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

Chapter Twelve: Wide eyes and Renunciation

Chapter Twelve: Wide eyes and Renunciation.

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Harry’s P.O.V

At first, everything was fuzzy. All blurred out shapes and muffled silence. But then that fog like cover slowly began to lift and I found myself sitting up from the soft object I lay on while blinking away the remainders of grogginess from my hazed mind. The intense heat and alike hurt from before were both still fresh in my thoughts, the before part seeming ridiculously loose in its context. I could still feel a ghost of that vicious aching along my spine and that heaviness weighing down my shoulders.

I let a soft groan and made to lean back to where the headboard was. But never quite made it. It seemed as though there were something between my back and the wood, preventing the supposedly simple action.

I wanted so badly to tell myself that I was only still confused and tired, that I was only imagining it. But with all that had passed, I knew better.

Fighting back a whimper I leaned forward again, only to find that my shoulders were still just as heavy, my back still throbbing. With a nearly shaking palm I reached behind myself to rub over that dully aching spot. But I froze immediately upon touch.

Soft. It was soft. As if I were running my hand over feathers, the stuffing of a suave pillow, a bird’s coat, maybe even-

My heart skipped a beat. And then another.

Tears welled in my eyes from the sheer fear alone as I considered the entirety of what I was bearing in mind. It was scary enough to accept that Tammy was an angel. The girl from my childhood; the best friend who left; the best friend who I forgot..

An angel!

But.. I had to be wrong about this. I couldn’t be.. I wasn’t..

Breathing laboured, and head pounding, I began to crawl off the edge of my bed. There wasn’t any furniture nearby so I couldn’t.. bump into anything with.. No. I was just being stupid. But.. It couldn’t hurt to make sure..

Stumbling as I walked, I painfully tried to ignore how weighed down I seemed to be by my back. As if I were supporting.. No. I was being an idiot. I just had to confirm this with a mirror.

Everything would be fine. Everything would be alright.

And then suddenly I was silently pulling back the door to my unsuit bathroom and tripping over my own feet as they made contact with the cool tile beneath. In the bathroom, I could hear my uneven breathing louder, clearer.

I squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I possibly could and stepped forward towards the intimidating glass at the centre of the room. My hands reached out, shaking still as I gripped onto the porcelain sink so tightly that my knuckles began to turn white with the force behind it. Then as slowly as I could bring myself to, I lifted my head and opened my eyes.

There was no scream.

There was no yell.

There wasn’t even a gasp. I just stared; my eyes wider then I’d ever seen them. I just stared.

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Louis P.O.V

I sipped from another mug filled with coffee and wondered how Harry was, if he was getting any better or closer to consciousness. I’d be okay with either of those scenarios, preferably both.

I just wanted him to be okay.

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Harry’s P.O.V