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

Chapter Fourteen: Little Things

Chapter Fourteen: Little Things

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Harry’s P.O.V

"Make my wings invisible?" I repeated the question, the growing excitement in my voice distinguishable even to me, even through the scepticism there. I remembered Tammy mentioning the whole invisible wings thing during her original explanation of all things wings and halos. She'd said that it was something that took a lot of time and hard work to master, but something that was useful in a range of situations. Of those included if you were to ever want to walk down a main street without causing most onlookers to believe that they were hallucinating. Turning your wings invisible was a useful skill at the minimum and a necessary one at most. For myself especially... Especially considering that.. 

No.

I didn't want to let myself go there, but it was hard to keep out thoughts of the future. I honestly had no idea what would happen. I honestly didn't know if I would be able to see my family, or the boys, or anyone besides Lou and Tammy, for a very long time. If at all, ever..

I blinked twice in quick succession, as if to dispel the negative thoughts. I shouldn't think like that. I knew better. Or rather, I should know better.

The other thing that I remembered Tammy saying about the whole vanishing wings trick was that it was very difficult until you got the hang of it.. And even then.

"How do I do it?" I spoke up, realising that though I may have been caught up in my thoughts, the others had not and Tammy had barely parted her lips to answer my earlier sentence. She smiled warmly in my direction as I looked up at her and despite having been given the time to answer, she did not. Not verbally, anyway..

Without another word in response the elegant individual stood up from the couch and walked to the centre of the room, beckoning for me to follow her actions as she went. Sometimes I wondered what it was that Tammy had against using actual vocals, instead of hard to interpret glances and gestures. But it seemed to be just another odd quirk about the girl. And despite myself, I couldn't bring myself to dislike any of her quirks.

Without further prompting needed I got to my feet and walked towards the angel in the centre of the space. Vaguely, I was aware of Louis settling back into the cushions with an expecting expression as I passed him. It was the kind of look that one had before watching a good movie. A sort of expecting, excited expression. Evidently, the Doncaster boy was fairly content to sit back and watch the unfolding events without much input.

"Alright." Tammy spoke up, bringing my eyes to focus on hers'.

I hadn't realised just how close I'd gone to stand in front of her until that moment, until she spoke. The distance between us was less than a step. And though that mightn't have seemed like much to an onlooker, it felt oddly personal. Oddly like progress.

"You've heard of sayings like 'power of the mind' and 'imagination is key'? All of those kinds of ideas, right?" Tammy asked without preamble, some part of the excitement I felt glinting back at me, reflected in her eyes. I gave a single nod to show that I was still listening to her voice and she went on. "Well, that applies here." She began; intent on continuing. That was, before I cut in.

"How so?"

I interjected, curiosity outweighing my already limited patience. "To make your wings intangible, you need to keep an open mind-," The sound of a snort came from the couch and Tammy's attention moved to the brunet sitting there still, with a pleased, amused smile stretching across his pink lips. Tammy raised an eyebrow at that brunette boy while he shook his head slightly. I had to admit, I was missing the humour in the situation to.