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

Chapter Five: Inattentive Thoughts

 Chapter Five: Inattentive Thoughts

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 Harry’s P.O.V

Walking out into the Kitchen, I felt disoriented and out-of-place.  My eyes were red and tired, my cheeks hollow and skin pale. My hair was a tangled mess, even more unruly then usual and those unkempt curls fell in front of my eyes as I went.

I could still feel a ghost of the heart wrenching pain from the night before. I’d not slept a minute because of it. The pain had taken such precedence that every time my eyes would shut, I’d jolt awake wide eyed and panicked; scared that it could return if I let my guard down.  I honestly could not properly describe such an intense thing, could not speak of it out loud.

 I refused to tell anyone about what had happened. Not even Louis.

Numbly making myself a cup of coffee, I tool several deep breaths in. I would calm down and pretend as if nothing had happened. And Louis, along with everyone else would be none the wiser t what I had been through. But why did that seem so impossible?

It was with this thought that Louis entered the kitchen, his bare feet thudding lightly on the kitchen tiles. He rubbed at his eyes in a way that told me that he was still groggy from having just woken up. He brought his right hand up to run his fingers through his dishevelled brunet hair and licked his dry lips. Upon noticing my presence his blue eyes focused and in an instant those irises became clearer.

 “Harry. What’s wrong?” He said, his voice overflowing with concern as he stepped closer. I felt myself tense up at how easily Louis had been able to tell that something was up and wondered just how awful I must have really looked in that moment. “I don’t know what you mean.” Was my reply, eyes downcast. I winced as my voice came out croaky and unconvincing, and knew that there was no way Louis was going to let this go. 

The Doncaster boy seemed to study me for several more long moments and the air quickly filled with a kind of tense awkward that that I didn’t know how to shake as he did. 

 And then, with his mind apparently made up, Louis stalked across the room and picked up his car keys from where they had been left forgotten on the bench. I followed my roommate’s actions with wary green eyes and as he went into the living room and picked up his jumper from the couch, flinging it over his head, I hesitantly followed him. 

“What’re you doing?” I asked in a small voice, waiting edgily for an answer. Now with his red hoodie successfully on, Louis turned to give me his determined gaze. “We’re going to the hospital.” He said and began to walk towards the door. My face remained blank. “But I’m-”

Louis abruptly spun around, his face livid as he glared at me. “If you say that you’re fine to me one more time Styles, I swear-” My eyes widened at his anger and I swallowed dryly before forcing my unsteady legs to carry me forward. “Alright, I’ll go. But there really isn’t anything wrong.” I said, walking towards my older friend as he pulled back the plain door and held it open for me. I didn’t even bother getting a jacket; I was far too distracted to feel the cold.

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 Tammy’s P.O.V 

 “Hi, I’m Tammy! You probably don’t remember me but we were really close when we were little and I just needed to tell you-” My smile faltered and I sighed deeply as I ran a pale hand through my frizzed blond hair. Why couldn’t I get this right?

 “Hey Harry. Look, can we talk in private? There’s this thing that we need to talk about, and, well. I-” I groaned and put my head in my hands with absolute resignation. This shouldn’t be so difficult.