that book." Harahel says slowly as if he wants Louis to understand every word. Louis just stares at his face until something clicks in his head like someone had switched the lights on inside, causing him to see the things in there clearly now.

"Tha- that's fucking impossible." Louis whispers to himself as he finally remembers where he'd seen Harahel's face before. How can he forget the face that had been invading his thoughts since yesterday? Not to forget he literally drew him last night. "I.." he shakes his head in disbelief. This can't be him, could he? Even coincidences can't be this bewildering. So was he having visions of meeting this boy? But he literally never met har- har... whatever his name is ever before. There's no way visions could be this accurate either. He looks up at the other boy with nothing but bewilderment and confusion.

"Join hither." Harahel smiles and takes Louis' hand in his, leading him to a stool at the corner of the kitchen. He makes the shorter boy sit on it as he kneels in front of him. "Listen, Louis, I am cognizant of how it is very peculiar for Humans to encounter an Angel, so I understand that you receive never me. I had endeavoured to find a soul in this orb who could twin the description you penned towards the book, yet I could not. And owing to mine own vows, it is mine commitment to bestow your wish upon you prior to sunrise. It is the reason why I set mine feet in your orb as I occur to be the sole spirit that fulfills your written image." He explains and Louis gawks at every moment of the boy's lips, enthralled and imagining all the things they could do. At registering his thoughts' path, he shuts his eyes in frustration and shakes his head, this boy is awfully distracting and it's certainly not quite helpful. It may cause great restrictions.

"Well then, Angel Harry-" Louis begins with a sigh.

"It is Harahel." The Angel corrects.

"You're on earth, so now you're Harry. Anyway, go back to wherever you came from, yeah?" Louis says and Harahel, now suddenly also known as Harry, frowns as he shakes his head.

"I fear that I not. You penned in the book that I am supposed to 'confess my love for someone' and I can not hie-.... go back till I make that come true. Although for that, I am compelled to fall in love first." Harry explains as he looks up at Louis with wide eyes.

"Well then, I have a better option." Says Louis as he gets up off the chair and sprints upstairs, toward his bedroom. Once inside, he desperately rummages through the things on the desk, scattering them in the process, and frowns when he can't find the book there. He opens the drawer and digs through all the stationery, but sees no book, except for his old journal and the sketchbook. His frown deepens and he slumps down in the chair.

"You shall not descry it." Comes a deep voice and Louis doesn't bother looking up from the desk as he already knows it's Harry. I mean, there's no one else in the house and he doubts that anyone else even speaks fucking Shakespearean English around here.

"Why not?" He whispers disappointedly, hearing as the boy in the satin dress walks in and settles himself on Louis' bed.

"Because I forged it in that manner. Hence one could not alter a wish or make another till the first one is fulfilled." Harry explains in a soft voice, his hands gracefully moving around in the air in front of him.

"So does that basically mean I'm stuck with you now?" Louis asks and finally looks at Harry who nods. He is sitting on the bed, cross-legged with a pillow on his lap, probably saving his territory of the big three from being revealed due to the posture which he shouldn't be sitting in when he's wearing such a short dress. "Why are you wearing that dress anyway?" He questions as she lets out a sigh, accepting his situation for the time being.

"I fell hither undraped." Harry shrugs. "And I am knowledgeable that people in this orb do not see each other bare unless they are making love." He smiles. "So I presumed that I should clothe myself, yet could not find aught other than this robe.. not that I mind. It is exceptionally glorious." He looks down at himself shyly.

"It is." Louis agrees as he stares at the boy. "But it belongs to my girlfriend and I'm afraid that she'll lose her shit if she comes to know that someone else wore her dress." He informs while watching as the boy pouts and peeks up at him.

"So I have to shed out of this robe and clothe myself in a diverse one?" Asks Harry and Louis slowly nods, thinking of how the Angel said 'clothe' but didn't say 'clothes' instead of 'robe'. He sighs at the strange creature before getting up and walking towards his closet.

"How come you don't say 'Thee' and 'thou'?" He asks as he pulls out a large sweatshirt and sweatpants from his closet, hoping that the giant of an angel could fit in it.

"That is early modern English, I do not speak that. I have slowly absorbed languages from humans and I do not receive any human discourses English in that manner anymore, they have relatively modernized in the last century." Harry says and Louis rolls his eyes because even though the Angel doesn't entirely speak Shakespearean English, he does sound like he forgot to add the modern version of a few words in his dictionary that he most likely swallowed on his way here on this 'orb'. Louis snorts at the thought and turns to face the boy whose eyes are glued to Louis' study table.

"Wear these." He says as he tosses the sweatshirt and the sweatpants to the boy who doesn't take a hint that he's supposed to catch them and the clothes end up hitting his face. "Oops! Did I hurt you, Angel?" Louis asks with a tiny smirk. "I'm sorry, love." He pouts mockingly when he sees Harry doing the same. "Oh! And let's not forget this." He pulls out a clean underwear making Harry furrow his eyebrows.

"What is that?" He asks and Louis pulls the waistband of his sweats a little lower to show Harry the underwear he's wearing. "Truthfully... that is not pleasant." Pouts Harry.

"These are underwear, Angel. They aren't 'pleasant'... unless you wanna wear panties." Louis explains with a shrug, but then his mind wanders off at the idea of Harry in panties.

"Grasped." Harry's sigh pulls Louis out of his wild thoughts, only to give the taller boy a humourous look. Who the fuck says 'grasped'? Nonetheless, he nods and leaves the room to let Harry change and goes back downstairs, to the kitchen.

He starts making himself some tea and decides to toast a few slices of bread. He is opening the packet of bread when he hears footsteps behind him. He turns around to meet the set of gleaming greens and he's startled for a moment, his breath hitching at the presence of the beautiful boy in front of him.

"Greetings." Harry shyly gives a little nod and Louis smiles thinking how he looked like some gentleman from an old movie.

"Hi, Angel." He greets back and Harry blushes.

"Hi..." The taller boy slowly repeats, trying out the word a few times before asking. "Why do you keep entitling me as 'Angel'?"

"Because you're an Angel." Louis smirks at the boy.

"But my name is Harahel." States the Angel as a matter of fact.

"Harry." Louis chirps with a sickeningly sweet smile and notices how the angel said 'my' instead of 'mine' this time. He wonders if he used it somewhere and Harry takes note of that. "Either way, you're an Angel." He shrugs and grins wide when Harry giggles. "Sit there, I'll get us tea and toast." He says and Harry nods before taking a seat on one of the chairs at the kitchen table and wondering what 'tea and toast' could be.

"Would you enlighten me on how to utilize all of that?" Harry asks pointing at the kitchen appliances on the counter.

"Sure, Angel, but let's discuss some things first, yeah?" Louis says as he plops the slices of bread in the toaster and leans against the counter to look at Harry. "How come you can speak English? Is that what Angels speak? Where did you say you are from again? Heaven, yeah? Do they speak English in Heaven?" He asks and brings his cup up to his lips. He blows the hot tea and takes a tiny sip as Harry starts speaking.

"I am actually not supposed to converse about Heaven, but yes, that is where I am from. As I mentioned previously, I slowly absorbed languages from humans and now I can recite all the Human languages seeing I would be a fruitless of an Archangel if I could not." Harry explains and Louis raises his eyebrows in amusement.

"Wow.. well, carry on, tell me more. If I'm forced to tolerate you, is like to know more about you." He says, encouragingly.

"I, well, hitherto you know my name. I am the Archangel of wishes, you know that as well. Well, when I was endowed, I broke the history and passed down to be the youngest Angel to be granted with higher powers." He says, looking very proud of himself.

"Wow! How old are you anyway?" Louis asks and takes a sip from his tea, silently noticing how Harry has already started picking up his way of speaking.

"Um.. just two millenniums." Harry smiles innocently and Louis chokes on his tea. "Louis!" Harry tries to get up but Louis only waves for him to sit down.

"Two fucking millenniums?!" Louis exclaims and Harry nods. "Two fucking thousand damned years?!" He exclaims again to make sure he's getting it right and when the angel nods yet again, he just gapes at him with wide eyes for a few minutes.

"I am an Angel essentially, what else were you expecting?" Harry asks, his face molded in a frown.

"I- twenty maybe..? Definitely wasn't expecting two extra zeros though." Louis says.

"Oh." Harry nods in comprehension.
When the toasts are ready, Louis sets them on a plate and brings them to the table before plopping down on the chair beside the Angel.

"So Mr. Angel, how long shall I hast to condone thou for?" He asks mockingly, followed by a giggle.

"Till I fall in love." Harry shrugs.

"Damn! Wait- you're telling me you never found love in two thousand years?!" Louis asks in bewilderment and Harry lets out a giggle at that. "What a loser!" He jokes.

"No. Well, there were a few Angels who divulged their love and desire for me but.. they were not good enough." Harry says thoughtfully and Louis raises his eyebrows.

"They weren't good enough?" He inquires.

"Perhaps that was not the precise way to frame it, but they.. they did not compel me to feel any unique or rare... I do not truly know how to describe it. I suppose I should say that they never compelled me to feel emotions that Archangel Sophia said that one feels when they fall in love." Harry explains, badly struggling to do so.

"Archangel who now?" Louis asks in confusion.

"Archangel of love, Angel Sophia. She is the one who draws two people together, it is her blessing or magic, or job if you would prefer to frame it in that manner." He says.

"Okay.. so you've rejected Angels because they weren't good enough for you and you think you can fall in love with a Human?" Louis implores challengingly. "You think you'll find a Human who's better than an Angel?" He tilts his head.

"You know, since I forged my wish notebook, I have been choosing people to have it myself. It has been over five centuries, over five hundred years since I got endowed, since I have been choosing people to grant their wishes. When I see them, I gauge the morality in them, I find out how good they have been in their life and how good their heart is, and how good their intentions are and virtues like that. But when I saw you, for the first time in five hundred years, I did not choose the person on the ground of how good they were because I was too mesmerised by how glorious they were." Harry confesses and Louis blinks at him speechlessly.

"Wha-" Louis cuts himself off, realizing he really has nothing to say to that.

"You are very beautiful Louis, more than so many of the Angels. That makes me recognise that there are Humans who are precisely more fascinating than Angels and I might unearth one for myself to love." He says and Louis nods, blushing at the words directed towards him.
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WC: 3,124 words
DOP: 19/12/21

FOTC: I had to research Shakespearean (Early modern) English, which took hours by the way, and mix it up with modern to create that Harahelian English. It took hours of research and repetitive editing.

WOTC 📗: I hope this stupid migraine goes away and never ever comes back.

Author's note: I love this chapter (and a few more cute chapters oBvIoUsLy) It was really fun to write.

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Louis: "Mate, I don't even know you-"

Harry:

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Harry: *literally jumped out of heaven to meet his potential husband* *tries surprising him by making breakfast*

Louis: um.. that's me girlfriend's dress

Harry:

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Louis: You're on earth, so now you're Harry.

Harahel:

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Harry: You're more beautiful than angels

Us: So true :')

Louis:

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Last edited: 09/16/2023