A band,an angel and a messed up teenager

What would you do if you meet a male angel? what if that angel tells you you're his, and asks for your permission to let him stay in your head and in exchange he will give you superpowers?

Sam's life was dull and boring until she met Eric (half angel) and made a deal with him. And using her new powers she went to see ‘One Direction’ and became close to her favorite band member, Niall Horan.
But with powers comes great responsibilities, strange things are happening, angels are disappearing and her secret might not remain a secret anymore. This is a story about being a lost teenager, having dreams, and figuring out your purpose in life. With a little sprinkle of t-shirts and a sassy heroine.

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1. Chapter 1

 

"Life isn't about finding yourself,

it's mostly about chocolate. "

- T-shirt often seen on Samantha trey Davidson. AKA Me.

 

It was a sunny and warm day and I was thirsty and craving chocolate. I headed to a supermarket to buy a coke and Fererro Rocher. It was almost empty, except some elderly and workers. I walked as fast as I can to the candy section. I looked around.  Wait… is that Niall Horan. I walked closer till I was starring at his profile. Yep it’s him. He was wearing a green t-shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers, holding a Fererro Rocher box in his hands. 

TAKE A DEEP BREATH. ACT COOL. DON’T TRIP AND FALL. His hair was pale blond soft and fluffy. My hands started to twitch as I was trying to restrain myself from reaching out and running my fingers through his hair to feel its texture. He felt my presence and turned his head toward me. Looked straight into my eyes, Raised his eyebrows and gave me his signature beautiful crooked smile. Holy Mother of Cuteness. I broke eye contact and looked at  his hands “I hope it’s not the last box” he looked confused for a second then looked at the chocolate box he was holding and said in what must be the smoothest sexiest accented voice I’ve ever heard “I am afraid it is the last box, but I might share it with you if you tell me your name,”

 “Sam,”

 “I’m Niall,”

 I was about to say “I know” when I heard high pitched screams and OMG. He quickly pushed against me and pulled me behind a giant Nutella jar and said “we should be quite. Fans are looking for me and as much as I love them I need to be somewhere in ten minutes” I nodded and thanked god I didn’t scream and squeal too when I saw him. He kept staring at me in the eyes. His body pushed against mine, I can feel his heartbeats jumping through his shirt. Hmm that feels nice. Then a high pinched voice pierced my ear “Over there!” followed by the sound of screaming girls, their footsteps made the floor pound beneath us, and in a blink of an eye Niall’s arms were around me, the supermarket’s ceiling disappeared and we started to fly. I looked beneath my feet to see the mob getting smaller and smaller. I grinned up at him and tried to say “they almost got you” but I couldn’t find my voice. We landed on a building’s roof.

 “w-what was that?” I stuttered “what are you?”

He looked down at me and smiled “I am superman, and I just saved a princess and a box of chocolate” I smiled back “me why” grammar was the least of my worries. He shrugged and leaned down his mouth was in my ears. And goose bumps spread all over my body as his breath tickled my neck.

“Maybe because you were the only cool barefooted chick who was wearing a pyjama full of little monkeys,” I looked down at my pyjama bottom and gasped.

 

I’m awake and my heartbeats are racing. It took me few moments to relax and realize that it was just a dream.

Hi, my name is Samantha, but everybody calls me Sam. I’m a lonely and bored teenager. I spend most of my free time on the internet –and believe me I have a lot of it- I hide under the sassy confident girl mask. But in real life, I suck some serious ass.

I have the weirdest dreams for a non-psychopathic, healthy, 18 years old girl. -I'm not sure about the non-psychopathic part though - I once dreamt that I was a peanut, sitting in class then the principal wanted to talk to me. And I had a real hard time reaching his office since I was a peanut and all. Then my peanut self started to think that I should have put myself in my pocket so I can use my legs to walk.

 Yeah, I think you got an Image on how crazy my dreams can get. My friend –also my flatmate- Jane thinks it's just because I read too much paranormal novels. I don't know if she's being honest or just doesn't want to tell me that I'm nuts, since she herself reads stuff but I don't hear her telling me she had dreams about being a peanut or a penny underneath the sofa's cushion (long story… believe me, you don't really want to know.)

I force myself to get off the bed, I look out the window, and it’s another foggy cold morning. It doesn’t matter anyway; I didn’t plan of leaving the house today.  I came to stay with my mum for the break.

 

“’Morning” my mom was standing at my door, fully dressed up her hair silky and shiny as usual. Big brown eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, straight thin nose and her lips were coated with gloss.

 “Good morning, mum,”

“You’re up early, have some plans today?” she asked with a hopeful smile painted her lips.

“No, it’s just that slept early last night” her smile fell instantly.

“I’m heading to the workshop, want to come with me?” she said less enthusiastically, she already knows my response. I shook my head in a no-no-no-way way. My mom owns a jewellery work shop. All her employees are females.  She designs and makes a sample, they re-produce it. And sell it online. She makes enough money for us to have a decent life.

She gave up and walked her way down the hallway to the stairwell. I felt bad. “Chocolate cake?” I shouted.

She turned around smiling and her eyes light up “chocolate cake.”

 

3 hours later. The house is dusted and vacuumed. Beef steaks and salads are ready. I was taking the cake out of the oven when mum walked in with grocery bags in her hand; she sniffs around and says “Hmmm smells good” I smiled at her as I took the grocery bags from her hands.

 

 

Daddy used to like beef. He died 3 years ago, in a car accident. Some drunk driver hit him. Ended his own life and took my father away from me. Before the accident I was normal. I went to parties and made friends but after I lost my dad I lost all the desire to socialize and watch drunken teenagers risk their lives. I couldn’t afford losing it in front of the whole school in a party. So I started making up excuses every time I got invited until they got it and let me be and rarely asked me again. I liked being alone, doing what I like to do. No texts to respond to, no calls to do. I had more important shit to do, like studying. Um...Well, if you consider food and cats on Tumblr, cyber stalking stars on twitter and watching Ellen DeGeneres on YouTube. Yeah, I studied, Hard.

 

After we ate in silence I pick up the plates and load the dish-washer while my mom eats her second piece of chocolate cake and showers me with compliments. I like it when people like what I cooked. It makes me happy to see that I can do something that makes people feel good.

“My pleasure, I’ll be upstairs in my room”

I ran back to my room and closed the door behind me, opened my laptop opened tumblr and started my daily ritual. And before I know it my mom was calling “dinner’s almost ready” from downstairs. I glanced at the clock its 8pm, too much for my “tomorrow I will study for my upcoming exams”.  I switched off the computer and ran to prepare the dinner table.

 

Mom made creamy pumpkin soup and garlic roasted bread. I finished my bowl, took one last bite of bread, and wished my mom a good night then headed back to my room.

I pulled my ‘I taught your boyfriend that thing you like’ and boxers on and decided to finish the mythology reading instead of going back to run my blog. I sat the timer at 2 hours and start reading the Greek myths. Two hours later my timer start to ring and I felt a lot better about myself. And I really enjoyed reading it. It’s like paranormal short stories, with weird character names and dumb heroes. Seriously, who would rather be a tree than be with the super hot Apollo -Greek god of poetry and music- who’s desperately in love with you? Way to go Daphne. I switch off the lights and drift into sleep.

I opened my eyes and looked at the figure standing at the end of my bed. I sat up to get a better look. I looked at the shoulder length glossy black hair. For a moment I thought it was a female then I had a good look at its arms and figured out it’s a male. His arms were huge and sculptured. I can see his muscles rippling through his tight t-shirt as he moved closer, and kneels by my bed. Oh joy of joys I think Apollo gave up on his girlfriend and came to be with me “I’m Eric,” Or not.

 “I’m Sam,” I beamed up at him.

“I know your name,”

Cool”

 He frowned “I’m a complete stranger who’s standing by your bed In the middle of the night, why aren’t you freaking out?”  He shook his head disapprovingly

“I’m used to it,”

“What? Used to what? I watched you for the past few months and all you did at night was sleeping,”

I shrugged.

 “Seriously, what did you mean by used to it”

“Oh, you know… I kind of have crazy dreams. This is actually as normal as it can get”

“Sam, honey…” he trailed off and I smiled sweetly at him. I am honey now. It feels good to be called names like that and the fact that he is so damn attractive is not helping me to get a grip. He moved closer, took my hand. His skin was smooth like velvet. I looked at our hands. His thumb was caressing my knuckles gently. My eyelids fluttered, I started to melt. Then he broke the spell by clearing his throat “look Sam, promise me you won’t scream no matter what.  And what I tell you stays between us” I looked him in the eyes; they were a very dark shade of blue with little golden flakes. they look like a clear night sky with million little stars. Man up Samantha. Stop gaping at the man. I swallowed then nodded. “I’m not here to hurt you, but…” he closed his eyes, his long dark eyelashes touched his cheeks “this is not a dream.” He told me. I say nothing.

He reaches for my other hand, gets into his feet and pulls me. I shiver as I leave my warm bed. He stares at me at arm length “Interesting choice of clothes” He freed my hands and chuckled then he reached out for my cardigan on the desk and handed it to me. I took it from him and put it on immediately. I stepped closer to him. He’s tall; I have to hold my head up to gaze into his eyes “It’s not a dream” he repeated.

 “I’m the daughter of Satan” I said

“Sam, I’m serious.”

“So am I. Things like that happens only in dreams,”

“What can I do to make you believe me?”

“Hit me”

He looked surprised and shook his head “I can’t hit a woman”

“Did you just call me a woman? I can’t believe you just said that. Don’t be sexist, you can’t be that Igno-” He pinched my thigh “Ouch, Savage! That hurts”

“If I were human you’d give me a headache.  Humans can be very annoying!”

“Ha-ha. And what are you an angel?”  It was the only thing that came into my mind. Too cute to be an alien, He’s too warm to be a vampire. What the fudge is wrong with me. He’s neither one of those. Sups do not exist.

“Hmm, close enough,” Wait what?

“You can’t be serious. I can’t believe I’m discussing this with you. How do I know you’re real?” he pinched me again and this time I screamed too loudly. Son of a-

My mum must’ve heard me and in seconds she was trying to open my room’s door. Eric looked relaxed he gestured to the door and said “Open it!”

“How do I explain the presence of a hottie in my room?”

He raised his eyebrows, trying to hide his amusement “Hottie?” his face failed him and I saw his smile as he was fading and in a blink of an eye he was gone.

I opened the door and blamed it on a spider. Once I said goodnight to my mother and locked the door he was back.

“So, where were we?” he tapped his lips with his index finger and looked at the ceiling. The way you fake  thinking on a test so the teacher would get away from you so you can cheat. “Ah, yes. Hottie,” The bastard.

“No. what are you? And how the F did you just vanish? And can I do that too? Will you teach me?”

“Okay, okay.” He calmed me “We’ll take it slowly. One at a time,”

“What are you?”

“I’m inbetweener, half human half angel. Too good for earth. not good enough for heaven. So we live in a place between the two”

“What do you mean by ‘We’? There’s a lot of. Um… creatures like you?”

“Couple of thousands, don’t call me creature! It sounds weird.”

“Says the six-pack who just told me he’s half an angel.”

He opened his mouth in mock chock “That’s what I am to you? A Six-pack? You wound me Sam”

“Eric, what do you want from me?”

“You’re my human,”

A bubble of laughter began to rise in my throat. This is ridiculous

 “I’m your human slave? Or you’re my guardian angel?”

“No, no” he didn’t elaborate more

“Enlighten me” I raised one eyebrow.

“In order to stay for long time periods in this planet we need to find a way to get a resource for energy, it can be transmitted to us in our human’s dreams.”

“I’m your charger?” I smirked at him

“You can put it that way”

“So you’re the reason why I get crazy dreams? You were hanging in there all this time? I’ve never saw you.”

He shook his head “No, those dreams happen only because I watch you sleep. My halo is like a dream magnet”

“I see neither a halo nor an aura”

“We switch it off to blend in with humans, dummy,” he said it like I was supposed to know it. I scowl at him.

Duh” I said sarcasm dripping from those 3 letters.

“In my universe we connect with those who come to earth trough their human’s dreams. We have the ability to send visions.” He explained.

“But you said you’ve never been in my head” this is a mind fuck.

“Yes, but my presence in your room can give your head a vision signal”

“Why the fuck would half angels send me a vision about people in weird anime costumes having hot animal sex?”

“Damn,” He chuckled “Calvin and his sence of humor" he sobered then his expression grew serious

“You were kidding when you said you’re Satan’s daughter, right”

“Satan exists too?” I asked in surprise.

“You have no idea. Do you?” He patted my head.

Forget what I said about hotness and yumminess. He is annoying.

I glanced up at the clock, It’s 5am. If I go back to sleep I know I wouldn’t wake up till noon. I decided to turn on my computer instead. I climbed back to my bed and opened my laptop. Eric sat beside me. “That was not the way I thought you’d react to me” I decided to ignore him and log into my Tumblr account. “So?” he asked. I looked at him “So?” I repeated

“You’re not going to tell me what you’re thinking?”

“Excuse me, but if you were a good stalker you would know that I need at least two hours after I wake up to think,” I reblogged a picture of some random cute boy “Plus, you told me you were an angel at 4am. I hate 4ams they should be banned and replaced with something like 10am” I stopped and reblogged the picture of tumblr’s creator. You should always reblog the creator when he appears. “If you came here at 10am and didn’t pinch my thigh too hard I might’ve liked you better” I followed back a blog “btw. If I get a blue mark on my thigh you owe me a box of chocolate”

“I’m sorry, how about I go get you chocolate right now and you listen to what I have to say when I get back?” I looked up and grinned at him.

“Deal”

He stood up and pointed his index finger to the direction of the closet. In a second I thought he was asking me to get dressed. Then the tip of his finger light up like a firefly. He used it as a pen made of light and drew a weird looking star with the infinity symbol inside it. Then a hole appeared. Whoa! I closed my laptop and got up to get a closer look inside the hole. It’s a supermarket. I looked up at Eric, He was gazing at me

 “This is so cool” I said not quite believing my eyes “I’m switching to the mode invisible for everyone but you. You should be able to watch through the portal, I opened it on the candy section on purpose.” He sounded pleased with himself. “Wait here, I should hold your hand so you can use the portal safely” he warned “I’m planning on using my hands for a more noble purpose” he steps in the hole, he’s in the supermarket. He turns to me and winks, then runs and takes a dozen of candy bars and a box Godiva chocolate” then shuffled back with his hands full. And just like that he’s back in my room with a 3 days’ supply of chocolate. And I eat a lot of chocolate a day.

He piled it on my bed “Tada!” he said playfully.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” I mumbled in astonishment.

“I know, right? Portals are cool. If you agree to my offer I’ll give you a key so you can use them”

“You stole chocolate!”

“I pleased my human!” He raised his eyebrows at me “plus, our laws are different from yours.” he defended himself. I shook my head and taook a Twix anyway. One does not simply say no to chocolate.

“Thanks, I guess.” I smiled as I struggled with my bar’s wrapper “You said something about me being able to open a hole too if I agree to your offer,” I looked at him waiting for an explanation.

“Well…” he said nervously “find a seat first” I sat on my bed and he kneeled in front of me and touched my knee. I shifted into a better position so I could kick him where it hurts if he tries to do something unpleasant.

 “As I told you, in order to stay in earth for a long time I need a source of energy…”

“Which is me.”

“Correct. So if you say yes to my offer I will be able to get in your head and receive visions”

Why do you want to stay here? Does it suck back home?”

“Oh, no, Life there is amazing, air is fresh and clean, and meadows are always green and spring all year long...” I snapped my finger to get him out of whatever unicorns and glitter dimension he was slipping into “Earth to the world of Pokémon. Can you hear me? Over.” He sobered up “Sorry I just miss home.”

“If home is so ‘THE BEST THING EVER OMG’ why did you decide to come and stay in plain ole earth” he literally glared at me. The same glare my baby sitter used to give me when I give her the Nazi salute. That woman wasn’t cool at all with her resemblance to Hitler. Okay so, criticizing his poké-land was off limit.

“I wish it was my choice Sam, the elders sent me here to find out why our last shopping groups don’t come back” he whined

“Shopping groups” I snorted “What do you guys shop from here”

“IPods, clothes…” I narrowed my eyes at him. They must be stealing gas that’s why its price is always up. Or maybe they’re all drug addicts.

“And chocolate,” he admited, ashamed.

“You take chocolate from earth?” I giggled. His head bowed in shame. ”Hey!” I knocked at his skull, he looked up at me “It’s okay, I’m a chocalcoholic too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of”

“It’s different for us; it’s more addictive it makes us high…”  What!  “And I was the one who decided that we need to try it, when you were born I’ve been told that you were my human, I came every once in a while to check on you, and you were always eating it and-“

 “It’s okay, really, it’s not your fault” I smiled at him. He reached out and hugged me. Whoa. I hugged him back “please agree” He whispered into my hair. I pulled back.

“And what do I get from this?”

“The teleportation key, a power and lots of chocolate” umm I narrowed my eyes while trying to absorb what he’s saying, it’s 4am after all, my brain was taking a nap while i'm awake.

“Think of it as a job offer, I will pay you, I have money.”

“How much are we talking?”

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