I followed her into the room. I don't know why but it's like she compelled me to follow her. Like she wanted me to follow. She turned the corner with speed I haven't seen before. She turned opened the door quietly , looking around to see if anyone was following, i was to far behind her for her to notice my silhouette in the shadows. When she thought no one was around she sighed a heavy breath of relief, she turned the door very quietly and allowed herself to enter.
I sat there for for approximately 3 minutes before the music started. It was slow music. I listened carefully and noticed it was Diana. I've had enough waiting, I am to compelled to stay here. I walk towards the door with pure stealth and open the door quietly. When I open it I am amazed.
Hundreds or drawings lay scattered on the walls. Dozens apon dozens of drawings in what appears to be a type of gallery. I bend on my knees to pick one up, there I am perfectly etched onto a piece of paper with a pencil. My cheek bones are skillfully faded in, everything about this picture was perfect. Every art piece I've ever created was a simple task, it was never anything amazingly or skillfully just sketching and shading really.
I look among another on the wall. It was when me and the boys had just found out that we had won the first Brit award, you could see drawn with such skill each of our emotions. Niall's shock and joy , Harry's pure excitement , Louis' mischievous thinking, Liam's pride felt smile, next was my expression ,nothing. My eyes were wide but they were sealed of any emotion. You couldn't quite tell. You could see that based on the veins in my neck and my muscles tensing that I'm in shock as well as my facial expression has a look of disbelief but deep in my eyes there is nothing.
She added something to each boy, I could have sworn it was real it was so detailed but I was there and I know that of which we all posses and what she added we did not have. Drawn around our shock felt bodies were wings. Not white wings but dark thick black wings. If they were not so beautifully and elegantly drawn I would think they are demons wings but they are to fragile and weak to be of something of destruction. They seem to have just faded into the dark because in the corners and tips of the wings are a blended grey.
I take a glance among the room each and every picture had wings, wether it be on us or just peaceful butterfly wings , but every single pair was black. There were no white wings present. I continue into the room looking and glancing in every direction. Words could not explain the talent and time put into each drawing each was so deflectless, so stunning I don't think I was made to comprehend.
As I continued to walk into the small studio, I see under a small art light pointed at the perfect angle. The painting that was shown before me stunned me. It was of a girl about 19 and a boy about 20 standing next to one another. There sides were all that were in view. The girls blonde hair cascading down her back ending near the small of her back. Her arms are wrapped gently around his shoulders keeping him close almost as if she's scared she is going to lose him, her face is nuzzled gently into his neck breathing in his scent as if for the last time his raven black hair neatly made, her posture is standing but leaning in to him almost in defeat,the necklace she wears entangled with his. The boy hugging her tightly as if to never let her go his face bowing to glance at the girl, both their faces shielded from view, Her dark wings slumping in defeat , his held high . you can just make out his Carmel skin and his faint look of regret and remorse. The boys large leather jacket partially engulfing the girl in his embrace. The girls shirt is mostly covered by his jacket but you can faintly make about the Ramones logo on it, her white converse slightly dirty but still new looking. The blue jean shorts she wears you can see the faint lighter part of her skin, the thin white lines, some pink and slightly red from being new and not being a scar but a cut.
On the mans left arm you can barley make out the tattoo on his finger, on his little finger written in cursive is the word promise. Seeing that tattoo on the boy made me look at my own finger seeing written in cursive is imprinted in my skin the word promise.
A cough from the other room startled me out of my trance. Confused I followed the sound , turning another corner and there be fore me she was laying on the floor with a sketch book under neath her, her wings elegantly moving a shifting as she draws. Some of her blonde hair tossed into the feathers carelessly. On her right hand holding the pencil beautifully imprinted on her finger is the word promise. The sudden discovery I have just found startled me, causing me to suck in a deep breath. Before I could register my actions She was shielding herself with her wings holding a defensive position standing upright. Her blue eyes piercing me with there brightness.
The confused and defensive She softens her glare and eyes when she noticed it was me. Her wings drop from her face and body. She looks down at the floor almost ashamed and embarrassed with herself.


Her blue eyes met up to meet mine she whispered so very quietly

"I wish you could find me and believe I was real... Not a part of your imagination" she walked over to me closer and closer so painfully slow... Pushing her lips onto mine causing me to respond immediately by syncing with her kiss. She pulled herself away causing me to whimper at the loss of her

" you'll see me soon and when you do... Remember that I need you too"

1. Reality and fantasy

   Get to know the girls

2. Don't pity me!

   The girls getting ready

3. My lovelies

   Sk sorry

4. Sea green eyes

   Valarie and Isabelle meet the boys

5. Chapter 4

   Can't think of a good description

6. Hi guys!