:let's out a big sigh:
well guys, this is it. The end of story of an angel.
I'm really happy I did this, I feel really at peace right now. Everything worked out better then I thought. The puzzle pieces all came together and the end result has turned out great.
I want to thank everybody who had read my story, especially the ones who reviewed!
I love you guys so much!
Enjoy,

Angel PoV

I was standing in front of the fireplace. I looked at pictures hanging above. Nick, Kevin and Joe as children. Riding bikes and smiling at the camera, visibly missing teeth. There were photos of their little brother Frankie and a few of their parents.
I stared at each and everyone of them, not knowing the stories behind them. I thought about the pictures that always used to hang above the fireplace at the other house. Pictures of Stephen and me. Mom and Dad.
I knew all of them had been shredded to pieces, their frames shattered and thrown away, but I still got the memories.
Today was the day. My brother's big day, witch they had been rehearsing for for weeks.
It was about 6:30 am. I usually woke up early. Not from nightmares, not anymore. I guess I was an early bird. Maybe it was the habit of getting out of bed early to get all my tasks done.
I kept staring at the frames with family pictures. I noticed an empty spot in the middle of them all. I wondered what had been there. Maybe there had never been anything and the spot had just waited to be filled.
I noticed a movement on my left side. I recognized it. Moment's later I was confirmed when Nick's familiar warm voice asked: 'hey, couldn't sleep either?'
I turned around and nodded. He weakly smiled at me; I could guess why he couldn't sleep.
The CCC's were bothering him; I couldn't say I could blame him. He had always wanted to perform there. Today, his dream was coming true.
I smiled and he seemed to find some courage in it. 'I love you sis.' He said and hugged me.
I stared at the fabric of his shirt for a moment, before he released me and went to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.
Embraces like this weren't abnormal for me anymore. Although I still treasured all of them. I began to think again.
If my mother hadn't died, who would've said it then? Who would've loved me?

After I had joined Nick for his breakfast, leaving him alone so he could stress a little. That sounds harsh, but I knew he needed to stress a little. When he was on that stage eventually, he'd be perfectly fine.
I went upstairs, to the boy's room and I jumped on Joe's bed. He shot up telling me that heaven was falling down.
I laughed at him and his face when he realized the world was perfectly normal.
'Hey Angel.' He said, yawning. 'What is it?'

I pointed at Nick's song desk; witch gave me another dumbstruck look. I sighed and walked towards the desk and held up Nick's song book.
He understood. 'Oh.' Joe gasped. 'You want to help me with the Macy song!'
That woke him up like a bucket of ice water.
I took the notepad that was always lying on Nick's desk and wrote: what kind of song do you want it to be?
He made a thoughtful expression and answered truthfully: 'I want it to represent what I feel for Macy.'
witch is?
'well...' He started.
After that we spend about 4 hours writing the perfect song for Macy, representing what Joe liked about her.
It turned out really well. I was sure she was going to like it.
After Joe thanked me for like 2000 times, I finally got to my room. I walked to my desk, wanting to grab my usual notebook.
Underneath it was my brown journal. I picked it up and looked at it.
It contained my previous life, or at least, what previously had happened to me. My father, my mother, Stephen. Everything.
I knew I hadn't belonged there. Neither had Stephen, but then again. Where did I belong?
I looked away from the journal and put it in my backpack for the CCC's. I didn't really know why.
After that I looked at the notepad. The secret song me and Nick wrote for Nick and Stella's duet was in it. Like a lot of other lyrics we'd come up with.
This notepad contained a lot of what had happened here at the Jonas household. They had embraced me and thought of me as one of them.
I highly doubted I was. I knew I was different from this happy, bubbly family. Still, they liked me. Loved me. I knew that, I loved every single part of it.
I fitted here. Like I had fitted in the life I had before mom died. Where did I fit?

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Here we were, at this years CCC stadium. I saw hundreds, maybe thousands of fans standing outside. Waiting to get in.
A few spotted the limo and tried to see who was in it. They shouldn't have worried. It was just me, Macy and mom. Heading towards the artist's entrance.
My brothers, Stella and dad had gone ahead of us. I really hoped Stella was going to do well, she had been very nervous when she and Macy had knocked on our door. Still, not nervous enough to forget me. She had given me the most amazing outfit ever. A dark green dress, fitting me perfectly. Reaching till just above my knees. The color made my eyes stand out even more.
Around my neck hung a beautiful, but simple silver necklace with a beautiful emerald in it.
My arms were bare, but I didn't care. People could see my scars, they were there, they were part of me. I didn't care. Not anymore.
We exited the limo at the back of the stadium. Naturally, the boys and Stella were waiting for us.
I hugged Nick, half comforting half greeting him. I could feel he was tense. Always the serious one.
I saw Joe lift up Macy, spinning her around. Their dark hair flying around. I giggled.
After Joe put Macy down, she hugged Stella. I figured Stella probably had quite some stress too.
I wasn't worried; they were going to be great. This was Nick's dream after all. Nothing could go wrong at his dreams.
We all went inside, backstage where we, together with all of the other artists, would be waiting.
Stella's hands were being held down by Joe, because she was trying to bite her nails. Nick was passing by every few seconds. Pacing.
Kevin was quite relaxed, just like mom. They knew this was going to be okay.

'WELCOME LADIES AND GENTELMAN! TO THIS YEARS CELEBRIRY CHARITY CONCERT!!!' the CCC host began speaking. 'THIS YEAR THE MONEY WILL GO TO ORPHONAGES ALL OVER THE COUNTRY!'
I felt all eyes lock on me. A grin spread over my face. This was a nice surprise.
'WE'LL START OFF WITH YOURS ONLY; LILY ALLEN!' The host yelled in the microphone.

One performer after the other went on stage, everything went smoothly. Stella and Nick got more nervous by the minute. Right now I was hugging Nick. Comforting him, while trying to get him to stay on his seat. Then, finally;
'AND NOW, THE CCC PRESENTS WITH PRIDE; THE JONAS BROTHERSSS!'

All of the said Jonas Brothers jumped to action immediately, running towards the stage entrance. Kevin grabbing his guitar on the way.
'omg, omg, omg omg…' I heard Stella chanting. I walked over to her and sat in between her and Macy.
I patted her arm in comfort, telling her it would all be okay. She shot me a thankful look as the begin tune of Much Better started.
It was the slow song, after this would come World War III to really get the crowd rocking. Nick had made an excellent choice.
Both of the songs went perfect and the crowd was going crazy. They were chanting for more when my brothers went off stage, back to us.
I heard the host tell them that there was going to be more where that came from, but I wasn't really paying attention.
In fact I was hugging a very pleased Kevin. 'That. Was. Awesome.' He said.
'absolutely.' Joe agreed. Nick was just staring off in space.
I wasn't going to be the one to remind him that the most important song was yet to come. Although I did remind a certain Jonas Brother of a certain thing he had to do.
I poked Joe in his side. He jumped slightly and turned around.
'What?!' came my surprised response. I shot him a look, trying to get him to understand. This was the perfect time to sing the Macy song. In between his performance and his little brother's one.
I pointed at Macy and he seemed to understand.
He walked up to her and asked her something. After that they disappeared.
The moment of truth, at least for Stella, came nearer and nearer. Not only she, but also Nick was eating up his fingernails.
'wait!' Stella suddenly exclaimed. 'Where's Macy, she can't miss this. O god!' She shrieked.
'Come on! Go find her then, there still is a little time.' Nick urged her and she quickly made her way towards a door.
I looked up at Nick and smiled comforting. He smiled back, hugging me tighter. I didn't worry about anything, this was their night. Right?

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Joe PoV

Angel had been right, as usual. Macy loved the song. She thought it had been 'fabletastic!' Her words, but hey, her song, right?
Although I didn't think she liked the song as much as she liked me right now.
Because, right now, she was kissing me. On my lips, right here, right now. Man, wasn't it fantastic. Her body pressed against mine, her hands in my hair.
'Macy? Joe?' I heard someone yell. I thought I recognized the voice, but I didn't really mind right now.
'MACE? JOE?!' I heard the voice, Stella? Yell again. 'Where are you, we're going to start in a few seconds!' I cursed inside my head.
I broke the kiss and rested my forehead against Macies.
'There you are!' Stella's voice said, relieved. I looked up and saw my best friend freaking out.
'yeah, we're coming.' I said. 'We wouldn't want to miss it!' I smiled my trademark 'Joe' smile at her, but it didn't seem to work.
'Come on Stells, we'll be there, it's going to be okay!' Macy told Stella.
'Oh, god. I don't want this, I really don't want this.' Stella panicked.
'what do you mean?' I asked confused, exchanging a look with Macy.
'I don't like stages, I don't want to do this, but I can't quit now. I can't quit Nick!' She said, looking really afraid. 'I'm way better behind the stage.' She whispered.
'Aww, Stells!' I said, walking towards her and putting a comforting arm around her shaking shoulders, while Macy grabbed her hands.
'You can do this, Nick's counting on you. You're Stella Malone remember. You can do anything, even if you don't want to!' I encouraged her.
'Thanks.' She whispered and turned around and walking back.
We shouldn't have let her do that while she was trembling and in full mode panick attack.
She fell, bad, really bad. She hit her head and then the floor.
She didn't move.
'Stella?' I heard myself yell. 'STELLA?!'

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Angel PoV

'Where is she, it's starting in 30 seconds, WHERE IS SHE!!' Nick panicked. Still holding on to my hand like it was going to safe his life.
They had to go on stage; they had to perform on the CCC's for all those fans.
I felt Nick stiffen when a crew person said: '10 seconds.'
'Angel! What am I going to do? I have to sing a duet. You know the song; you can't sing it on your own!' He said. I've never seen him so flushed before.
I patted his arm. I didn't know what to do either.
'This is it. My dream and I've got nobody to sing with. Angel, this is going to be a disaster!' He whispered.
'Nick? Nick Jonas!' the same crew member yelled. 'You got to go on stage!'
I felt Nick's arms release me and I saw him go. My hands still reached for him. Still trying to help. I saw him walk away, looking down.
He entered the stage, the light. Waving, smiling. I think I was the only one that saw it was fake. He sat down, on the chair. Looking down.
Like he didn't belong on that stage anymore.
I thought. Memories flashed before my eyes. My family, good memories, bad memories. The dream.
They had been there. The three of them. I was missing in the picture.
Pictures. Like the ones on the fireplace.

I heard the begin tunes of the song. I saw Nick move awkwardly. I knew what he was going to say: that his partner couldn't make it and all of that.
I couldn't bear it, I couldn't see it.
The one that had given me back my dreams lost his own most precious dream.
Dreams, like the dreams, my nightmares. He had made them go away. He gave me a second chance. A blank page.
Like the blank spot on the fireplace.
The blank spot, my spot. That was where I belonged. Not with my old family. Not in my old life.
Here, with my new family and friends. With mom and dad, Kevin, Joe, Macy and Stella.
And most importantly, with Nick. That was where I belonged.
I was home, I knew it. I felt it in every nerve of my body.
Without thinking I stepped on stage…

Nick PoV

I sat there, thinking about all the good concerts I had. I mean, that was something right? I was sure everybody would understand why I wouldn't sing.
I just couldn't accept it myself.
This had been my dream, my goal for years.
And then this happened, my dream. Shattered. I would never get to do this over.
I heard the begin tunes of the song and prepared myself to start talking, because the voice that should start singing, never would start singing. Not on this stage.
I was about to disappoint the fans and myself, when I heard, at exactly the right moment, a beautiful voice, singing the song.
The voice sounded like a beautiful bell. Pure, clear and beautiful.

'yeaah.' The voice sung softly. I looked up. There stood Angel. A microphone in her hands.
No way

NO! Bloody way. She hadn't, she couldn't.

She had, for me.

She stood there, mic in her hand. Singing, breaking her silence. Singing for my dream. 'yeah!' Came her voice again.
I just stared at her, amazed. I couldn't believe how pure and good her voice sounded.
' I know this isn't what I wanted' Angel's voice rang.
'I never thought it'd come this far.
Just thinkin' back to where we started.
And how we lost all that we are.'

I was amazed how good this song fitted us. I started singing too. Slowly standing up and walking towards her.
' We were young and times were easy.' I walked up to her, strumming the chords on my guitar. Not looking anywhere but her face.
But I could see it's not the same
I'm standing here but you don't see me
I'd give it all for that to change.'

She did this for me. My precious angel. My sweet little sister, we sang a duet! I couldn't tell you haw happy I was at that specific moment. So I just continued singing

'And I don't want to lose her
Don't wanna let her go!'

Our voices sounded beautiful. Following, asking and answering each other.

'I'm standing out in the rain
I need to know if it's over
Cause I will leave you alone'

Angel sang. It seemed to come straight from her heard. This was our song, our story.

Flooded with all this pain
Knowing that I'll never hold her

Then, we sang together. It was amazing. Our voices fitted together. They sounded as one.

'Like I did, before the storm
before the storm'

Beautiful, the crowd was completely silent. Listening to us. To our story.
The story of an Angel.

With every strike of lightning

Comes a memory that lasts

and not a word is left unspoken
as the thunder starts to crash

Maybe I should give up.

I'm standing out in the rain
I need to know if it's over
Cause I will leave you alone

Flooded with all this pain
Knowing that I'll never hold her
Like I did before the storm

Trying to keep the lights from going out

And the clouds from ripping out my broken heart
We always say,
A heart is not a whole
Without the one who gets you through the storm

Standin' out in the rain
Knowing that it's really over
Please don't leave me alone.
I'm flooded with all this pain,
Knowing that I'll never hold you
Like I did before the storm

Yeah
Like I did before,
The storm.

We ended the song, standing close together, bodies almost touching. Eyes locked. The public went wild, but we didn't notice.
Angel spoke, for the first time ever.
She said: 'just so you know, I love you too; I couldn't let them destroy your dream after you saved mine.' Then she smiled and took my hand, pulling me off the stage.

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There sat mom, tears in her eyes. She shot up; hugging Angel like there was no tomorrow. 'Honey, you're, you've. You talked!' She sobbed.
I saw dad rub his eyes, emotional too.
Behind them sat my brothers, Stella and Macy. Stella had a bandage around her head, but she smiled brightly at me and Angel, who was released by mom.
Like on command we all walked towards each other. Embracing. Not saying a word.
We just hugged.

From that day on, the blank spot on the Jonas fireplace was filled with a picture of six friends, laughing at the camera. A dark haired, green eyed girl in the middle, smiling the brightest of them all.
The spot was filled, never to be erased again. Never to know anything bad happen again.

That Saturday, Frankie Jonas stepped through the front door of the Jonas firehouse.
'Hey! I'm back.' The youngest Jonas yelled. 'Did I miss something?'

Fin