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

Chapter Nine: Searching

Chapter Nine: Searching

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Louis’ P.O.V

“Where was that curly haired boy? I understood if he needed to speak with that girl, I really did. Sure, I was somewhat hurt that Harry hadn’t told me that she was here or even where she was taking him. But maybe Harry hadn’t known either? For all I knew, she could have simply shown up.

But I was still worried. It was the same girl that I had met earlier, the one that slightly creeped me out. She had seemed nice enough.. but… there was just something about her..

And that was enough to get me nervous. What if that girl.. I think her name was Tammy. What if Tammy hurt him? What if Harry wasn’t okay? What if something was wrong and I had no way of knowing? 

I frowned deeply as I walked around backstage. Paul hadn’t even noticed that I’d slipped away. I was surprised by this, considering what a good eye he usually kept on the five of us. But I wasn’t exactly going to be upset that his awareness had faltered today. It was after all, exactly the moment that I had needed. I honestly knew that I really ought to have just asked Paul or one of the other security guards to check on my curly friend, but I had always been independent and it just made more sense to me to find Harry myself. But where was he?

“Harry? Harry’s friend? Paul’s getting worried. You were supposed to get back to the signing ten minutes ago!”

I called out through cupped hands, hoping that either Harry or Tammy would hear me and not one of the backstage crew. That could get me in trouble…

I sighed deeply, running a hand through my hair as I frowned into thin air. Where was that boy? As the moments ticked by and the silence remained I continued walking aimlessly. I had been worried about Harry lately. He’d seemed off, not his usual self. I’d been blaming it on that dream that he’d had a while back, but it seemed as if it might be something more than that and this worried me. 

I recalled clearly Harry explaining that dream to me in the kitchen one morning, telling me about this child hood friend that he’d lost contact with entirely. Poor bloke, I hope he gets to see her again one day. Maybe I could send out an ask on twitter or something, I mean someone had to know who that girls was. What was her name again?

Oh crap.

My eyes went wide as I recalled it. Tammy. Her name was Tammy. There was no way that could have been a coincidence.

 I’d had a similar thought earlier, when the girl from the alley had told me her name. I remembered what Harry had said but had dismissed it as mere chance that the blond shared the same name as Harry’s dream-girl. But now I understood. That girl was Tammy and Tammy was the childhood friend that Harry had lost. 

I felt safer knowing this, knowing that at the very least the person that Harry was with wasn’t a total stranger, but this didn’t change the fact that I needed to find him. Even if it had been Hazza’s Mom that had come to see him, there was still very much a relatively important signing that we had to finish.

“Hazza! I’m not even supposed to have left the signing, but I was worried too. Where the hell are you?!”

I felt myself beginning to grow agitated as still there came no response. Couldn’t he hear me? Surely the whole building had by now. Harry couldn’t be ignoring me, he wouldn’t do that. But if that much was true, then where the hell was he?

My already limited patience was just about at an end when I heard it. I froze instantly, listening carefully towards where the voice I had definitely just heard had come from. So clearly I heard it. But it was not Harry’s; it was the other girl’s. It was Tammy’s.