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

Chapter Eleven: You're not alone

Chapter Eleven: You're not alone

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Tammy's P.O.V

Watching Harry lay there, his breaths uneven and his face set into a permanent looking frown, I knew that he was in pain. I could see it clear as day, obvious as anything. But it was also more than that. I could almost feel it. And seeing him hurting, it hurt me. Yet still, all I could do was sit and watch as he withered in what must have been his own personal hell.

I wanted-. No, needed to do something, I needed to help. But I didn't know how.

All I could do was watch, watch as Harry suffered. And it was killing me. I couldn't just sit there, I needed to do something. Anything.

This was when a thought occurred to me, it might have been one in vain but surely it couldn't hurt to try. Right? What was the harm in trying? Even if the chances of my message getting through were unbelievably slim, why not try? Why not try if it might help?

"Harry. I don't know if you can hear me, but you need to know that you're not alone."

My eyes roamed over his unconscious form and a horrific ache encased my heart. This wasn't right, it didn't make any sense. I shouldn't have to be doing anything to help my friend. Harry shouldn't need the help; he shouldn't be in pain. Not like this. It didn't, couldn't make sense. But when did anything make sense anymore?

But there was one thing that I was absolutely certain of. I couldn't let Harry think he was alone. He needed to know that I was with him. I needed him to know that I was with him.

"Whatever pain that you're feeling and however bad that pain is, just know that I'm here. I'm not leaving Harry. Not again. Not ever. And you're not alone."

I drew in a deep shaky breath, bitting my lip as the feeling of incredible sadness overcame me. This was one of the many times that I would have cried if I was able, but I was not.

I wasn't even sure if it was an angel thing, but since my thirteenth birthday I'd simply not been able to cry. That was the same day that I became so independent; more so than I already was at least.

That was the day that I was an angel with responsibility's and rules.

The way it works with angels is that a child is the reasonability of his or her parents until the age of thirteen. Not to say that at thirteen your parents will leave you, but after that if you break a rule or make a mistake, it's up to you to get yourself out of it. The ability to not cry, that was something that happened during this time and I found that the day after my thirteenth, I could not shed even a single tear. When I asked about it, my Mother simply said that I was just unique. To this day, I'd never heard of such a thing happening to anyone else.

But what I was sure of was that with this feeling sitting beneath my skin, if I could cry; I would be. As it were, I merely sat and dipped my head. Feeling as though I had failed my friend.

"I'm sorry Harry."

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Louis' P.O.V

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Impatience.

Ring.

Rin-

Answer.

Finally!

"Hello?"

Liam answered his phone after the forth ring and I immediately felt more comfortable at the familiar sound of his voice. It was a certain thing among a world of nonsense. A world filled best friends that turned into angels and mystery girls with wings.