A/N: Hi guys! I'm actually so thrilled about this, because I actually got this idea in November 2013 and had it in my phone notes since then. Can you believe that? Two years ago, but I never picked up on it. I liked the inspiration rolled off from this, so it's kind of special to me, also because I haven't tried anything like this yet, so I hope you guys enjoy. I still love to read the reviews on some of my old stories, and they always make a writer feel amazing. Hence, you guys are amazing.

P.S You do not have to be Christian to read this nor am I forcing you to be like this sort of religion. I consider myself to be more spiritual than religious.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

That's the question, isn't it?

I. Intro

The door was pushed open slowly by a tall blond, taking off his shoes in the doorway the same time he reached over to switch on the dim light of the hallway. The shoes joined the other pile of shoes, the door closing and locked behind him before he walked into the room of which was his bedroom. It was small room, relevant to the size of the dark apartment he resided in.

He closed the bedroom door as soon as he stepped in and the first thing he does is crawl onto the mattress on his floor. He sighed tiredly as he pressed his face against his pillow, hugging the covers to him with his eyes closed. The sound of a car or two driving down the road was heard from the window. The sound was died until it was quiet again. The sun was nearly gone, and it was just twilight outside.

It's been several months-more than half a year since the accident.

It was a cold January day, rainy, and Austin was at home playing around with chords on his guitar. His parents went for a drive to the store and he didn't think anything would happen. Later that day, he got a visit from the police and was reported to that his parents, Mike and Mimi Moon, died in a car accident.

Since then, Austin wasn't himself anymore.

The passion his friends knew he had for music was set on a back shelf. A real smile was barely seen. His said friends weren't really around anymore. Austin wasn't really familiar with his relatives, and his grandparents lived too far away. He used the money left from his parents for him to find his own apartment and live in it.

Austin Moon's life felt like a hole he was too tired to get out of- so he stayed in it.

The boy heard a chime, making his eyes open halfway. He looked around the empty, sparsely decorated room. Then, he sat up and walked up from the bed to change into a white wifebeater and black sweatpants. He went out of his bedroom, messing with his hair till he made it to the kitchen.

Light poured onto the floor when Austin opened the fridge, pulling out a water bottle and a box of leftovers from Panda Express. Setting it onto the two chaired breakfast table, Austin took a seat and began to eat his dinner.

Austin's dinner was interrupted when his doorbell rang. He was still chewing when he got up and went to the doorway, opening the front door. He blinked at the appearance of the very old lady standing there with a tender smile.

"Young man, would you like this brochure for our church event this week? It's a charity event and donations are available and appreciated." She started.

"Ah…" His eyes flickered to her eager ones. He was more intent to decline, but it was hard from the earnest look she had. He breathed out, a small smile etched on. "Sure." He took the brochure and she grinned like he did something heroic.

"That's great. Thank you. God bless, Austin." She said and turned to walk down the hall with her cane. Austin raised his eyebrows, wondering how she knew his name. He's never seen her before, regardless of his anti-socialness in the building. He peeked his head out in the hallway to make sure she was making her way okay down the hall, but it was empty.

Wha..? Maybe he missed the sound of a door opening and closing and she was a neighbor. Or at least a visiting relative of a neighbor.

He closed the door, looking down at the brochure, flipping it around.

"Sorry ma'am…" He breathed out, shaking his head lightly. "I don't have intentions in going anywhere." He placed it on the counter as he ambled back to the kitchen to finish his food. After, he cleaned the dishes. When he turned the water off in the sink, he stood there, listening to the silence of his apartment.

After drying his hands with the towel by the oven, Austin headed to the restroom to wash up. He paused by the counter, where the brochure was lying. There was a thought bubble and question mark on it; The bubble had a question.

How many angels dance on the tip of a pin?

Austin stared. His hand was reaching out to it but stopped himself. Curiosity was for the old Austin. He shook his head and continued walking.

8:04pm

He laid sprawled onto the bed, mute. He peeked beyond him to the window on the wall where he could see the night sky. The twinkling stars caught his attention. "So pretty…" He closed his eyes, ready to fall into an endless slumber.

As time went by, another chime went by his ear. It wasn't loud enough to wake him, but enough to acknowledge, something ephemeral. Something that spread a twinkle through the beatdown room. He imagined a fairy by him, and his breathing soon fell in even peaceful rhythms.

Austin woke up from the dawn light, looking hazily through half slit eyes. He must still be in a dream state. Big chocolate eyes gazed back into his. She had soft looking beautiful brown hair that fell in waves past her shoulders and a milky white complexion that glowed. When she noticed that he opened his eyes, she smiled, her eyes looking like upside down smiles themselves.

"Mm… so beautiful," He murmured and rested his eyes closed again. Two seconds.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"Austin, Austin! It's okay! Calm down!" A small high pitched voice called when Austin jumped up and fell off the mattress, his heartbeat erratic. It was coming from the mattress, specifically his pillow.

"What? I? Wha-?" He looked around the room to see if it was coming from anywhere else. It couldn't have been the voice he was ignoring on his bed.

Austin paused, getting another good look at the tiny thing. She was literally small, like a tinkerbell standing upon the pillow his head was on. For some reason, the urge to freak out diminished. Instead, a strange wave of serenity and calmness washed over him at her presence. He furrowed his eyebrows together in puzzlement and curiosity. He slowly approached the mattress again, kneeling down.

The tiny girl wore a white cotton dress, and a simple smile that could shoot cute arrows through his heart. She folded her hands behind her back almost in a shy gesture as Austin gazed at her. "Who are… what are you…?" He started in a careful, low voice.

She grinned up at him, daintily holding up the sides of her dress as she curtseyed. "Hello. I'm Ally." She said in a soothing voice. "I'm your angel."

"My…?" His eyes grew big. Ally pressed her lips together and nodded. He noticed his heartbeat had steadied already, calm. "You're… tiny." Austin guessed she was no bigger than his hand, accepting the funny dream he's having.

She giggled and he was baffled by how cute it was. She nodded, gesturing for arm for him to lend her his hand. He lowered his hand so she climbed onto and he raised his eyebrows at the feeling of her tiny feet on the palm of his hand and that she was so light.

"If you're an angel… why can't you fly? Not to be rude."

Ally's eyes lowered, as if she was geared up for that question, and was turning so she had her back to Austin. Then, wind fluttered around her back, making her hair waver and a faint outline of wings re-appeared and faded as quickly as it did. "I'm only a guiding angel. I'll get my real wings someday." She finished thoughtfully, turning back to him.

"Oh… this is a dream." He decided. It must've been the leftovers. He lifted his hand higher to examine her. "Why are you here?"

"For you." The angel answered. "I was sent to you to help you get your life back together."

"I don't need help." Austin replied, glancing to the side.

"It's okay."

At her reply, he looked back at her, slightly apprehensive before the anxiety went away again. "Okay… I'll pretend this isn't a dream for a moment." He slid down onto the bed and crossed his legs. The ironic smile was hinted on his face. What would God be doing sending him an angel after this long? He was doing his fine. His mother. His father… he didn't need to worry about something that's already happened.

Ally watched him warily for a second before exhaling. "God knows you, Austin."

The words make something shift in Austin. Something feeling different. He wasn't much of a believer before, but when an angel tells you that herself, it starts something. Ally didn't say anything more but looked up at him to meet his eyes. Austin felt everything that needed to be said through the eye contact. His muscles relaxed and he lowered his eyes feeling melancholy when he knew what she was conveying.

His past few months rolling through his head came to a fading stop when something soft touched his palm. Ally put her tiny hands onto his fingers, and even though it was the smallest touch he's received in his life, he's never felt so comforted. Ally kept his eyes linked with hers and gave him a small smile.

Austin finally smiled weakly at this and lifted his hand a little more. "So you really can't fly?" He murmured, deciding to humor this dream a little more. At least as far as he's convincing himself.

"Only full angels can. That's why I'm this size. I can hover a little though." Transparent and faintly pink wings appeared and fluttered, lifting Ally no more than an inch off his palm. She came back down soon after, seeming exhausted. "When I become a full angel, my wings will be big and beautiful."

Austin smiled a little at her, tilting his head.

A knock came on his front door and Ally and him look at each other. Austin stood up, going to the door.