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

Chapter Eight: The Truth

Chapter Eight: The Truth

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Harry’s P.O.V

What does she mean she has something to tell me? After all this time.. What could she possibly have to say that would warrant such a dreading expression on that blameless face? Such a look of fear? Whatever it was, it had to be big.

“Something you have to tell me.” I nodded slowly, processing her words. Tammy took a deep breath in, her eyes never leaving mine and with each passing second I grew more scared. What was so immense that it had Tammy so nervous? And then she spoke.

“I’m an angel.”  I stared at her, not understanding. I waited for her to continue, but not another sound left her lips. She seemed to study my expression, looking for the reaction that I had not given her. But that was because I didn’t understand.

“An angel?”  I asked, extreme confusion lacing my words. Tammy smiled a humourless smile. “Yes Harry, a literal angel.” I raised an eyebrow sceptically at the girl before me. At first, I had thought that I was the insane one, but now I was growing worried for Tammy. “Tam, angels don’t-”

But I was cut off as the mysterious blond stepped back, veering away from me. For an instant I was scared that she was going to leave and my pulse spiked with the thought. But then her bright blue eyes locked with mine once more and I watched, lost, as she bowed her head, breaking that contact. She drew in one deep breath and then released it. 

A fraction of a second passed and then she looked back up, her eyes snapping to my face to watch my expression. What she received this time, was pure undulated shock.

The air around Tammy seemed to shimmer for a moment as I watched, and then within that space something seemed to take place. As I looked on, baffled and tranfixed all at once the space slowly became solid. Becoming more refined and clearer. And then suddenly, I could see it.

A set of large white wings protruded from Tammy’s back. They were so visible. So real looking. And I’d just seen them appear on my friend. I stuttered uselessly as Tammy gaged my reaction. That wasn’t possible. This was insane. I was hallucinating. Angels weren’t real.

Suddenly the ground beneath my feet became unstable and I was no longer able to see Tammy properly through my swimming vision. I stumbled back a few steps, reaching out blindly as I did. My outstretched palm came into contact with something smooth and cool, perhaps a wall. I used it to support my shaky body and prevent myself from falling.

Tammy was an angel. She was an angel. Angel. Angel. Angel. 

She wasn’t lying or partially insane, she was exactly what she had claimed to be and the wings on her back certified this. But angels were a myth, like Santa or the Easter Bunny. Just stories and legends. Not real and certainly not Tammy. I could hear my own heart beat thumping loudly and breathed in and out quickly as all logic around me was defied.

I’d gotten so absorbed in my spontaneous panic that I’d almost forgotten that the self-proclaimed angel was still very much in the room and very much so waiting for my response. 

I jumped as something came into contact with my shoulder and as I squinted to make out the figure before me, I managed to focus long enough to catch a glimpse of Tammy’s concerned face hovering above me. So it was her hand that was on my shoulder then.

Her angel hand.

“-arry? Harry, are you alright?” I stared in confusion as her words came off sounding as though she were underwater, not standing right next to me. Even so I managed to detect the extreme worry in her voice and was surprised that I managed to get that through the confusion and sluggish echoing of response. My head was pounding and my lower back aching painfully.