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

Chapter Thirteen: Lightening

 

Chapter Thirteen: Lightening

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Harry’s P.O.V

 “So? What do you think?” 

Louis looked up from his phone, a curious and slightly confused expression plain on his face. It still shocked me, the way that Louis could deal with all of this so well, especially when I was still trying to get my head around it. But in all fairness, it would be strange if I was perfectly okay with being an angel. After all, it had only been three days since that particular shock. Three days since Tammy and I reunited. Three days since I’d gone through what felt like to me, the worst pain there was. Just three days since I had become an angel. Or rather, been aware that I was one. I was still only beginning to adjust.

 Louis on the other hand, acted as if all of this were almost normal now. Never would it fail to surprise me just how he could be so accepting. So trusting. Apparently, when Lou had first found Tammy and I backstage, when he’d found me unconscious and bleeding in the arms of some girl that he didn’t even know, he’d never once accused Tammy. Never once had he even thought that Tammy could have been at fault. In fact, from what I’d been told the only thing that Lou had cared about was helping me.

But that was before. That was before the 72 hours or so that had followed. And despite the amazing person that I knew Louis to be, there were still doubts. There were stills doubts about how Louis truly could be so accepting. How could he truly be so accepting of me?

“What do you mean?”

The Doncaster lad questioned my words, tone dubious. He leaned forward from the bedhead and let his phone sit unimportantly onto the mattress beside him as his attention moved wholly from it. With a slight pang of unease I remembered the way that I could no longer sit in the same position. At least, not now. It hurt my wings if I tried. The idea of such a sentiment should have been ludicrous. And yet, it was not.

“Harry?” 

Louis spoke up again, voice seeping slightly with worry as he raised his tone and brought me back to earth. I blinked twice, as if to clear my thoughts, and focused my glazed green eyes on his. Still, I was reluctant to be having this conversation, but I needed to know. Could my best friend hate me? Was this too much for him? His unusual level of understanding, was it all an act?

“I don’t know. About all of this, about everything. The wings. My childhood-angel-friend suddenly showing up. Me..?”

I trailed off in a smaller voice, averting my eyes to the ceiling.

The black wings. It was almost like an unspoken taboo. No one spoke about the odd colour of my wings, never mind how odd it was to actually have wings. But the reason that no one said anything about it, was because no one really knew what to say. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t normal for mine to be that colour. It was scary. It was an anomaly. But so far it seemed that the un-angel like exception had done nothing but contrast with Tammy’s white wings. So far, nothing at all had happened because of, or in relation to them. And if it did, if something bad did come from the black alteration, I knew that Tammy would be there to help.

Tammy.

Another thing that Louis had done to surprise me. After the initial chaos and shock of the past three days, after the initial distrust and wariness of Tammy, it seemed as though things had changed. It seemed that once he was able to get past the notion that Tammy was dangerous, and once he was able to accept what she was, suddenly Louis became a lot friendlier. It was just the same old Lou really. Easy to get along with and hard to not get along with. I suppose the truly startling thing was that miss-mysterious herself had done nothing but openly welcome that friendship.