She Talks To Angels

“Leave her alone, Liz.” Harry said as he sat up a little straighter just in case he would have to step in.

“Oh come on, Harry. Still protecting her? Her father killed my sister!” Liz argued.

“Exactly!” Charlie finally said as she stood up. “My father did. Not me. I had nothing to do with that damn crash and I'm sick and tired of you people treating me like a murderer. I hate my father as much as you do! Leave me out of it!”

“Well obviously it had something to do with you. Your parents couldn’t stand you so they took to alcohol and drugs. I would too if I had a pathetic excuse of a daughter like you.” Liz smirked.

Harry could sense Charlie’s next move and quickly stood up and stepped between them just as Charlie was about to go after her.

“You fucking bitch!” Charlie screamed, struggling to get out of Harry’s grip to go after her.

“Charlie, enough!”

Harry’s loud and firm voice shocked her into submission. She had never heard him raise his voice to her and it triggered past memories from her father that brought back the same fear she felt back then. He sighed, knowing exactly what she was thinking about because he had been the one to bring her home to his mother so she could nurse her wounds. His tone softened and he let her back away from him despite how much it killed him to see her afraid of him like this.

“Let’s just go, love. Go wait for me in the car.”

Charlie’s breath was getting uneven with emotion and tears threatened to spill over her eyes as she stared back at him for a moment before pushing past them both as she made her way out to his car.

“You better lock that one up too.” Liz snickered, causing Harry to immediately turn around to face her.

“If you come at her like that again I'll arrest you for harassment.” Harry growled.

He grabbed his jacket and asked for the order to be made to go. He paid for the food then walked back out to the car and handed Charlie the shake.

“You can have it. I asked them to put extra whipped cream on it.” He said.

Charlie sniffled and looked at the cup for a moment before slowly taking it and turning to look away from him once more. Harry sighed softly and drove back to his apartment, figuring she would prefer to be here and not at her childhood home which was only filled with bad memories. She didn’t argue as he led her to the third floor and carried her bags inside while she held the food.

Once she saw the apartment she immediately felt like home. It looked like a grown up version of his childhood bedroom. His record collection had grown quite a bit since high school and he still had the old polaroid camera she bought him for his sixteenth birthday along with his guitar in the corner of the room. A soft smile formed on her lips when she saw some old photos of them hung up around the living room. They brought back so many good memories which helped ease her tormented heart and mind.

“Charlie.”

Charlie turned just as Harry snapped a photo of her with the polaroid and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“Sorry. I needed an updated one.” Harry grinned.

“You could have waited until I didn’t look like such a mess.” She laughed weakly.

“You don't look like a mess. You look beautiful.” He said softly.

Charlie watched as he set the camera and photo down before walking over to her. He slowly brought his hand to her cheek and lightly wiped away the tear stains. He watched as her eyes closed and she tilted her head into his calming touch, only to open them again as he started leaning in. At the last second she turned her head so his lips touched her cheek. He sighed softly but let his lips linger there for a moment anyway.

“I can't…” Charlie whispered.

“I know. It’s okay.”

Harry moved his lips to her forehead and wrapped her up in his arms once more.

“I'm sorry for yelling earlier. I just needed you to listen to me before you caused trouble.” He said.

“That bitch started it.” Charlie mumbled as she snuggled into his chest for a moment.

“I know, but you would have been at fault if you hit her like you were going to. The last thing you need right now is to get arrested for assault.”

Harry chuckled as Charlie just let out a groan and commented that it would have been worth it. Although that was true, he couldn't protect her if she was arrested so he had to keep her out of trouble.

“Let’s go eat. I know you're dying for those fries.” He smirked.

Charlie looked up at him with furrowed brows then suddenly ducked under his arm and ran to the kitchen to get her food.

“They’re mine!” she yelled, making him crack up laughing.

“You're such a dork.” He teased. “I'm going to change.”

While Harry got out of his uniform Charlie made herself at home and plopped herself down on his couch, immediately taking control of the tv. When Harry returned with his food he was wearing sweatpants and an old band tee which Charlie immediately recognized.

“How do you still have this?” She asked as she poked his skin through one of the holes. “It had three holes the last time I saw you wearing it and now it has six.”

“I like it. Leave me alone.” Harry chuckled and playfully swatted her hand away.

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him then turned her attention back to the tv as she put on her favorite show, Supernatural.

“You still watch this?” Harry asked.

“Duh. Jensen Ackles is a hunk.” Charlie said as she shoved some fries in her mouth.

Harry playfully rolled his eyes.

“He's also twenty years older than you.”

“So? He's still hot.” Charlie shrugged.

“This show is so inaccurate with angels. They don't carry “angel blades” or whatever. They use swords or bows. They do get the enochian right though.”

“Alright mister angel expert.” Charlie mocked as she shook her head. “It's still a good show… and since when do you know so much about the language of angels?”

“I looked into it in college.” He shrugged.

Charlie furrowed her brows, but decided to leave it be because she didn’t want to get into an argument about a tv show with him right now. Eventually they just caught up and Charlie ended up falling asleep leaning against Harry. He sat there and held her for a little while, feeling happy to see her again after years of not hearing anything from her. He wished he could just tell her everything, but it was far too dangerous for her to know about him. Especially now.

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*Dream*

Rain beat down on the windshield far too fast for the wipers to keep up. A seventeen year old Charlie sat in the passenger seat, absolutely terrified as she looked back to see if anyone was following.

“Dad, what was that?” She asked her father. “How did you know where I was? H-His eyes were black. Why were they black?”

“Charlie, look at me! I'll explain everything later but right now I just need you to be quiet so I can focus!”

Charlie was crying and terrified. Her arms still sore from how tightly the man had held onto her just a few minutes before her father had shown up out of nowhere to save her. Just as she was going to ask another question the man suddenly appeared in front of them and the last thing she remembered was her father yelling at her to hold on before there was a sudden bright light and then everything went black.

*End Dream*

Charlie bolted upright and found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom drenched in a cold sweat. It took her a moment to gather her surroundings and realize where she was before she finally calmed down. The dream was one that she had often, but she had no idea what it meant and that terrified her.

“Charls? Everything okay?”

Charlie looked up to see a worried Harry looking back at her as he stood in the doorway.

“Yeah… Just a bad dream.” She said as she pushed her hair out of her face and let out a deep sigh.

“Is it still the same one?” He asked, slowly walking over to sit next to her.

Charlie nodded slightly then moved over and gently tugged his hand so he would lie down with her. She snuggled into his arms like she had done many times before, letting out a soft sigh. She had told Harry about it the first time it happened just after her father died and every time she had a nightmare it seemed to be the same one. It felt so real… almost enough to convince her that it was more like a memory.

“Get some sleep, love. We’ll go visit your mum tomorrow.” He said softly.

He began singing softly, knowing that his voice often lulled her back to sleep. Just as he hoped she soon drifted off but this time he made sure that her dreams remained good. He sighed softly, knowing that the truth would come out sooner than he had hoped but he wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear it...

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