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

Chapter Seven: The Reunion

Chapter Seven: The Reunion 

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Tammy’s P.O.V

Hysteria was all around. Girls crying, giggling and screaming excitedly. It baffled me honestly, the way teenage adolescence could acted around some people. I’d never been able to understand it. The emotions someone dubbed ‘famous’ could inspire.

I had never felt like that before, but then again i'd never had cause. I knew love and friendship, I knew anxiety and duress. I knew loss and I knew hope, however slim that hope might seem to make itself. But I had never felt crazy for someone is the way that these people seemed to.

Warily I watched as a small group of girls with bright smiles and wide eyes walked past wearing One Direction T-shirts and bracelets. Each chatting away at a fast pace with slightly-too-loud voices. At-least they were happy, even if it were in a somewhat deranged way.

The soft smile I had gained from seeing the younger girls with such enthusiasm quickly faded as I was reminded of just why I was here, of just why I had been present to witness this. I wasn’t here to see the internationally famous pop boy-band like some of the girls. Well, I suppose technically I was, but my interest was more in just the one member.

Today was the day. I was going to see Harry.

I had no idea how the curly haired singer was going to react, and that was terrifying. But I needed to do this, despite my own fears. I didn’t have the most wonderful plan when it came to getting to Harry, but it wasn’t like I had much choice in the matter. This wasn’t some fable and Harry was a part of one of the most famous bands in the country, perhaps even the world. And going to see him wasn’t as simple as knocking on his door. For a while, it had eluded me how I could possibly get to Harry without using my wings to get to the roof of his recording studio but that would most likely mean scaring the lanky teen half to death. Therefore that plan had become an absolute last resort. An absolute last resort. So when I’d heard about the signing, it was a huge relief. 

I would just have to go along to this event and slip in with the crowd. I’d line up with the rest of the girls, most of them obsessed with the person whose world I was going to shatter. If only they knew.. And then I would just wait until I eventually got to Harry. But instead of asking him to put his signature on a piece of paper or poster, I’d take him aside and tell him everything.

But what I was betting on for my plan to work, was that Harry would leave his band’s signing to come and talk to what would be to him, just another girl. This was what had me on edge, among other things. If Harry turned me away, there wasn’t much that I could do to change his mind.

There was a sudden rise in the volume of the crowd and I looked up to see the majority of the emotional fans moving off towards some point further away. Perhaps they’d seen the boys arriving. 

I sighed deeply and rubbed my hands together nervously, with the absence of warm pockets; my hands were left cold and exposed to the slight chill in the air. I didn’t mind that so much as I did what I was going to do to Harry. This was going to be so hard. And what if he didn’t believe me? What if he just thinks that I’m another one of his crazy admirers, only with more emphasis on the crazy part then the usual?

There were just so many different ways that this could go horribly wr-

I let out a startled gasp as I turned and walked straight into someone. I hadn’t even realised that I had started to pace until I bumped into something, I guess that just proves how nervous I was. Only what was worse, was that it was indeed someone that I had so unceremoniously run into, not something.