Tears of an Angel (One Direction/Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: Recollection

A/N: Well guys, I've continued. I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who commented, voted or added the to their reading list. You'rethe reason this next chapter exists. I hope it's alright…

Chapter Two: Recollection

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Harry's P.O.V

"Harry!"

I groaned and turned over, burying my face into the warm pillow beneath my head. It was soft and comforting beneath my cold finger tips and I clutched the corner of the encasing white fabric tight.

"Harry!"

I scrunched my eyes up tighter, fighting against consciousness as it slowly came to me and desperately clinging to the simple bliss of sleep.

"Harry Edward Styles."

With a frustrated sigh, I threw back the covers and sat up, running a hand through the mess of curls that was my natural brown hair. A scowl was quick to form on my face as I resignedly admitted to myself that I was in-fact, awake.

Just five minutes. Just for another five minutes I wanted to be able to sleep in. Was that to much to ask for? Why did I even need to get up? I hadn't thought that we were even doing anything until later. But then again, I hadn't exactly bothered to ask.

"H-"

"I'm awake, Boo-Bear!"

I ground out those four words, still at a loss as to why Louis felt that I needed to leave my comfortable bed with such an urgency. Slowly managing to get myself into a sitting position, my tired eyes blinked drowsily and I brought both of my already cold hands to rub over them in a practiced way. Stretching those same pale palms upwards I reached skywards and inclined my head to the side to get rid of the stiffness there. That was as far as I managed to get before my flatmate interrupted my groggy intentions once more.

"Liam texted me to remind the two of us that we don't have the day off like we thought he did two days ago." It sounded to me as if Louis might be reading directly from the text sent by our Wolverhampton bandmate. Louis paused for a moment as he finished speaking, as if waiting for a reply from me. When I didn't give one, he continued.

"So be quick, we've got stuff to do today Harry! The first interview is in two hours and we've got to be at the studio in twenty minutes. Not to mention that I haven't even had breakfast yet, and-"

Louis' voice continuously floated through the closed wood of the faded door to my bedroom as he talked on, completely oblivious (or perhaps actually completely aware and just uncaring) to the fact that I was only half listening.

I sighed.

I wouldn't change my life for anything, but that doesn't mean that I didn't miss the days back in Holmes Chapel when I used to be able to sleep in. It seemed like their was something to do every moment when you were in One Direction. I suppose, at least being constantly busy made life interesting. Come to think of it, could my life possibly be more interesting if I forced it? At only eighteen I was in One Direction, a famous boy band. Had gained what were effectively four new brothers since creating the band and it was fairly safe to say that I wasn't about to go broke anytime soon.

"-and you know that managements already on our arse about that. I mean, it wasn't even that bad; just a bit of well-meaning banter. Who's fault was it that the car broke anyway, right? It's not like I exactly had a go at it with a crow bar for goodness sa- What am I saying? This is completely off topic. Are you out of that bed yet? The first interview is in-"

"God, stop. You're starting to sound like Liam." I groaned, knowing that would annoy Lou. He hated the idea of being serious about anything really. It had taken the Doncaster boy such a long time to get Liam to loosen up as it were.