Chapter one.

Do you believe in angels?

I watched, as she became more and more frustrated. She scrunched her eyes up, muttering and cussing under her breath. I walked over to her and swiftly closed the tiny clasp on her necklace. She smiled at me in the mirror, it knocked the breath out of me.

I left my hands on her slight shoulders, breathing in the scent of her hair as she took the rubber band out and let it fall around her, loose curls of ebony hair that sat perfectly past her chest.

I sighed as she reached for the small bag containing cosmetics she didn't need. Lying back on her bed, I stared up at the ceiling. It was covered in posters of her favourite bands, actors and actresses. I knew each face and each name, off by heart.

She tried on vast amounts of mascara, applying it scarcely over her long eyelashes that fluttered over her strange, but beautiful, Grey eyes. They were filled with so much meaning and life.

She swept her hair back and looked at herself in the mirror, then let it fall again and I gaped as it cascaded its way back down the curves of her well developed chest. She repeated this several times as if to torture me, finally, deciding to leave it down.

The most beautiful sound escaped her perfect, full lips. She was humming, a familiar tune, I closed my eyes and listened as she set about looking for something.

She turned toward the bed I lay on, my feet hanging off the edge, she shook her head and made her way over, still humming aimlessly. I shivered at the temperature of her hand as it brushed over my naked back, almost as if she new exactly what she was doing, she giggled, breaking from tune. It was even more lovely then her humming.

Her hand came back out and she shook her hairbrush, as if to scold me. My grin spread across my face as her eyes danced with amusement. She strode gracefully back to the dressing table and placed the brush back next to her very few hair products.

She screamed beautiful, every centimetre of her five foot six inches, mesmerizing. My patience was wearing thin. I wanted to call her mine. I wanted to give her everything she could possible dream of. I wanted her to know, without her, I'd be nothing.

But, most of all. I wanted to tell her how much I love her and hear her say it back in her sweet voice that she did now. With one slight difference. I wanted her to mean it like I did.

"Quil?" The angels voice flooded my thoughts. Her icy hand rested lightly on my chest and her stunning features burned into me. My desire to kiss her growing stronger by the minute.

The love of my life,
My best friend,
The reason I exist,
My angel.

Claire,
Claire Young. Held my world in her two tiny hands,
and she didn't even know it.