Divinity + Narry [discontinued]

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an·gel·ic
anˈjelik/
adjective
(of a person) exceptionally beautiful, innocent, or kind.

Niall was somewhat of a word junkie. He always had some kind of dictionary on him no matter where he went. Whether it was through the Merriam-Webster app on his phone, or whether it was an actual physical copy of the book, there was never a time Niall was without it. He didn't understand why he loved words so much; maybe it was because he felt like words had his back whenever he ran out of things to say. Which, if he must confess, was quite often.

Especially when it came to green eyed, curly headed gods like Harry Styles. Yes, maybe it was a little excessive to compare Harry to that of a god, but he just couldn't help it. And sometimes (okay, well, oftentimes) he found himself flipping through the thousands of pages in his hand held dictionary just to match the perfect word up to Harry. Because when it came to him, Niall found his tongue twisting like tornado in the sky.

Niall's head was a whirlwind of nerves, a bundle of every and anything floating around in his mind at once. He didn't know what to do or say or how to act when it came to Harry, which was pretty strange seeing as Niall and Harry weren't even friends at all. Honestly, it crushed Niall's heart a tiny bit whenever it was brought up.

Harry had always been around; he'd always been there no matter what. Like, when Niall walked to class, for instance, Harry would be there across the hall, walking the opposite way. Or sometimes Niall would see Harry at lunch because Harry's table that he sat at with his group of friends was right on the other side of Niall's. (He was quite thankful for that 'cause it gives him a wonderful view). Or sometimes Niall would see him on his way home while he waited for his mother to come pick him up in the parking lot. Or at football games when Niall sat towards the back of the bleachers because he loved football a lot but he only had one friend, Evan, who hated it and wouldn't even come to the games with him. But maybe it was okay because Niall got to watch Harry from afar (maybe even a little more than the actual game itself), sitting towards the front of the bleachers because Harry was cool and he was charming and there weren't many people out there that didn't love him.

But it was alright, Niall supposed, because sometimes (and if he was lucky it wasn't just sometimes) Harry would catch Niall's gaze and give him a small yet polite smile, and Niall was pretty sure he'd fall completely in love with Harry one day because his dimples made him feel like he could fly, like he'd grown a pair of impressive wings and he was soaring across the spacious skies.

They barely spoke to each other, though, and Niall could only think about how much of a letdown that actually was. He longed to be that person Harry talked to on a daily basis; someone he could laugh with, someone he could tell any and everything to. But when it came to Harry Styles and everything about him, Niall found himself completely lost. He went right back to square one. But then again, maybe he never left in the first place.

***

There was a word. There was a word that Niall stumbled across while in his bedroom, lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling fan above his head as it spun 'round and 'round and 'round.

He thought of it and once he did he sprang up in his bed, reaching right for his phone (because his backpack where his book was shoved deep inside was way too far (alright it was right beside his bed but his phone was way closer) for his liking), unlocking it and tapping on the dictionary app. With speedy fingers, he typed: a-n-g-e-l-i-c.

Angelic.

He'd been right about the meaning and now there was yet another word to describe Harry Styles added to his list.

And that was how he found himself today.

Niall stared straight ahead of him, tray full of untouched food resting on the table in front of him. His elbows were perched on the edge, chin tucked into his palms, and a light smile ghosting upon his face. Niall could look at this view for hours, days even, and not get tired of it. He felt like his eyes were somehow glued to the scene before him; he just couldn't turn away even if he tried.