Another Chance at Destiny ( Harry Styles Fanfic) [Editing]

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

"You're doing very well. Have you been practising?" Alexander asks. I smile and nod.

"Yeah. I've been practising most of the day today." I tell him. He looks pleased.

"You'll be an expert in no time." Alexander says. "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks. I knew the extra practise would pay off." I say, smiling to myself.

"And it did." He agrees. I carry on trying to pick up a book in front with me without concentrating so hard. I go to pick it up just casually and nearly manage to do it. I pick it up for about a second but then it falls straight back through my hand.

"That was really good! Your so close!" Alexander says. I'm starting to get a bit bored of this now so I decide to sit down for a second.

"Are you okay?" Alexander asks.

"I'm fine. I'm getting bored of this though." I tell him truthfully.

"Why don't you find something to do?" Alexander suggests. I look at him like he's stupid.

"I'm trapped in a school. There's nothing to do in here." I tell him. He looks thoughtful for a moment.

"I could take you somewhere, but only for a little while. Then you'll have to come back here." Alexander tells me. I look at him happily.

"Really? Where can I go?" I ask.

"Anywhere." He says simply. I think for a moment. Where would I want to go? Whilst being in One Direction I have been all around the world. Then I know. I want to see my family and the boys.

"Are we allowed to take a couple of trips to different places?" I ask. He looks confused.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I want to see my family but also the boys and the boys probably wont be together so it might be a couple of trips." I tell him.

"Yeah. I think I can do that." He says. He holds out his hand and I look down at it confused. "Your going to have to hold my hand so we can travel." He says and then I understand. I don't hold his hand, I only hold onto his wrist. Suddenly we're in my mum's house and I can see my mum on the sofa. Her head is down and looking at a photo. I walk towards her to see what she's looking at.

My heart breaks when I realise she's holding a picture of me and crying. Tears are rolling down her cheeks as she just stares at the picture. The picture is of me when I was about four or five years old. I have a tarantula in my hand and I look really happy.

I turn back around to Alexander as I'm going to start to crying if I look at my mum anymore. Even though I tried to keep tears from falling, they fall anyway. Alexander looks at me sympathetically.

"Do you want to move on?" Alexander asks. I nod my head and he puts out his hand for me to hold. I grab his wrist and then we are teleported to another house. First of all I don't recognise it but then I realise it's Gemma's room in her house. Usually when I come to her house, her house is spotless. She hates mess. But looking at it now, it's a horrible mess.

I hear a soft crying form behind me and turn around. Gemma is on her bed, rocking back and forth crying. Her face is puffy and her cheeks are soaked with tears. I feel like walking over to her and hugging her. I wish I could tell her everything is alright and I am okay, but I can't. She can't hear or see me.

I move my hand and accidently knock something off of her desk. I must be able to touch things when my emotions are all over the place. Her head shoots up in surprise.