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The Hitchhiker

A Kiss From An Angel


Tyra's POV

Seeing Niall up in his cap and gown was one of the proudest moments of my life. Hearing the crowd chant his nickname was mesmerizing in itself, seeing the town people come together for their favorite player calling out "Nialler, Nialler," Over and over again, singing the Tigers anthem and clapping for the team players who were moving on to the next thing, leaving the town with a sweet taste of victory for they brought the state champion cup, a thing to be remembered by.
My mom had tears in her eyes, watching Ni flash his beautiful white smile as he crossed the stage signing a V with his fingers to the crowd.
Tommy was next to me cheering just as loud. He will be the new quarterback for next season, knowing he had some big shoes to fill.
Mom grabbed my hand squeezing my fingers slightly. I knew what she was thinking, She wished dad was here with us.
She wished Niall would have spoken to him when he phoned last night, but Niall being the stubborn boy that he is refused, still angry with him for going back for another round.
I got on the phone instead, the vile taste left from dad's departure, still in the back of my throat, though I knew he wished he was here with us, so I put my anger aside to hear how he was.
"I miss you kiddo," He says when I get on the phone.
"You shouldn't have agreed to go back dad, you did your part, it's someone else's turn now," I reply. I am being childish but I can't help it. I missed him terribly, wishing that for once I could have my dad home like my friends.
"Come on Ty, you know I had to go," My dad says in a hurt voice.
"I miss you dad," I whisper, holding back the tears that wish to spill over, the same tears I hold back every time I speak to him on the phone.
"Tell Ni I love him, and that I am proud, and I hope I'll get to speak to him next time I call," He was ending the call, and I wish he wouldn't.
"I love you daddy, come back fast ok?" I beg of him.
"I promise I will! I love you too kiddo,"
If I would have known then how fast he would have been back, and in what state I would have never made him promise.

When mom and I step out of the car that evening, they were standing waiting for us. At first I was sure one of them is my father, and excitement fills me thinking he knew he would be coming home all along, maybe he was already in the country when he phoned yesterday just like what had happened the last time he came home.
But mom's gasp brought me back to reality, understanding the men standing on the front porch are not dad, and that he is in fact coming home, but carried in a casket.
The sobs fallowing the men walking down the front stairs and towards my mom and I haunted my dreams for months, making Niall run into my room and staying with me until I fall back asleep.

I stood watching as my mom cried, screaming my dad's name while she sobbed.
I was watching from the side lines, as if I wasn't part of this. Watching myself stand shocked, tears streaming down my face silently.
I wished Niall was here with us, but he stayed with his friends, and will only be back later.
So instead I stood and watched my family fall apart, because of a stupid wish that had terrible consequences.

Harry's POV

I am still slightly shocked with finding out about Tyra's father. To be truthful I was sure something terrible happened to her, like getting molested or something, but this is also a dreadful thing to go through, just a different kind of dreadful.
I was sitting on the bed waiting for her to come out of the shower.
She wasn't up for talking anymore about her past, and I wasn't going to push her, it was late, and she has been through enough.
When Tyra stepped out of the shower in shorts and a sleeveless top I couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful, her wet hair spilling down her back, her skin shining in the dim light.
She smiles up at me while sitting down on the bed, and I want to touch her so badly.
"You all right?" I ask instead, trying to breathe correctly, annoyed with myself for being affected by her, and for what? Nothing! What is wrong with me?
Tyra nods at my question, playing with her fingers which are placed in her lap.
"In that case.. what is the third reason?" I ask glancing over at her from the corner of my eye.
"Third what? Oh… Third reason for breaking up with Tommy.."
I nod, waiting for her to continue. I wanted to know the reasons of them breaking up, the reasons such a long relationship comes to an end.
"Because… My heart is broken," She angles her body towards me, a palm on her heart.
"I died inside when my dad died, when Niall changed, when my mom…. I couldn't feel anymore.. I stopped reacting to people.. to Feelings, I was numb," She explains.
I shake my head.
"My heart never worked right since.. It's broken.. I can't feel.. I can't love," She goes on, and I shake my head again.
She is not broken, she is perfect. She just needed a push to see it.
"Why are you shaking you head at me?" She questions, her brows coming down in a frown.
"Tyra.. " I start to explain the reasons she is wrong, but then stop, deciding to show her rather using words.
I place a hand on her chest, watching her eyes watch me. She doesn't recoil and I let out a breath I didn't know I held in.
"Can you feel that?" I ask, but she is watching me, not answering. I take her hand in mine, placing it where my palm was a moment ago, leaving my hand on top of hers.
"Feel that? It's your heart beat… It beats hard.. and fast," I note the change of pace.
"It works," I tell her.
This time she shakes her head, her eyes glaze over with tears threatening to spill out.
"That is not what I meant," She whispers, but I bring a finger up to her lips, making her quiet down.
"I know what you meant," I say in a low voice, moving my finger from her lips to her cheek, my eyes not leaving hers.
"You want to tell me you don't feel this?" I whisper in her ear while my fingers trail her face.
My right hand is holding her wrist. I don't need her to answer, feeling her pulse between my fingers.
I skim my lips across her jaw line, "And this?"
Tyra moves her face to face my own, her eyes moving from mine to my lips, bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth.
I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I was afraid she might think I was taking advantage of her.
"You are not broken," I swallow.
"I am not perfect either," She whispers back to me.
"No, you are real… and that is so much better," I reply.
Our eyes are locked and I feel charged, electricity flowing in my veins instead of blood.
My hand is still resting on her cheek, while the other one is holding her wrist. She moves her hand to my chest, her eyes never leaving mine.
"I want to kiss you," I whisper to her. Her eyes go down to my lips once more and then back again to my watching eyes.
"Tell me you want me to and I will," I breathe.
"I want you to," She whispers.
I brush a strand of hair away from her eyes, letting my hand fall from her face as I inch closer.
Tyra shifts, moving to lean on her knees as she faces me on the bed. I mimic her movement, though I am taller than her. I bring both hands to cup her face, leaning in. Tyra raises her head to meet me, closing her eyes as she does.
My lips touch hers, and I only now understand how much I really wanted to do this. I just couldn't get enough of her. I felt her hands clench at my shirt pulling me closer to her, as she kissed me back, the kiss turning hot and passionate.
I move my hands from her cheeks to her waist, tracing my lips down her jaw line to her neck, feeling her let her head fall back slightly, letting me kiss her.
I move back to her lips, covering them with mine, and she runs her fingers through my hair, making shivers run down my back.
"Tell me you didn't feel that," I whisper when we finally break apart.
"I.. I'm sorry," She says in a shaky voice, recoiling. My hands are still at her waist so I pull her back, bringing my brows together.
"What do you have to be sorry for?" I ask, watching her eyes fill with tears, making my heart inch up to my throat- I did not intend to make her cry.
"Putting you in such a place, I 'm sorry," She looks down too ashamed to look me in the eye.
"Hey.. Ty.. Are you joking? I was the one who asked to kiss you! You have no Idea how long I wished to do just that, you did not put me in any position- Look at me- Do you regret kissing me?" I ask her
She finally looks up, tears slipping slowly down her cheeks. She shakes her head.
"Don't shake your head, talk to me, I want to hear you," I repeat my words from before.
"I wanted to, I don't regret it," She says, her lips shaking. I kiss her tears, making her smile.
"Sorry.. I don't even know why I am crying.. I'm such a mess," She wipes at her eyes.
"Don't ever apologies! Not for crying… Come here," I open my arms inviting her to lean in for a hug. When she does, I close them around her body, my palm resting on her head.
I don't know how long we stayed that way, but it was long, none of us able to break away, not able to stop the charge that ran between us where our bodies touched.

Notes

Comments

@laurenbush23
Hi sweetie
I don't like writing sequels, I don't know why, but I don't.... If I will write something it will be a short stroy, but don't forget there is one more chapter to go x

You should make a sequel to this story... The ending is not satisfying me at all - I need more!

I can't believe that they broke up!! I am crying... I shipped them so much.. please update love! I don't know why, but I have a feeling that something will happen...
Thanks Love!! xx

-Madi

@Nouiscrotch
@kt999
Thank you loveys xx I'll update soon enough..

I started this earlier and finished your current latest chapter (chapter 29) and i love it. I actually love all of your stories! Your such a good writer. I can't wait for your next chapter.

kt999 kt999
4/22/15