The Hitchhiker

Harry's POV

We stopped on our way at a coffee shop, not really knowing where to head from here. I was quiet not wanting to push Tyra to a quick decision, knowing she must be holding her emotions in tack and I feared sending her over. We said our goodbyes to Louis and Eleanor a few hours ago, Tyra promising to let him know once she finds Niall, and he promised to let her know if he hears from him again.

Finding all these things about Tyra and her family shocked me out of my mind. I came to America because I thought my life is shit, that it was over and I would never be able to pick myself up, and then this girl comes around, with her bright smile, and her songs and crazy ideas and sayings, and I thought to myself, what kind of little perfect balloon did she pop out of, and here I find out, that her world is more messed up then mine.

I left a mum and sister behind which are doing pretty well, sending them letters now and then, since I was too much of a cowered to speak to them on the phone, While Tyra lost her father and had to chose between staying with her sick mother then finding a broken brother, her decision weighing her down every single moment, and you would never know by just looking at her smiling face.

I guess that explains why she breaks down and cries often, it is hard enough to live with the decision she made. Finding out it might fail would break you.
Tyra was sitting in front of a full and untouched plate, looking through the phone that belonged to her brother.

I was watching her from across the table as she tossed it onto the table in frustration, making the table next to us jump.

"Sorry," I apologies on her behalf, and they turn back to their food.
"Ty," I try softly to bring her back.
"Maybe Tommy's right? Maybe I need to give up and go back," She is slumped in her seat, a pout on her pretty face and I ache for her.
"What do you want to do? Take a moment to think about it before answering me," I ask of her.
"I want to find Ni," Her gaze is determined, her eyes shining.
"Then we will find him," I promise her.
Her eyes lose the little life they had in them, sadness taking over, and I can tell she doesn't believe me.

"Come, on, get up," I push my chair so I can stand.
She doesn't move so I walk over and pull out her chair, nudging her slightly to her feet. I link our fingers and walk her out to the terrace.

"Remember I told you about Megan?" I question, looking out onto the open field in front of us.
"She died from cancer," Tyra whispers, letting me know she remembers.

"I didn't tell you how I found out," I mumble, finally turning to look at her.
She sits down on the chair waiting for me to continue. I pull up another chair close to her and sit down, ready to talk about the thing I tried for so long to push out of my mind.
"It was all because a fight," I say, remembering that night.

*Flash Back*

"You son of a bitch! I hate you!" She screams at me, a vein in her neck sticking out as she shouts.

I look down at my hands, I felt bad, but I just couldn't do it anymore, she took everything I got and wanted more, and there was nothing else to give, nothing more to say. My mother and sister asked me for months to end it already, telling me she's no good for me, and I could do so much better. She wouldn't even try to be nice to them, making snarky comments at the way they looked or the things they said. I finally had enough, she won't change, she will stay the same, and I just can't do it anymore.

"Megan," I try. Deep inside she must know this is not working, we keep fighting over the same stupid things, and we have nothing in common.

"Don't Megan me! After all this time?! What about our trip to the US? What about the tickets? What about the flat? Is it you mum? It is isn't it?! Or your sister? She was always jealous of me!" She snaps.

"Leave them out of it! They have no part in my decision! I've had enough, we aren't working, we haven't been working for a long time now, we aren't happy! We are better off ending it now," I say quietly.

"Take me home," She gets up from her seat, and I leave some bills on the table to pay for the meal. I unlock the doors to my SUV, and watch as she climbs in, her lips in a pout and her arms folded. She is hurt, but not because I wanted to end it, she was the one who wanted to do the dumping.

I start the drive and soon after she starts up again.
"You're ungrateful you know that?! I spend my days making you happy! Giving up my life for you! And you just break up with me?! Is there someone else? There is right?! Who is she? The blonde your work with? Tell me!" She shouts, and swats at my arm when I keep quiet.
There is no one else. How can there be?

I love her. I still do. Not everything about Megan is bad. She used to be sweet and caring, like that time I was stuck at work late, and she came by with food. Or when Gemma was sick and she drove her to the doctor. I love her smile, the way her eyes twinkle, the way her lips set in that wide white smile of hers. Her curls that shine in the sunlight and that laugh, like Christmas bells. But she changed, we can't seem to get along anymore, and she turned bitter, turning me bitter. I can't spend the rest of my life fighting the way we do. I just can't.

"Are you even listening to me?!" She shoves me, making us sway on the road.
"GODDAMMIT Megan! Do you want to have us killed?! There is no one else, it's you! I can't anymore, it's too much for me to handle you," I finally shout back, losing my temper with her.
"Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" She shoves me again, hitting the wheel making me lose control of the car.

Harry's POV

"When I woke up I was in a hospital bed, my mum and sister by my side. At first I couldn't remember a thing. The only thing I remembered was the beginning of our relationship when all was perfect, and I couldn't understand how I got to the hospital in the first place, what was I doing? But slowly everything came back, and when I asked to see Megan they said I couldn't. Only family was allowed. I notice my mum and sister couldn't look me in the eye, and I thought the worst, I thought I killed her," I swallow my eyes never leaving Tyra's. I notice how they fill up with tears, but I can't stop, not now, not once I finally was able to speak of that day.

"She kept it from me.. Her sickness, she found out about it too late, and decided not to do anything about it, it was too late for her, so she begged me to take her to the US.. it was her dream… she went on and on until I agreed, and I thought well maybe the trip will fix us.. but things got worse and I couldn't do it anymore. In the hospital they saw how advanced her cancer was, said she won't make it on a plain.. It broke my heart that I never got to take her," I inhale sharply, the pain of losing her so real, as if it was just yesterday, and I was so wrapped up at how hard it is for me to be with her that I missed her suffering.

Tyra's POV

I didn't know what to say. I knew Harry had a past, and I knew he didn't want to talk about it, and know I understand why.
The guilt must be eating away at him, no wonder he left everything and came here.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, moving my hand to cover his. I could only guess what he is going through.
"Remember the package you saw me hold?" He asks in a serious tone and I nod.

"Come," He stands taking my hand that lays on his and pulls me to my feet. I follow him down to the pickup and he brings it out. When he opens the box I gasp. Megan's Ashes.
"I know it seems sick," He starts, the words tumbling out his mouth, as he closes the box and puts it back in its secure place while I shake my head.

"She wanted to come here, and it was the least I could do, I was a terrible boyfriend to her, I had to," He takes a step closer.

"Harry, this.. this is," I don't find the words to describe it.

"Crazy? I know, but I had to," He takes my hands in his, making me look at him.
"Oh Harry, it's not crazy! It's wonderful, you didn't have too, and yet you did!" I pull my hand out of his and bring it to his cheek.
"What is the plan then?" I ask feeling I hijacked Megan's last time with Harry, whooshing in with my problems.

"I wasn't really sure.. I was trying to figure it out and then you came along," He shrugs, and I am happy his eyes are back to their lovely green.

"Do you know where were the places she wanted to visit?" I inquire.
"Well yes, she had a whole list, going over and over it a million times, making sure I remember," His pained look is back, and I can only imagine what this is doing to him. For a long time he thought of Megan all of these terrible things, how obsessive she is and controlling, only to find out she was only trying to make sure she completes a bucket list of places she wishes to visit before her days are over.

"You must think I'm a terrible person," His bottom lip was in a pout like a two year old and my heart went out to him.
"You didn't know," I reply softly.

"I broke up with a dying person," He says more to himself then to me, his voice breaking, breaking my heart at the same time.

"Harry, listen to me," I bring both my palms to his cheeks, so I can make sure our eyes meet.
"You didn't know, she never told you, I am sure that if you had known things would have ended differently," I assure him.
Harry cups one of my hands to his cheek, moving it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my skin.

"Thank you," He offers me a half smile, which I can tell is hard for him to master.
"Let's go over the places she wanted to see," I smile up at him, promising myself this boy will never hurt again.

"What about Niall?" He questions.

"We can do both, anyway we don't know where he is right now and where to go, so let's take a break and give Megan what she so much wanted,"

Notes

I promised to tell you more about Megan and I did..
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