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

Chapter Six: Uncomfortable couches, Uncomfortable dreams

Chapter Six: Uncomfortable couches, Uncomfortable dreams

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Tammy’s P.O.V

The empty, aged swing beside me swung back and forth eerily with the breeze. That same cool wind brushed over my warm cheeks. I could hear the leaves in the high trees being rustled together with that very same currant of air. My feet only just touched the ground, sitting on the high swing. I gently pushed myself back and forth, dirtied shoes never quite leaving the grass beneath. All around me was quite, not silence though; because that was something else. If it were silent that would infer that there was no sound. But that was far from the case, what with the temperate breeze, the slight creak of both the unoiled swing I inhabited and the slightly rusted one beside. The gentle scuff of my flats on bright grass and my slight exhales, lost in the vast surround. 

I knew the crumpling leaves in the tall tree nearby well, and the short blades of grass I recalled the feeling of walking through. The blue sky, so clear above me. I had spent hours gazing up at it in the past. And the golden sun, currently hidden behind a few passing white clouds as it was. The swing-set however, was new. I had not remembered it being here. I had remembered there being a school yard nearby though. And there should have been children playing tag in the distance, aged roughly seven to thirteen.

But despite the fact that several things had been swapped, changed and rearranged. It was still the same scene. If all of the things around weren’t enough then the big tree a few feet away was. It was The Big Tree. I’d recognise it anywhere.

The sound of a second creak startled me from my memorabilia.

I turned to the other swing and my eyes widened immediately. A small exclamation of shock bumbled from my lips and I stared in surprise at the curly haired boy beside me.  

 “Harry?” I questioned, my startlement fading as I took in the presence of just who was adjacent to me. My words received no acknowledgement though and my sudden joy at seeing Harry was almost completely diminished as the seconds ticked by and he continued to act as if I were invisible.

“Harry, are you okay?” This time I got up from the swing while I spoke and moved to stand in front of my friend, placing a wary hand down onto his left shoulder. This finally warranted a reaction from the older boy, and with it I almost wish I hadn’t wanted to receive one. The moment we came into contact Harry’s head whipped around to face me. His eyes were cold and lifeless, his soft curls falling over his eyes while his head was tilted down. His lips were set into a firm line and I could not see the dimples that I loved so much because of that expression. When all of this tied together…  I’d never seen the cherub faced boy look so scary.

 I instantly drew my hand back, feeling as though I’d been burned. And Harry slowly looked up at me, his expression twisting to one of anger as he glared.

 “You’re disgusting.” He spat. I choked on any of the words that I might have replied to that with, and I swear my heart stopped entirely as he spoke with such venom. I took a very physical step back, as if putting some distance between Harry and I might give me more room to understand why he was suddenly so angry at me. Why was Harry doing this? It wasn’t my fault that I been forced to move away, and it wasn’t my fault that I was the way that I was.

“You have wings. That’s not normal! How could you ever expect me to be friends with someone so different. Such a... Such a freak!”

 Warm tears welled in my eyes and I struggled to hold them back. Perhaps it was then that I should have realised that something was amiss; I shouldn’t have been able to cry in the first place. Still, my brain appeared to be in a state of blank shock, far too muddled to find reason in anything. And so I just let the uncomfortable tears fall, giving up holding them back and ignoring the dull stinging sensation they provided.