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

Chapter Seventeen: Doubt and Suspicion

Chapter Seventeen: Doubt and Suspicion

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Zayn’s P.O.V

I could nothing to help the speed of my pulse as I walked down the hall. Liam was walking by my side and Louis and the angel were doing the same in front; all of us heading for the same destination. I swallowed uneasily at the thought of such a thing, of going anywhere with a creature that I hadn’t known was real half an hour ago. I blinked and tried to focus my gaze on the walls instead of the angel. I knew it was rude to stare, but my eyes had barely left the girls’ wings ever since she’d first revealed them. I couldn’t help it. After all, they weren’t exactly something that you just forgot were there. Walking down the hall right in front of me, there was an angel, with wings. To think that I was going to find one of my best mates with the same bird like features, it was for lack of a better word, crazy.

I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t what I was supposed to think.

But I did my best to take it all in stride. The way I saw it, there wasn’t much point in running or screaming like the angel girl had said that she thought we might. All that would achieve was not seeing Harry, not finding out any answers or explanations at all, and being more confused and freaked out then what I would be if I stayed. So as we all walked the short distance from the living room to Harry’s room, I thoroughly cemented this thought in my head. And then before I could consider much else, we were there. Louis cast a glance back at Liam and I before raising his fist and wrapping it lightly against the door.

“Harry?”

He said softly, waiting patiently, only to receive no response. Louis bit his lip and then after a further moment of hesitation, reached for the door handle. I drew in a deep breath. I had no idea what I was going to find behind that door, whether it was going to my friend, or something else entirely. But I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Harry was Harry, no matter what happened. I just had to remember that.

Louis opened the door in one swift motion, the action having the same effect as ripping off a Band-Aid as opposed to tearing it off slowly. He stepped into the room, walking right in. The girl-, Tammy, I reminded myself, followed. This left just Liam and I standing in the doorway. Neither of us seemed to be about to move. Because as the image of our friend came into view, both of us were transfixed.

A mop of curly hair gave away the identification of the boy hunched in on himself on the bed. It was a good thing that Harry did have such recognizable locks, because at the moment that was just about all that you could see of him to recognise. From where the Cheshire boy sat facing away from us, back to the door, his wings blocked just about everything else from view.

My breath hitched at the immediate sight.

It was different actually seeing him. It was different actually seeing Harry with the wings rather than just imagining them. They were different from the white winged girl’s. Whereas hers’ were just that; white, Harry’s wings were literally the complete opposite. They were jet black. The simple detail only put me even more on edge. But there were more import things to be thinking about, like the fact that it was all true. Harry Styles really was an angel. 

Any doubt or disbelief that I might have had was instantly gone.

And then Harry moved. Slowly, it seemed, he lifted his head from his knees and sat up straighter, slowly uncurling from himself. From where I was, the only thing that I could see any clearer now was the slight but fast past paced rise and fall of his shoulders. So he was panicked. Watching Harry move had reminded me that maybe I should too and Liam must have had the same idea because suddenly I found both myself and the Wolverhampton boy taking tentative steps into the room.