I started picking up the stray tissues that fell off of my bed. I think I might've cried at least 2 tissue boxes worth. I felt like such a baby. Though, when I thought back on it, I should've been crying. I was still crying, yet no tears fell. It was one of those times where you wanted to cry but couldn't.

Or you just cried your tear ducts out.

Sadly, that's most likely.

I didn't think I'd ever want to see Zach again, not after what he did, what he has done. He was my whole life, and now I pushed him out. I had to.

One of the weird things I kept thinking about over and over as the days past was; how did he fake all of the sex?

I clearly remember all of the pleasure he'd made me feel. I recalled his body on mine and the euphoria afterwards. But he lied..how did he make it feel like we were doing it? God, he was sick. Stupid as well. Thick headed, idiotic, dumb as a rock and has the intelligence of a fart particle!

I let out a soft laugh after rubbing my sore, red nose. Why did he do all of that just to make me think we were having sex? Why did he want to keep me? Until now that is..

He must've gotten tired of it. He must've gotten tired of me..

I got myself comfortable and moved the bag of Doritos to my side for convienence as the Doctor Who Theme came on my laptop screen.

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Louis's POV:

The portal started to grow into view a few yards in front of me. I spit out my cigarette down into the bleak grass as the low hum droned louder. There was a giggle that mixed in with it, and I suddenly wanted to hurry into the portal to Earth.

"Hey Demon Boy..where's a devil like you going off to?"

"Where do you think Marsha? Heaven?" I scoffed as I tilted my head to the ground. Marsha's footsteps neared until she was a few feet behind me, but I didn't dare look at her.

She chuckled, and it seemed to be way too close to my ear. I didn't flinch. "Bad boy like you doesn't belong in Heaven.."

I whipped around and shoved her off of me, my eyes narrowing at the sight of her. Her blonde hair curled, lips as red as blood, and cold blue eyes to match. Nothing could've beat the blackness of her leather jacket and dark jeans. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. I was more hungry then I thought.

"Why do you think you and I are down here then huh?" I mumbled and shoved my fists into my pockets. I started turning away, but her voice stopped me. Don't ask me why. I had no time to talk to this siren, I should've ignored her and went on my merry way.

She smiled and took another step closer to me,"Because we're meant to be bad Lou.." She looked me over with a bite of her bottom lip and sighed,"Going back to the brunette?" She winked. I rolled my eyes and started to walk again. As expected, Marsha stopped me. I really needed to shoo her off or either blow her off. "She's weak and vulnerable as she'll ever be..now is as good as time as any to claim her you know.."

"I know!!" I ended up snapping. The lovely blonde siren looked at me in a sort of confused way. I wasn't seething mad, more like ticked, but I let my eyes drift away into their true form of darkness.

"Tch..someone needs to get laid.."

"Shut your god damn mouth Marsha.." I hissed. She--being the cocky bitch she was--smirked as her eyes darkened too, and her hands set on her hips that made any man swoon. I just couldn't fucking stand her sometimes.

"How long has it been? Hmm?"

I avoided her gaze, and instead of just running into the portal like I should've, I let her egg me on. With every step she took I got more angry, but it was like that was what kept me still and paralyzed. I didn't even know why. Maybe I was filled with angst.

"How long has it been since you felt the touch of a young woman..or man...feeling your body..caressing it.." By now i was crazy enough to let Marsha get to kissing distance with me, but my eyes were still downcast. I glanced her eyes that glazed me over like a piece of meat. It was how she looked at all her victims.

She started running her manicured fingers up my chest. She was no nymph, but her fingers shot pleasurable electric shocks through me. Ones I hadn't realized I'd been craving until now.

"It's been long..since someone touched you..felt you...hasn't it?" I only looked up when she did, her chin tilted up to meet my eyes. I found myself struck dumb by her blue pupils. I instantaneously licked my lips as she bit her own. "You miss the touch of lips..soft lips..hot skin against..each other.." She breathed. Her mouth tilted up with her head and nudged my slightly open lips. As soon as they touched I shoved her away again. All I saw around her was black and white, enhanced, but with no color. She almost brought out my true raging self.

Her touch burnt my skin permanently, but my taste had favored another. I ached for human, pure human. Beautiful little Abby.

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I blinked and I had vanished onto a thin platform that had seemibly high altitude. All it took was a look to my left to see where I had ended up on Earth.

Abby was dressed in a cute grey sweater with sweatpants that looked way too big for her. She looked so tiny. I wouldn't dare saying it was cute..I mean I was a demon, possessing a heart of cold and steel.

But it was freaking adorable.

Her hair had been haphazardly pulled up, and she had some kind of red sauce on the corner of her mouth. I wet my lips, smirking when I sensed it was Ragu pizza sauce.

I hid more behind the flowing curtain as she stood on the far edge of the room, fiddling with what seemed to be her closet. After she was done with whatever her task was she turned around and started heading towards her bed that was filled with blankets and small throw pillows, a few tissues laying here and there.

Her face, her expression..it made me feel something I haven't felt in awhile. She looked so tired and worn, so sad. I started frowning myself. Had that idiot human meant that much to her?

I heard her sigh and leaned in a little more to hear, almost unbelieving my un-demon like thoughts swarming my head. She sniffled like a little girl with a cold and wiped the pizza sauce off of her cheek with the tissue. She looked down at her laptop screen and a smile grew across her lips.

I smiled just seeing it, even though it was a dim smile, a weak one. Her soul was as pure as ever, white as snow, and soft as a feather. It radiated off of her as if she was an angel, ironically.

I wet my lips again but ceased the action of baring my fangs when she giggled.

I'd never have heard a more heavenly sound other than when Niall giggled. And he was a fallen angel.

I'd heard a man say,"Geronimo!" from the little screen of her device, and it seemed to make her smile grow wider. I chuckled at how just a little brighter her eyes got.

"Oh Doctor..you Raggedy-Man you..with your shenanigans and what not.." She snickered again.

I leaned forward and glimpsed at what she was watching, curiously tilting my head.

As a fast talking man talked to a red headed girl I suddenly had an idea. I grinned widely and chuckled before snapping my fingers.

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Abby's POV:

When I heard a knock on the door 2 things went through my head:

1. I wondered if I watched DW too much considering I kept thinking it was the Doctor at my door, but how the hell could I tell

2. If it was Zach, I got a bucket full of ice cold Arctic temperature water with his crotch's name on it.

I heard the knocking a 2nd time, so I decided to answer it. I took my appearance into thought, and my mood was "screw it" anyway. So I didn't actually care at that point in time.

I stepped out of my bedroom, into the kitchen, and strolled to the front door. Taking a deep breath, knowing how much of a hag I probably looked like, and ignoring how dry my throat was, I opened the door.

You care about your appearance now that there's a dashing man at your door huh?

And how the hell was I supposed to know I would have attractive company?

Always dress like you're about to meet the Doctor Abby.

Don't mess me up with your sayings brain.

"Oh..my, uh..hello Abby!"

"L..ouis?" I stuttered.

Louis of all people stood in front of my doorway with that dumb and charming smile, wearing some sort of tanktop with a band's name on it. I glanced his exposed and inked skin before looking at the object he held at his side.

"Did...you just wake up?" He asked and chuckled,"Am I interrupting anything?"

"O-oh no..I..uh..was just chilling in my room..come on in," I invited him inside the kitchen and closed the door behind him.

"Thank you. Nice hair.." He winked, which caused me to blush out of embarrassment and tug at the messy ponytail that was barely even up. He chuckled and held the object he was holding out in front of him in my direction. "Uh..I was..uh..you know, walking by and I saw this. I thought you would like it,"

What he had in his hands nearly wiped out all of the dreary dullness in my eyes. He had actually held an adorable red bowtie that was tied around a sonic screwdriver that replicated Matt Smith's.

"Wha..Lou..oh my timelord.." I breathed, uttery in awe. "You just made a geek's dream come true.." He handed it to me as he widely grinned. Probably amused at how awestruck it was. I was used to it. People acted that way around geeks that fangirled a little bit. They'd never understand.

As he spoke through his smile I took the present carefully in my hands as if it was my Melody Pond, in baby form of course.  I pressed a button which made the screwdriver hum in its high pitched way. Louis had troulble holding in his laughter while I had trouble not smiling. "You're welcome..I'm glad you like it so much.."

"Wow.." I glanced Louis sit down on the nearest chair in the kitchen we stood in and admired me as I admired the plastic toy that just lit up and hummed. I untied the bowtie and felt the soft material between my fingers. I was to engrossed wtih the simple gift to notice Louis clearing his throat as he looked around the room. I blushed deeply and set the things down on the counter beside me. I smiled at him,"Thank you Louis..I really appreciate it.."

"Good, I'm happy.." He grinned and rubbed his jaw that was peppered in stubble.

MMmm you love some scruff on a guy Abbs.

You shut your mouth right now.

He did look pretty sexy, and it was nice of him to give me a present in my current state, that would last who knows how long. I tried not to think about that too much, I didn't want to start crying in front of this guy.

"You..know..Abby.."

"..yes?" I said softly. He looked as if he was holding back from whatever he had wanted to say, but he pulled through it with that knock-out smile of his. I bet he could get away with anything if he showed that around.

"Well, I was wondering, since you aren't busy.." He winked. I rolled my eyes at the comment and we both shared a laugh. "Feel free to say no..but, umm..if you wanted to hang out with me? I know it might be weird for you considering that you're still recovering but I figured..what would help you more than letting you have some fun?"

It's a date. Code Red. It is a date.

Well you managed to describe my cheek color at least. I bit my lip and thought, wondering if my "screw it" mood was gonna apply to this. I really wasn't doing anything...

"If you don't want to I completely understand I can just--"

"Sure"

His head snapped back to me from where he was looking away,"What?"

I giggled,"I said sure Louis..just let me get some real clothes on.." I chuckled and waited for him to nod until I could grab the bowtie and screwdriver, and walk out of the kitchen and into my bedroom to rid myself of my geeky shell and go out with the only person I seemed to have known. And he was a stranger a few days ago.

A/N : Sup. I'm so sorry. So so sorry.

There's so much Doctor Who stuff in here I can't handle it.

HAS ANYONE HEARD FIREPROOF. CUZ I HAVE

COME FANGIRL WITH ME ABOUT IT CUZ THEY SOUND LIKE COMPLETE ANGELS FROM THE TOPS OF THE HEAVENLY CHOIR OF BEAUTIFULNESS