Only Angel [Harry's version] AU

What are you so afraid of?

Who the hell does Georgia think she is? And what makes her think she can have an opinion on me? She doesn't even know the half of me, everything she thinks she knows about me is nothing but a memory. I am no longer that defenseless boy living at the end of the cul de sac.

I was so angry that I didn't even notice I took the wrong turn and ended up at a dead end alleyway. "Fuck me." Just as I was turning around, I am being shoved back into a wall. When I look at the person who pushed me, they wore a grey hoodie and a black ski mask.

Fucking great. The one day I decide to walk to work, I get fucking mugged. So much for starting fresh. "I'll save you the fucking time," I say, collecting myself. "I don't carry cash."

The person whose identity I did not know, chuckles. A low gravely bass in the sound they make, there's only one voice that can make my skin crawl the way it does. "Well look who it is." They say and I wonder whether I should strangle them now or wait. They remove their mask only to confirm my suspicion. "My son."

He places a dirty glove covered hand on my shoulder and I shove him back but this only makes him laugh. "Go fuck yourself." I spit, beginning to walk around him but he moves in my way again and shoves me back.

"Now wait a minute, what's the rush? You late for a meeting with the big man? I'll tell ya, what a dad you got yourself. Certainly you haven't forgotten about your real daddy, have ya?"

Being in his presence and the way he taunted me made me feel like we were back in the cold and dirty basement. The memories quickly came flooding in, the sound, the dark room and the smell was enough to have me hunched over the dirty trash can, throwing up my insides.

He chuckles some more. "I knew you couldn't forget me," I hear his footsteps get close to me, patting my back. "You can't ever forget your partner in crime."

My hand grabs a glass shard that was sitting on top of a trash bag and in a quick motion, I swing it across his face. This makes him fall back and cry out. "Ah, that's right. I forgot," He had blood trickling from his left eyebrow to his chin from where I sliced him. "You always were the fucking weakest. At least Elija had the guts to actually try and kill me. You still are and will always be a big fucking disappointment."

Something in his hand clicks but by the time I look down to realize it's a pocket knife, he slams me against the trash can and jams the blade in my stomach. The pain was sharp and quick before the adrenaline kicks in. I feel him twist the blade before coming close to my ear. "I told you I'd kill you next time I saw you." He yanks the blade out and I hear his footsteps as he runs off.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, my hands desperately clutch at the source of the bleeding as I stumble my way out of the alleyway. Much to my surprise, I see Georgia walking up the sidewalk with two cups of coffee in her hands however when she sees me, she quickly drops them just as I collapse to the floor.

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It's funny how quickly your fight instincts kick in when you're on the verge of death. The way your heart beats a thousand times faster, hoping to pump enough blood in you to keep you alive. The way your breath becomes labored and it feels like water's filling your lungs, almost as if you're drowning.

The pain is the worst once the adrenaline wears off, so much so that it has you begging for morphine at three in the morning. I don't remember much else of that day, my mind kept going back to that basement.

That stupid fucking basement.

I thought I knew what it felt like to die, isn't that what I desperately wanted? But now I've had a taste of death, maybe it's not so bad.