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

Chapter Fifteen: Every Step

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Chapter Fifteen: Every Step

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Harry’s P.O.V

Walking back into the room I was practically beaming. 

“I did it!” I announced, in much a similar fashion to a child winning a running race at their school’s sport carnival. But I didn’t care how childish I seemed, I’d done it and just about easily might I add. And I don’t know, for something angel-related to be so easy, well it felt like a bit of a gift.

And think about what this could mean! I could see my family, I could see my friends. Maybe I could even continue with One Direction, even if the whole invisible wings thing had a time limit as Tammy had said before, it didn’t matter. It didn’t because on my very first attempt I had succeeded. And that felt really amazing.

And while Lou was grinning at me with those bright shining ocean-eyes of his, seeming to share my joy, it would appear that Tammy did not. She had this sort of ‘considering’ look on her face. It was such a look that made me want to let out the most dramatic sigh I could muster. Which really, would be highly dramatic. But instead, I merely dropped my bubbly grin into a softer smile and said:

“What is it Tammy?”

The blond angel looked up at me, seeming startled to have been caught so deep in thought. The urge to call her a hypocrite I found startlingly strong. I mean, come on. I can’t daydream, but she can! This time I did let slip an audible sigh. Tammy seemed to take that as a sign of impatience though and abruptly collected her thoughts.

“Harry, I’m really happy for you and all. In fact, I’m actually impressed,” She flashed me a soft smirk, something reminiscent of the one she had just about constantly sported as a kid. “But I have never heard of anyone gaining control over that particular aspect of their wings so quickly. Never.” 

I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to this little piece of information. I wasn’t exactly sure what to think of this news. Part of me wanted to yell, yell at the air about how unfair it was. Couldn’t the whole angel thing have just one simple aspect?! But it seemed that whatever I might’ve said was irrelevant, as Lou evidently had it covered.

“You think it has something to do with the colour of his wings?” The Doncaster boy spoke, surprising me. He held far less caution when it came to that individual subject, and he constantly reminded me of this with his casual approach to it. Tammy’s eyes flickered between Lou and I for an instant before her gaze settled on me and she answered. “I’m not sure.” She said after a beat.

I tried not to think too much about the colour anomaly I had created. I really wanted the harsh colour of my wings to mean nothing, to be just a random, inconsequential detail. But every bad movie I’d ever seen said that when something turned black, it meant that it was bad. I could only hope against hope that this wasn’t the case here.

I didn’t think that I was a bad person. I certainly didn’t feel like one and definitely hadn’t ever done something to prove this notion wrong. 

“But I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” Tammy concluded, interrupting my somewhat darkening thoughts with her words. When it came to just about anything angel-related, I wouldn’t mind Tammy interrupting. She knew a heck of a lot more about the subject then I did. But when it came to my newly formed good VS evil theory, I wanted to be wrong. This time, I really wanted Tammy to be right.

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Zayn’s P.O.V

I gave Paul a wave as Liam and I entered the building that addressed Harry and Lou’s apartment. It had taken some convincing from Liam and I, but eventually we’d convinced Paul that he didn’t need to wait up, nor did he need to check up on Harry for himself. Liam and I had to swear that we’d give him a full report and call a taxy each before the muscly man was satisfied enough to go though. I loved Paul to pieces, I really did but the guy could be a little over protective.