Things were going good for Louis. He had gone back to work where Zayn and Liam had welcomed him with open arms. His mother hadn't been able to find a job, but she had started a small business, making alterations and mending clothes. So far she was making good profit and looked happier. Louis was the happiest he had ever been in a while.

It was already the end of his shift. The streets were dark, sometimes getting illuminated by the lightning and filled with thunders. It was going to rain and Harry was due to pick him up at any moment now. He had just finished putting the mop and bucket away when he heard the door opening, furrowing his brow when he could have swore he had closed it. He grabbed a baseball bat Zayn had left there that morning and made his way to the front, relaxing when he saw Harry leaning against the door frame.

"You scared me." Louis lowered down the bat, wanting to laugh when Harry raised his brows and tilted his head to the right, looking confused.

"I– I'm sorry, the door was open and I thought it would be okay if I just came in." Harry said as he started smiling, seeing Louis still wearing an apron. He looked adorable in his opinion.

"It's fine, I just thought I had locked the door." Louis set the bat down on a table then started taking his apron off.

"It was actually open." Harry lied, when it had been him the one to open it.

"Must have forgotten to lock it." Louis waved him off. "I'm just gonna put this away and then we can go."

Harry watched him go, and when he was sure he was out of sight, he looked around to make sure nothing suspicious was going on. Lately, he had been spotting Lucifer around when according to him, he still wasn't allowed home. Lucifer had gotten the habit of visiting him every night right when Harry was going to go to bed. He would always eat his oreos and drink a soda, so now Harry made sure to always have extra for his brother. Harry's explicit dreams about Louis continued, but Harry chose to ignore them and more when he was around Louis. He didn't want to embarrass himself and Louis every time his eyes lingered on Louis' body. Louis was more than that.

Louis came back and after locking the door and making sure everything was locked, they made their way to the car. They made conversation on the way home, and when they got there, Harry got out as well when Jay had invited him to dinner that morning. The house was warm compared to the chilly outside and the food smelled heavenly. They found Jay getting the tacos ready while his sisters set the table.

"Harry! I'm glad you could make it, love." Jay greeted him.

"Thank you for inviting me." Harry gave her a sweet smile.

She smiled back then looked at Louis, her expression softening even more. "How was work, sweetheart?"

"It was good! I got better tips today and tomorrow I don't have to close." Louis told her, glad that he got to get off earlier than usual.

"That's wonderful, love." Jay said. "You boys must be starving. We were just waiting for you."

Louis and Harry greeted the girls before they washed their hands and sat down to eat. The food was delicious like always, and Harry found himself holding back from eating too much. He wanted Louis' family to have enough to eat, but made sure to eat enough so Jay didn't think he didn't like her food when he in fact loved it. He made a mental note to bring something if they ever invited him again.

"Lou, Harry," Daisy spoke up. "Phoebe and me are going to have an art exhi– exhi." Her brow furrowed when she couldn't pronounce it yet.

"Exhibition?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Daisy nodded. "We're going to have one at school."

"Really!?" Louis said, looking more excited than her.

"Yes!" Phoebe giggled. "And we want you all to come see it."

"I would love to go. Thank you for the invitation." Harry told them, giving them a charming smile that made both girls giggle.

"It's this saturday at noon." Jay informed them as soon as her daughters went back to eating.

"I could come here and then we can leave together to the school." Harry suggested, and before Louis could protest, Jay had already agreed.

Like always, Harry stayed to help them clean up, glad that Jay didn't protest anymore when she knew he was going to help her anyway. Louis walked him to the door and waited by the door until Harry was in his car and pulling out of his driveway, then went back inside. He used the time he had left before going to bed to help his sisters with their homework while Jay worked on a few more clothes she had to return the next day.

Louis was explaining photosynthesis to the twins when the lights flickered off and on, making them look up at the ceiling. When nothing happened, they continued what they were doing, already used to the power going out during storms. It wasn't safe to be outside and Louis hoped Harry had gotten home safe. A few minutes later, a loud thunder accompanied with lightning startled them, taking with it the power.

"Mom!" Phoebe screamed. She was afraid of the dark.

"It's okay, love. Stay with your siblings while I go find the candles." Jay slowly got up, grabbing a flashlight she always kept by her side whenever it would storm.

Jay made her way to the kitchen, stopping in front of the window right above the sink. She looked for the candles on the cabinet next to the window, having trouble when they were too high up. She could feel them with the tips of her fingers, getting on her tippy toes, and getting startled when she saw someone standing right outside her window.

She was quick to turn the flashlight off then look out the window from a distance, not wanting to get too close when she didn't know who it could be out there. Her breathing was shallow, and there were goosebumps forming on the skin of her arms. She didn't know what drove her to get closer when she saw a shadow passing by then returning to stand in front of the window.

She got closer to it, but when she saw the thick metal collar around their neck she stumbled back, her back hitting the table. She started shaking the longer she stared at it, until the figure disappeared and the power came back on. That and her children's loud voices seemed to snap her out of her trance. She looked around then went back to the living room to continue working as if nothing had happened.

"Mom, are you okay?" Louis asked, making sure his sisters were reading their books.

"Y– Yeah, I just couldn't find the candles." Jay lied. She didn't want her son to know she was probably going crazy.

"I'll go look for them in case the power goes out again." Louis smiled and got up to get them, leaving Jay still thinking about what she had just seen.

In the end, she decided to ignore it and continue working. She went to bed that night, completely unaware of the archangel sitting on the rooftop, right above her window. Michael was soaking wet, ignoring the cold rain pelting against his skin and the way his lips were turning blue from the cold. His wings were out, standing tall and weighing him down as the raindrops slid off of the feathers. He couldn't feel the cold, but that didn't mean his body didn't react the way a human's body would.

He looked up at the sky and gently touched the metal collar around his neck. He shed a tear that mixed with the drops of rain, turning into another one of them. He looked down at his lap, wrapping his wings around himself. He took one look at them and closed his eyes, unable to look at them any longer. His wings were turning a brownish color and his feathers were slowly falling off. He looked into the distance wondering about all the ifs and what would have happened instead. If only he had been strong enough. If only he had made the right decisions.

It was a long week but they had made it. That saturday morning Louis stood in front of his closet looking for something to wear. It was the day of his sisters art exhibition and Harry was due to pick them up at any time now. When he heard the doorbell, he grabbed a pair of the best jeans he had and a red plaid shirt along his vans. He quickly changed then rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and his hair, groaning when he could hear his mother greeting Harry downstairs.

When he was finally ready, his sisters were already downstairs trying to each get Harry's attention. But as soon as Louis entered the room, he blushed when Harry's gaze settled on him, never taking his eyes off of him as he made his way closer to them.

"Good morning, Louis." Harry greeted him.

"Good morning." Louis responded, not knowing what to do with himself when Harry always managed to make his tummy feel funny.

"Is everyone ready?" Jay asked as soon as she walked into the room.

When Louis walked outside followed by his sisters and mother, he followed Harry to his car. He let his mother sit in the front seat even after she had protested that she would rather sit in the backseat with the girls. The drive there was spent with the twins talking about their art and what the many projects represented. Louis hadn't seen them yet, but he already knew they were amazing. He was already proud of his sisters. All four of them.

When they got there, the twins led them inside the school and into the gym that was filled with many tables and people walking around looking at all the many pieces of art. They went straight to look at the girls art projects. The first ones was called paper jungle and it consisted of the picture of a jungle made out of only construction paper. Harry thought it was beautiful, definitely noticing how Phoebe had added more detail on her picture. Both were great to him, something they should be proud of.

Next they moved on to various paintings the girls had made. They were flower pots, animals and the last ones something that the twins had had a choice about what to paint. Phoebe's was the empire state building at night, while Daisy's was the shade of a small angel standing on the edge of a cliff, their wings extended and ready to take flight. The sun was shining down on it, and Harry could see two other shapes watching the angel.

"I'm going to see the empire state building one day." Phoebe proudly told him, smiling when Harry smiled.

"Make sure you take lots of pictures." He told her, then turned to look at Daisy.

He furrowed his brows when he found her staring at her painting while the rest of her family looked at all their projects again. Daisy finally looked up at him and gave him a smile before she looked back at her painting.

"What's your painting about?" Harry finally asked her, making sure to be at eye level with her.

"He's going home." Daisy replied. That was that, Harry didn't ask anymore questions and Daisy didn't say anything after that.

When the school event was over, Harry decided to invite them to a restaurant for lunch, accepting no for an answer. They ended up in a small mexican restaurant where they spent their afternoon before Harry drove them back home. He had decided to leave after when he saw Lucifer leaning against a tree and waving him over before he disappeared. Harry knew he would be waiting for him in his temporary home, eating all his oreos and drinking a coke.

Thank you for today." Louis told him, snapping Harry out of his Lucifer thoughts.

They were standing alone in Louis' porch. Louis was leaning against the wall next to the door and Harry was standing in front of him with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. They knew Louis' sisters were watching them through the window, but they chose to ignore them when it was a harmless thing.

"Don't thank me. I feel honored that I was invited." Harry smiled.

"Still." Louis told him, and just like that, he took a step forward to kiss Harry on the cheek.

But what was supposed to be an innocent kiss on the cheek turned out to be a full kiss on the lips when Harry moved his head, not having noticed what Louis was going to do. Louis stared with wide eyes, just like Harry. But when Harry pushed him against the wall and kissed him again, tangling his fingers through his hair, Louis didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

It was a messy kiss, and they were sure Louis' sisters were still watching but they didn't care. Louis wrapped a hand around the back of Harry's neck and tangled his fingers through Harry's hair with the other. He was left wanting more when Harry suddenly pulled back and stared at him with wide eyes, never rejecting Louis when the smaller of the two decided to continue the kiss.

Harry never once thought about how wrong it was. About how what he was doing was strictly prohibited. Angels should never give in to carnal pleasures with humans. But when Louis traced his lips with his tongue, and rolled his hips against his own, Harry forgot all about it. He forgot he would be punished when he was half hard, feeling exactly the way he felt in all those dreams.

They were abruptly interrupted her when the door opened and Jay walked out clearing her throat. Louis' sisters were behind her trying to look at them, but Jay closed the door behind her.

Harry cleared his throat, "I was about to leave." He said.

He ended up leaving without another word, only sharing a small smile with Louis who was blushing a deep red. Harry didn't start freaking out until he got home where Lucifer was on his bed watching tv. He had brought it a few days ago, claiming that Harry lived a boring life and he needed something to do while Harry was gone. Lucifer looked at him, a cookie halfway to his mouth, furrowing his brows when he saw Harry leaning against the closed door about to hyperventilate.

"What's wrong with you?" Lucifer asked. Harry could tell he was naked under his blankets.

"I kissed him." Harry confessed, making his way to the bed where he got on his knees next to it.

"About time." Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Back in my younger years, I was balls deep in Juniper before I even kissed him." Lucifer lied, knowing he had kissed him before it had happened. He would never forget that.

"But I kissed him." Harry repeated, then started playing with the edge of the blanket. "I wasn't supposed to kiss him. Its prohibited."

"Did you like it?" Lucifer asked him, smirking when Harry blushed and looked down at his hands.

"I did." Harry confessed.

"Then I don't see a problem." Lucifer told him. "Why deny yourself something that you want, that you like? This is what I meant millennia ago. Humans have freedom to do whatever they please so why don't we?"

When Harry stayed quiet, Lucifer continued.

"If you like that boy, and if you like to kiss him then why deny yourself something that makes you feel good?" Lucifer placed his hand on Harry's left cheek to make him look at him.

"Juniper makes you happy." Harry stated. "But why aren't you with him?" He asked.

"I already told you. He gets angry when I leave home. Michael needed a few favors and I'm not done yet, plus June kicked me out when i tried to go back for the night." Lucifer explained, wiggling his eyebrows and laughing when Harry blushed.

Harry got closer to Lucifer, wondering if it was okay to ask him about his life now that they were actually having a decent conversation. Harry felt it was time to apologize.

"That day," Harry started. "When you woke up. I'm– I'm so sorry." He teared up.

"I don't forgive, Harry." Lucifer pulled away from him.

"I need to apologize, I need you to know how sorry I am. You were happy and I ruined that for you." Harry grabbed Lucifer's hands in his, looking into his green eyes.

"I'm happy now." The fallen angel held Harry's hand.

"Lucy..." Harry trailed off, his eyes wide and hands shaking. "What happened to your child?"

Lucifer abruptly pushed Harry's hands away and got up, ignoring the fact that he was completely naked. He set his wings free, ignoring when he knocked off a few things to the floor, some breaking when they made contact with the floor.

"That's none of your business." He snapped.

"Lucifer..." Harry started, but the sharp edge of Lucifer's wing against his neck stopped him.

"What do you think?" Lucifer's eyes were shining with unshed tears and anger. "No innocent soul ever makes it down there. We're all damned back home. He was my child, but he was innocent. He paid for my mistakes, for his mother's, for yours and the rest. Don't ever bring him up again. Don't hurt me again, Harry."

And with that, Lucifer retreated his wing and got on the bed again while Harry stayed where he was. "It hurt." Lucifer confessed.

"I'm sorry." Harry was crying.

"Me too." Lucifer looked away.

They ended up watching a movie together, when Lucifer acted as if nothing had happened. Harry ended up falling asleep, dreaming once again about Louis. About his body and the way it felt underneath his, the way it felt to be inside of him. When he woke up again, the room was pitch black and Lucifer was long gone. He groaned when he realized his pants were filthy. It had been happening a lot and it always left him with more laundry to do when he couldn't control himself. He looked at the clock, feeling more confused when he saw it was only eight at night. He had thought it was before dawn, but he had been wrong.

He decided to take a shower, and after he was done, he extended his wings when they were starting to make his back hurt. He had to do it slowly when they were sore, never seeing the brown feather at the base of his right wing.

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