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LOUIS' POV
"Leo! You promised that you wouldn't do anything. Let me go!" screamed Arabelle as she was dragged out by Stan, who sneered at me.
"So you are the famous Louis. The immortal lover. She told me about you, and that you were powerful as well. Doesn't seem so!" he said, so that only I could hear.
My eyes widened. How did he know?!
Then it struck me, he was the enemy on earth. The spawn of the devil on earth. It struck me at the same time as his fist.
"That was for good measure. And you are a pathetic little angel, that couldn't even tell teh one he loves his own feelings. You are too late now. You've lost your love and your home, anything else?" he said, kicking me in the 'area'. I dropped to the ground, in pain.
But not as much as my heart felt now. I loved her, but I let him take her away. I was a horrible friend, lover and most of all, the worst angel.
It was as bad as me turning over to the dark side.
Because, without her, nothing means anything to me anymore..........
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I was pushed into a car. My hands were bound to my sides. Leo took the seat beside me, in the backseat. I know that he knows what me and Louis are (super-hearing has its perks).
Louis.
I could've saved him from all the pain. But I didn't. Why? Because I was selfish. I wanted him to love me the way he did back then, the way I always did. The way I do now. The way I always will.
At least now that Leo has me, he'll leave them alone until I stop giving him what he wants. And I won't dare put them in danger again.
"You must really love him, don't you?" slurred my kidnapper. Wait, slurred.
"YOU'RE DRUNK?!?!?!" I asked him, staring at him wide-eyed. He gave me a boyish grin, one that I used to love. Now it disgusts me.
"Depends. Whatchya gonna do if I am?" he said, scooting closer to me. He got me cornered to the car door. "Never mean. You got what you want. What more do you want?" I ask, totally unprepared for his answer. He leaned over closer, the smell of alcohol burning my senses. "You," he whispered, sending shivers everywhere. He didn't realize the affect of the words he just said, even though they weren't true. At least not anymore.
"C-could you back up a little? I don't feel so well," I said. It was true, I felt light-headed and dizzy. And it didn't help that he was pressed against me, nauseating me further with his alcoholism.
"Are you okay?!" he said. Wow, he almost sounded like he cared! I was really not feeling that good. I slumped against the window, wishing for death to come and get me quick.
The last thing I remembered before I drifted was that he pried my face off the window and onto his lap.
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When I woke up, I thought I was dreaming. Sadly, I wasn't. I woke up in a king sized bed, in a very comfy pair of boy shorts and a loose camisole. And then I turned to meet the devil who was lounging in a twisty chair (I call it that, get used it). He was smirking, staring at me. I jumped back, trying to back away. I was scared and vulnerable.
He seemed to have been startled by my expression, since his smirk disappeared.
"W-where am I?" I ask, unsure of his answer.
"Well, after you passed out in the car, I took us to a place that no one would find us. I can't tell you where, though. We aren't in North America anymore..."
I looked at the window, which showed a beautiful scenery of vast plains of nothing. Great.
I don't know what happened, but I think I cracked.
"What do you want? My happiness? Cause you took all of it! What more do you want? What have I ever done to you? Huh?" I demanded.
He looked at me, as if eyeing a specimen. He picked up a plate that had pancakes—butter and syrup included. "Eat it," he said, softly.
I eyed the pancakes, glaring at him. "I want an answer," I said, refusing the delicious food in front of me. I knew how good of a cook he was. He would bake cupcakes with me, before he changed.
He sighed. "I expected your anger. Tell you what, you eat, and I'll explain. Kay?" he said, mesmerizing me once again—effortlessly, I might add.
I sighed, accepting the plate. I wasn't one to say no to pancakes made by Leo. They were heavenly.
"Okay, I'll start from the beginning. From us," he paused, letting me soak it in. "Well, I knew what you were, before you knew."—I choked on my food. After I recomposed myself, he continued.
"At first, I was getting you vulnerable, since I am on the other side. The war was going on then—still is—and I thought that if I had an original angel that he would take interest in me. He did. But sooner or later, I really fell for you. I loved you. But he didn't want that. So he manipulated your vulnerability and trust for me to torture you. I am truly sorry for that. I didn't intentionally do it. I was locked inside myself. Stuck in a shell of what I was. And now, well I was sent to kidnap you, and torture you. After Stan, your old stepdad failed, he sent me. I couldn't do it, without help. That was why I was drunk last night. It's the only way I can do his bidding. It was that or he would send someone who would really hurt. I wouldn't allow it, so that is what I am doing. I can't let you go. And I have to drink the potion every night. It was our deal. I am so sorry. I hurt you so many times, even when I want there. But over the years, I still am in love with you.." he said, looking at me sincerely.
I was done with my pancakes and wiped my mouth by then. Now it was hanging open. He loved me, after all this time.
"Would you give me a second chance, even if I don't deserve it?" he asked, causing an old flame to ignite again.
Leo. The boy who I fell in love with—the guy who I never got over—is asking me, his archenemy, for another chance.
My thoughts ran to Louis. Louis William Tomlinson. They guy I was in love with at the moment. What about him? Was all that for a waste? He saved me, and accepted me, a complete stranger. He trusted me, gave me a family. He gave me a home, a purpose. He was my creation. But the the problem was this was all one-sided. All from me. I should just let go of him before I make a fool of myself and/or I break my heart.
I nodded my head. I didn't trust my words at the moment. They were stuck in my throat. I stood up, as I walked towards Leo. At the moment he was open-mouthed at me.
"Really?!" he asked, his voice full of wonder.
"Y-Yes. I mean it. I think that we should give 'us' another chance. If that's okay with yo—" I was cut off with a pair of familiar, soft lips against mine.
Boy had I missed him. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me into him. I hesitantly tangled my fingers in his hair. It was a little short for my taste, but it didn't matter. He moaned when I bit his bottom lip. Just like he used to. He and I had chemistry, no doubt. And now, that old flame, sparked a raging inferno in my heart.
This is where my heart belong. With him.
His tongue was licking my bottom lip, asking entrance—which I gave easily. He pushed his way through. My legs hit the bed, as he pushed me back. We fell on the bed, not breaking our kiss. His hands were tangled in my hair while mine were gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to me. His lips left mine, his breath fanning my face.
We were breathing harder than Usain Bolt after he ran in the Olympics. His lips trailed there way on me—leaving lingering kisses from my lips, up my jaw, to the base of my ear.
He took his time, trailing his way down my neck, sucking at some parts. I moaned, when he found my weak spot. He never found it, until now. And he was sucking on it. God, it felt nice! I was close to fainting, by then.
My fingers were tangled in his hair, as he continued his journey back to my lips. He placed one more lingering kiss, then brought his face back. I let my hands untangle themselves, as I put them on his chest.
His shirt was all ruffled as well as his hair. I felt a slight pain in my neck, when I touched the area his sucked on. I found a hickey and two love bites.
"Uh, sorry 'bout that?" he said, grinning like a little boy on Christmas.
I chuckled, bringing his face close to one again. Just as I was about to kiss him, I stopped and said, "It's fine. I think it's okay since I did enough damage to your shirt and hair."
He frowned and shook his head. "You're such a tease!"
"Get used to it," I told him.
"I already have," he said, leaning closer, kissing me softly again.

Notes

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