"I can't believe you're eating pizza in the middle of the street."

"If you'd known me for longer than just one hour, you wouldn't be surprised," I mumble through a mouthful of food, and take the last slice from the box. I wasn't expecting her to not find it weird; no one has gotten used to me eating in public. Not even my best mates.

I glance at Angel, to see a half smile on her lips as she lightly shakes her head. "You couldn't just wait to come home and eat it there?"

"No, I'd have to reheat it," I reply with a shrug, scanning the sidewalk in search of a trash can. "It's not as good when it's reheated."

I hear her sigh, "Makes sense."

A chuckle of disbelief leaves my mouth as I shake my head; okay, compared to how much she talked while we were in the pizza place, this is great. I don't have to drag the words out of her, and we're even making small talk. Joking, even.

But when it comes to how much I got to know her, I'm still stuck at three basic facts. It astonishes me that I would care this much about getting to know a random girl I met in the street, but I guess it's her personality that's keeping me interested.

"So," I begin after swallowing everything, and quickly jogging to the nearest bin to throw the pizza box. "Where do you live? I mean, I know we took the longer way but we've been walking for like fifteen minutes." I don't want to add that I'm about 99% sure that I can't find my way home. The night just keeps getting more interesting.

"My building's one block away." Her voice is so quiet and passive, I literally have to lean toward her so I'd hear her. But I guess it's because of the semi-crowded street; I should have expected her to live in the more urban area of the city.

"Mhm," I mumble, stuffing my hands into my pockets. I use that as a chance to check if my phone is still okay; it's not exactly resistant to being repeatedly smacked against the asphalt. "Do you live with anybody?"

I was dumb to think she wouldn't see through me; as I look up from the screen of my phone, she has a small, knowing smile on her face. Guess I'll have to be more indirect.

"Not really," Is all she says, with a completely straight face. Almost like she's expecting me to not find her answer weird. Which I do.

"What do you mean, not really?" I frown, not taking my eyes off of her, while she doesn't take her eyes off the sidewalk in front of her.

"I mean, not really."

This time I look ahead of myself too; what the hell does that even mean? Either you live with someone, or not. There can't be an in-between sort of thing.

"Okay," I say slowly, after a minute of trying to figure out how to... figure her out. "And who do you 'not really' live with?"

"You ask a lot of questions, you know." I bet that's not the last time she's going to say that to me tonight.

"I'm only curious," I repeat my excuse from before, a growing smile on my face as I turn my head to look at her again. "You can ask anything you'd like, too."

Angel nods slowly, "Good to know."

"Come on, seriously," I smile as she starts walking around the corner, though I stop there and stand under the street light, watching her. "This is our only night. Chances of us meeting again are like 1:1000."

"You wanna know something?" I'm surprised as she slows down, and eventually turns to face me. "That's a good thing."

I can't help but roll my eyes, "Yeah, because I ask a lot of questions?"

Her lips curve just a tiny bit, forming a smirk that I already loved seeing. "That too."

Her answer isn't exactly what I've expected; that 'too' in the end makes me nothing but even more interested in getting to know something- anything about her. Damn, if any other girl had only told me her name and age, I'd be okay with it. What the hell is making me keep talking and talking now?

"Fair enough." I decide not to argue; not only would she most likely not speak to me because of it, but I'd also be at risk of having a black eye by the time I get home. "Let's go."

I finally start walking away from my spot under the street light, but this time Angel doesn't move. She's leaned against a brick wall of a building, and keeps looking at me with that bored, but intense look in her eyes. She probably wants to seem chill, but also make me nervous at the same time.

"Why'd you stop, what's up?" I ask, and for the first time scan her body from head to toe. It's also the first time I notice how ridiculously fit she is; her body is almost as unreal as her personality.

"This is where I live," She tilts her head to the side and points at the building she's leaning against. Another smile appears on her face when she sees my expression after realizing; glad I'm able to keep her entertained.

"Oh," Is the only response I can think of, but she only shakes her head and pushes herself off of the wall. "Well are you gonna go home?" I ask, a little dumbfounded as she walks past me, and stands in the exact same spot I stood at just one minute ago.

"Nah, the night is pretty." She looks up at the sky, though I doubt the blinding light coming from above her is letting her see any of the stars, or the moon. I awkwardly look up myself; the sky is clear, almost like on a summer night. Except the temperature is about 20 degrees lower than it is during summer nights.

"Yeah," I mumble, mostly to myself, "I'm guessing you don't like when it rains?"

I look down at her, just in time to see her shrugging. "Depends."

A sigh leaves my lips as I lightly shake my head; what the hell am I even doing? If she doesn't want to talk, then she doesn't want to talk. I should just go home and stop wasting my time, and hers more importantly. If I hadn't been so persistent in the past hour, I could have been watching my third episode of Friends of the night by now.

It's funny how my brain is telling me what to do, though my body determinedly stays leaned against the brick wall she was leaning against a minute or two ago, with no intention of standing straight and going home. It's probably because the chances of us meeting again are really 1:1000.

"What did you say your minor is?" I'm startled to hear her speak; presumably because I've gotten the illusion that she wouldn't speak at all unless I ask questions, into my head. When the truth is, she wouldn't speak at all when I do ask questions.

"Um, English."

She nods, as if I've confirmed her thoughts. "What classes do you take?"

"Uh..." It takes me a minute to remember, even though I was at school about twelve hours ago. "Phonetics and Phonology, American Studies, American Literature, Syntax, and Modern English." I repeat what I'd said in my head, just to make sure I haven't repeated one subject twice, or forgotten one.

When I'm sure I got everything right, I look at Angel to see her staring at her shoes, lightly nodding. "Do you know any of the English majors?"

"From my year? No," I shake my head, looking away to make sure. "No, I barely know any of the minors."

She nods again, "Okay." I can't help but narrow my eyes at her, and tilt my head to the side a little. I know I've only known her for, what, an hour and a half? But I'm sure she wouldn't ask anything without a reason.

"Why, do you know any of the majors?" Even if she doesn't answer that, it's pretty obvious. Now I just have to figure out who it is that she knows, out of the 4000 students that are majoring English.

Angel shrugs, looking at her feet. "I know a lot of people."

Before I can react to her somewhat bizarre answer, she starts walking toward me, not looking up from her shoes. Her actions make me frown when she stands in front of me.

"What are... you doing?" I mutter, a little confused as she reaches down for her left shoe.

"My feet are killing me."

I blink, and smirk at the first thought that crossed my mind. "Why don't you go home, then?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, it's fun to be annoyed by you."

My smile widens; is this how teenage girls feel when a guy gives them a semi-compliment? "Why thank you," I say in an amused tone, a little sarcastic as I watch her bent over, apparently taking her shoes off. If anyone's watching us from across the street, they surely have all kinds of thoughts going through their head at our, say, inconvenient positions.

However, I stop thinking about what others might be thinking when Angel pushes her shoes near the building, and stands up straight; I have to put a ton of effort into not laughing when I look at her.

"You're actually so tiny," When the words leave my mouth, I just can't help but laugh. It's as if someone squashed her from 6 feet tall down to 5'5. Well, not exactly those heights, but that's how the contrast looks to me.

Angel furrows her eyebrows just the slightest as she looks up at me, "You're only about an inch taller than me." She smirks at my face as I realize, she's right; now that she isn't in her heels, my eyes are in level with her forehead.

It still counts.

"Well, I'm pretty short myself," I grin and she slowly blinks, shaking her head as she turns away from me, walking back to the street light while I keep my eyes on her. I shiver a little when I look down at her feet, though.

"Aren't you cold?" She isn't wearing socks, or anything; she's literally standing barefoot on the asphalt, not even flinching at the cold. Good thing it hasn't rained in days.

To my surprise, she shakes her head, "The word you're looking for is refreshed," She says through a small sigh, now unzipping her jacket. I shrug to myself and look at my feet; I can only imagine how wearing those high heels must feel. Though I still don't realize why women wear them at all. If I were a girl, I'd probably wear converse or flats all the time. Guys like the casual look.

Okay, what the fuck am I thinking about?

I lightly shake my head to get rid of the dumb thoughts, though I look up when I hear a clicking sound. I nonchalantly raise my eyebrow when I notice a cigarette between her lips, and a lighter in her hand; it's not that I'm surprised, though.

"You smoke?" I ask absentmindedly as I watch the smoke flowing through the air. For some weird reason, I've always found that fun.

"Not really." Here we go again, with the 'not really'. "Just when I'm in a certain mood."

I'm a guy, so I'm not going to apologize for the first thing that crossed my mind at the mention of a 'certain mood'. "What kind of mood?"

"Any that doesn't match how I usually feel." Does that mean this is not how she usually feels? Is she usually more human?

I nod, even though that just added another ten questions on my already never-ending list. "Do you smoke?" I look up at her indifferent face, and shake my head.

"Nope, never been a fan of cigarettes," I give her a light smile, though I'm a little confused when she frowns, and then smiles, seemingly entertained. What in the world?

"Niall," She says before taking another drag, and I can feel my lips curving at the way she says my name. Even though her next words confuse me even more. "This isn't a cigarette."

"What?" I frown, a small laugh leaving my lips as she shakes her head. Is this some sort of a psychological test? "What the hell is it then?"

After taking another drag, she starts walking toward me, and as she continues to get closer, I don't know whether I'm becoming excited or nervous. Eventually she's standing right in front of me, leaning toward me even; I can see every little detail of her face, from how blue her eyes actually are to the barely visible freckles on her nose. And not even now do I know how exactly I feel about it.

Even so, I manage to push my thoughts aside and I find myself subconsciously leaning forward; my face is less than an inch away from hers, when her actions make me squeeze my eyes shut and start coughing a second later.

"Jesus," I choke out as I turn my head to the right, placing my palm over my mouth as I continue coughing. I have to blink a few times in order to properly open my eyes; by the time that I do, Angel is walking backwards, toward her previous spot.

I've never felt so misled before.

"You could have just told me it's pot," I say in a bit of a grumpy tone as I wave my hand in front of my face, until there's no sign of the distinctive smell anymore.

"Wouldn't've been as fun." When I look at her face, her expression is the exact one that I'm expecting; the amused look in her eyes is present, the smirk her lips are forming is present. Overall it's a 'gotcha!' kind of an expression. Which she did. She got me.

"Where'd you get weed from, anyway?" To be honest, I'm not the least bit surprised that she's smoking marijuana, right here, right in front of me. I would have actually been more surprised if it was a regular cigarette.

"I have a friend that has a friend," Her smile widens, and I have to roll my eyes; of course that is her answer. "Can I ask you something, now?"

I look up at the sky, and shrug. Her question is either going to be something absolutely basic, or something that would absolutely surprise me. There's no in-between with this girl.

"You were going to kiss me, weren't you?"

I'm a little disappointed that it's the latter, though. "What... what?" I stammer as I look down at her, my eyes a little wide, heart rate a little increased. There's no turning back now.

"Before I blew the smoke into your face. You were going to kiss me."

I feel like I don't even have to answer that; she already has it figured out. Nevertheless, I shrug again. As I said, there's no turning back now, so what the hell.

"Yeah," I answer, quite bluntly, and I'm sort of relieved when she smiles at my response.

"Why?" She asks, not blinking once as she watches me, "Why'd you want to get involved like that with me?"

The slight smile I didn't even realize was on my face, disappears at her tone; she doesn't sound like she's teasing me anymore. Rather like she's actually interested in the actual answer to that.

"I don't know," I say, but I honestly mean it. "You're intriguing."

"Intriguing?" She raises her eyebrows at my choice of words, a bit of an impressed look on her face. "Wouldn't the better word for what I am be stubborn? Difficult, perhaps?"

I can't exactly tell if she's joking again, but I decide to take it that way anyway. "No, I really meant intriguing. Doesn't mean you're not stubborn or difficult as well, though."

She narrows her eyes at me and I lower my head, though we don't break the eye contact. "That's a good answer," She finally says, "Weird, but good."

"What do I get for it?" I ask before I can think about the words leaving my mouth, but luckily, she just gives me a little eye-roll.

"Go ahead."

A wide grin spreads across my face, "Ah, but wait, I have to pick one."

She blinks at me a few times, "Pick what?"

"A question."

Angel closes her eyes for a second or two, before looking up at the sky. "Alright, go."

I literally have to make her wait a few seconds, until I think of what I'm interested in the most. But since that is impossible to pick and we don't have a lot of time, I just ask the most basic one. "What's your last name?"

She snorts and takes another drag; just now I notice how she's almost done with the joint, though I see no side effects or anything. Does this mean she smokes weed regularly? Damn, I could have asked that.

"Healy," Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts, "My last name is Healy."

I nod, the information slowly sinking into my head. And being engraved there, to be honest. "Angel Healy," I nod again, "It suits you."

Angel takes another drag, and I notice another one of her smirks when she blows the smoke into the air. "I'm gonna take that as a compliment."

I smile as she looks at her watch, and then down the street we came from. I wanted to walk over and see what she's looking at, but I'm too lazy to leave the wall. I swear I warmed up the brick wall.

"Just so you know," She starts, still watching whatever the hell I couldn't see, before looking at me again. "When I said 'go ahead', I meant 'go ahead and kiss me', not 'ask a question'."

She seems so casual while saying that, which is a complete contrast to how I'm feeling; my lips are parted, eyebrows raised, and I've even stopped breathing for a few seconds. Basically I was gaping at her.

"For real?" I ask stupidly, though she only nods, now staring at the ground. Embarrassed of how honest she was, maybe? "Can I fix it now?"

When she shakes her head, I think she's only kidding; I can already feel myself standing on my feet again. "No, you know my last name now." But her words make me lean against the wall again.

"You could have told me." I don't even realize how much I actually want to kiss her, until she tells me I missed the opportunity to do it. "We could have been making out now." I don't want to sound disappointed, so I decide to crack a joke about it. Of course I do.

"Not likely," She mutters, her eyes fixed on something I can't see, once again. Only now, she doesn't look like she was watching something random; whatever she's looking at, it's causing her to react.

I'm a little stunned as she quickly puts out the rest of the joint against the street light, before swiftly walking over to me. "Alright, listen to me," She begins as she puts on her heels, while I just stare at her; this is definitely the most confused I've been the entire night.

She stands up, once again taller than me to my dismay, and I feel my eyes widen as she puts her cold hands on my cheeks. Correction; this is the most confused I've been all night.

"When you start walking home now, you're going to see a man in a leather jacket, completely dressed in black, with a gray beanie on his head," She says, her voice calm, though the look on her face is the complete opposite of calm. She looks disturbed; scared even, which I didn't think she could be.

"When you walk past him, act normal. Look at the ground, or in front of yourself, but don't look at him."

"Wait, what's-"

"Whatever happens," She interrupts me, "Don't look at him. Okay?"

I keep staring at her; I want to say that this is definitely the most dumbfounded I've been all night, but I feel like she's going to do or say something else that would make me correct myself again. "Niall," She yanks me out of my thoughts, "I said, okay?"

I can't help but gulp at the wicked look in her eyes; I'm almost expecting her to shift into another being. "Okay."

The look of relief on her face lasts for only a few seconds, "Good," Is all she says, but continues to watch me for some reason. I'm surprised when the smallest of smiles appears on her face, and even more surprised when she runs her thumb across my cheek.

"You're a good guy," She nearly whispers, "I really hope you never get to see me again."

A second later she leaves me alone on the street, just as her words leave me completely flabbergasted, wondering what the hell just happened and what the hell she meant by that.

And who the hell is the guy in black?

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