The Hitchhiker

Tyra's POV

It has been two days since Harry told me about Megan and I will be lying if I would say that I wasn't trying to imagine the kind of relationship they had.

I can't imagine Harry to be the fighting king of guy. He is so sweet natured and caring, so how mean could she have been to bring out the worst in him?

I know my thoughts our sinful, after all, this girl is dead, and I shouldn't be thinking such evil thoughts about her. I try to push her out of my mind as Harry turns into Liam and Luke's street.
We've decided to go back only for a few days starting there to complete Megan's last wishes.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry questions, and I am ready to lie, not wanting to share my terrible thoughts.
"Megan," I answer truthfully.
"What about her?" He parks the car.

"Well.. I can't hate but think about the kind of relationship you had, and the type of person you were with her," I stick to the truth, since I long learned that is the way to build a strong relationship, one which will last, base it on truth and not lies.

"Haa," Harry exhales a long breath before turning to look at me.
"I won't lie, I loved her.. But we were no good for each other, bringing out the worst in each of us, but I am different now," He promises me, taking my hand in his.
"I believe you.. I probably sound jealous and mean for thinking badly of her," I whisper, my cheeks pink from embarrassment.

"First of, Megan- rest in peace wasn't a nice person by all means, at least not to the people she didn't like, and as time went on she became meaner and meaner.. When I found out she was sick I hated myself for hating her, but my sister sat me down and told me that it has nothing to do with it. You can be a mean selfish person and sick at the same time.. though it does make me feel better knowing that her illness made her meaner than what she really was, making my hatred for her disappear," Harry offered me a sad smile.
I lean over and kiss his lips softly.

Hand in hand we climb the steps to the apartment, Harry knocking on the door softly, giving my palm a slight squeeze of reassurance.

"What are you doing here?" I ask a smiling Calum.
"I just got here yesterday," He leans down to hug me, before bumping Harry's fist.
"Yo Luke! Tyra and Harry are here!" I hear Liam yell across the apartment before his face peek behind Calum.

"Hi there," I smile and reach out to hug him.
"How are you sweetie?" He asks kissing my cheek lightly.
"Good," I answer, knowing it is the best answer I can give.

"Hey ya'll! Wassap?" Luke is bouncing up and down, as Harry and I make our way into the small apartment, the guys leading the way into the little living room.
"Did you find Niall? Was he there?" Luke questions.

"He wasn't.. But we have his phone," Harry replies after catching the glance I sent him.
"He left the phone behind? Damn.."

I twitch my lips, not wanting to be reminded of the wild goose chase my brother sent me on.
"Well, let's just not talk about it in the moment, all right?" Harry sends me a glance before sitting us both down on the sofa.

"Can I get you anything?" Liam asks picking up some beer bottles, I guess they were just about to sit down and drink before we came knocking.
"No thank you," Harry declines.
"I would like one actually," I suddenly decide. Liam hands the bottle over to me, eyeing Harry, which I can feel is watching me.

"Aren't you like too young to be drinking?" Calum asks.
"So are you," I point out, which makes him shut up, and Liam leans over to open the bottle for me.

Truth is at my house when we were all still a happy family, and my dad was home, we used to sit together on beer Friday afternoons and just talk about our week. It was a family thing, and my parents didn't care of us being under age. They never hid or locked the liquor away, trusting us. And in return Niall and I never felt the need to drink away and get drunk.

"Where is the phone?" Luke questions not ready to let it go. I hand the phone over, deciding not to care anymore today. We came back here for Harry. For Harry to start completing his promise to Megan.

"So what have you two been up to?" Calum questions as we ignore Luke inspecting the phone.
"Well, not much," I sigh telling them about meeting Tommy and getting the phone. I left out the part about Megan, since it is not my story to tell, leaving it up to Harry.

Harry's POV

The way Tyra holds the beer, and sips from it without flinching from the taste like some girls do, I know she is used to drinking. This is not new to her. I listen to her tell the lads about our whereabouts and the way she leave Megan out of it, and I am grateful. I take the bottle out her hand to take a swig handing it back, catching her glance as she eyes me, but she doesn't stop with her story.

Calum then goes on about what he's been up to with the art program and his visit up here to New York.
"Did you listen to the message?" Luke stops him in the middle making all of us look up at him in confusion.

"What message?" Calum inquires, not understanding how a message is part of his story.

"Not you- Tyra- The message on the phone," He shows her the icon on the screen.
"No.. I haven't noticed it before," She frowns, and takes the phone from him. I watch her carefully, and to my surprise and liking she scoots over to me and shows me the phone as she plays the message saved on it.

"Ty…"
Tyra gasps next to me, and I notice the looks on the lads faces.

"I wonder if you will ever come looking for me.. I must have scared you to death with that call in the middle of the night.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry for everything, I-"

Tyra cut the message off and got up to her feet. Her face is marked with tears as she strides away leaving us behind.

"Damn.. If I knew it was from him I would have told her to listen to it later," Luke mumbles.
"It's not your fault mate," I get to my feet, taping his back, as I make my way after her.
Imagine the surprise of hearing your long lost brother on the phone.. it must be hard..

"Tyra?" I ask, entering the room she slammed the door to just moments ago.
She doesn't answer, but looks up at me instead, her eyes red from her salty tears and her nose running.

"I'm sorry, you had to hear that in front of everyone," I whisper, taking a seat next to her. On the bed side is a roll of paper, which I take a piece off and hand it over to her.

"Thanks," She mouths and wipes at her eyes and nose.
"I'm sorry.. I just wasn't expecting that," She says quietly.

"Don't apologize.. It's understandable.. Would you like to listen to what your brother left you? Or you need more time?"

"I'm ready," She wipes her eyes one last time, and I reach over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'll wait for you outside then," I kiss her cheek.

"Harry- stay with me.. Please?" She begs me with her big eyes.
"Of course," I sit back down and pull her to me, wrapping an arm around her, hugging her, not only because she needed it, but because I needed it too.
"Here we go," She whispers and plays the message.

"Ty… I wonder if you will ever come looking for me.. I must have scared you to death with that call in the middle of the night.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry for everything, I made the last year we had together a living hell and that was after we were in our own kind of hell after dad… died.. I didn't mean it, anything I said- I love you- you know that right? If you never come to look for me it's fine, I'll understand.. I probably won't even be here anymore when you come.. I will move on.. But I will leave this phone with Tommy.. If you ever do come.. I might join Mike down to LA.. I'm not sure.. I might come home.. I don't know.. I love you.. and mom,"

"Who is Mike?" I finally ask when I am sure there is no more to the message and that Ty will not cry again.
"I don't know," She mumbles.

"Do you want to go back to Louis? Find out what he knows?" I question.

"No.. We will go about our plan, we need to go tomorrow to Times Square, for Megan," She glances at me. He blue eyes are still red from her sudden crying but they are dry.
"But what about Niall? You can't stop now," I push.

"I won't.. I'll call Tommy to see what e knows.. Anyway we'll be heading to LA.. Megan wanted to go there too," She offers a slight smile.

I tilt her head up to me, and bring my lips to hers. Her taste is sweet and her lips are soft, and I can't imagine anything better then kissing her.

I promised her we will find him and bring him home to their mum, and for a moment I was afraid it will take longer with his trail going cold, but now we have a name, we have a place, we have some new hope.

Notes

I know it took me a long time to update, but I was out visiting family and now I'm back so I'm back to writing and will update faster..
Hope you like this update! Thank you for reading x