The Hitchhiker

Tyra's POV

Liam explained To Harry and I how to get into the city by train, saying we are better off leaving the car behind.

So I am now sitting by Harry, on a stuffy train awaiting for our stop.

"Why are you nervous?" Harry mumbles into my ear, placing his palm on my jittery knee.

"I don't like this underground," I explain.

I feel claustrophobic and wish we'll arrive already to our stop.
Harry let out a soft chuckle and pulled me closer to him.

He was used to this kind of transportation from England, so he wasn't fazed by it.
I let my head rest on his shoulder while the train wheezed through its tunnel shutting my eyes and imagining I was anywhere but here. Our next stop after New York is LA with pit stops on the way for Megan. I hope this will help Harry move on, and let go of the things he is blaming himself with.

"Ty.. Are you sleeping? We need to get off," Harry kisses the top of my head, making me open my eyes.

"Finally," I sigh, getting up.
I nearly fall over, but Harry is quick and steadies me.

"Watch yourself," He winks and I swat his arm playfully.

"You two are just so damn cute, I've been watching you this whole time," An old lady smiles at us. "I wish all couples were as loving as you two,"

I smile back at her, and Harry wishes her a lovely day before we get off the train. The subway is full of people, so I link my fingers with Harry's so we don't separate.

"So where shell we go?" Harry turns to me.
"Wherever you feel you want to go.. It's up to you," I reply.
I watch him carefully. He seems lost, not sure of what he must do.

"Come," I pull him after me, away from the crowd that he kept eyeing.

"Harry look at me, not them," I ask of him, when his eyes don't stop to wander.

"I know this is hard, but try to think.. Where do you want to go now that we are here? Where would Megan want to go?"

"I.. um.. I..." He stutters.

He was lost, and I didn't know how to bring him back to now.
"Harry... Let's go get something to drink," I take his hand in mine, and he follows me silently.
Starbucks is the first place I see and I push the door open, holding it for Harry.
I sit him down at a table and leave him to order us some coffee.

When I get back to the table he is staring at the surface not even noticing me.
I sit the coffee in front of him while I take a seat.
I let him stay in his own world for now, taking out my phone and texting Calum for help.
After a short exchange I know where to go.

"Harry, your coffee is probably cold by now," I try.
He looks up at me, confusion on his face, when his eyes find the cup, not understanding when it was placed there.
"Thanks," He mumbles, pulling it closer to him.

"I think we should walk over to time squarer," I speak up, deciding maybe it's best to rumble along.
"We can walk around the shops, and fined a place you think Megan would have liked.
Harry nods nonchalant.

A least he nodded, that's a start. We get up and Harry leaves his untouched coffee. I let Harry take the lead, following him, seeing where he might go.

He suddenly stops and looks around, until his head turns in search of something- someone. When his eyes meet mine, I note the relief in his green ones, and he reaches his hand out to take mine.

I smile up at him, and entwine our fingers together, resting my head on his arm for a few moments before standing straight again.
Harry's thumb rubs over mine as we pace, and I am happy he is back to himself.

After a 15 minute walk we are at the squarer and it is huge, making me feel so small.

Harry's POV

I don't know what has gotten over me, but I felt as if I was in a bubble and I couldn't hear or see right, and I was trying to reach out for Tyra- if only I could touch her- hold her hand, maybe I would be able to break through this. But even though I reached out and I could see her little fingers close over mine, I couldn't feel her. I wasn't touching her. Not really. I was feeling cold and lost- alone. And I was having trouble breathing. I did my best to hide it and I was scared.

I find myself sitting at a table and I am not sure how I got there. A moment later, Tyra is pushing a cup over to me, and I don't recall it even getting to the table. I touch it but I am numb.
Then Tyra gets to her feet and pulls me after her, saying something about going somewhere, but I am in a bubble which makes it impossible to make out what she is saying.
I know I am moving but I am not commanding my feet. I want to stop but I can't.
I look down at my hands. I'm alone. I am on a mission. But I am not sure what mission. Screaming is getting louder in my head, and I want it to stop. I want her to stop screaming at me.

"I loved you!! You promised! You promised to take me! I will die here! I will die without completing my list! It is your entire fault!"

I shake my head. Make her stop! Stop! I didn't mean it to happen! I am sorry!
I look up just then and have no clue where I am. How the hell did I get here? I look sideways and my heart is beating fast. It wasn't real.. Megan. She died. She wasn't screaming.
Where is Tyra? Tyra!

I remember her, and look for her- where did she go? Did she leave me? I turn to look in back of me. Her blonde hair shines in the sun and her eyes watch me. I feel the calmness taking over, easing my chest, making it easier to breathe.

I reach out for her hand and she takes it, an encouraging smile on her lips.
She doesn't say anything as we walk and I am grateful for that. Once we get to Time's squarer I start thinking what I should be doing from here. I look over at Tyra for guidance and she points up. We need to get higher.

I nod and we walk into the closest building and start climbing the stairs. Once there are no more stairs to climb, we stop and I open a window.
There is a nice breeze and my hair is brushed back by it.

"This is it," I say. I know this is it. It's close enough and high enough. This will have to do.
I feel Tyra open the bag on my back and she hands over my package. I open it up and glance at the ashes. How morbid is this? But I don't care.

"There you go Megan, you got to get to Time's squarer," I say blowing on the ash and watching it fly out the window. I close the box, and hand it back to Tyra, so she could put it back in the box, while I watch the view. The ash is gone in the air, spreading, and I imagine Megan hurrying around looking at windows and ads all excited.
I turn back to Tyra.

"What to do you want to do next?" She questions. I watch that face of hers. I want to go back to Liam and Luke's flat. I had enough for one day.

"Let's start heading back," She reads my face, and I lay an arm over her shoulders, as we make our way back down.
On the one hand, I feel lighter now after spreading some of Megan's ashes, but on the other I feel drained, as if I can sleep now for months.
"Thank you for coming with me," I say quietly to Tyra once we get on the train back towards Liam and Luke's flat.

"Don't mention it," She shrugs, laying a hand on my thigh, making my heart skip a beat.
How can I be spreading Megan's ashes and feel this way towards this girl? I am in a deep need of a smoke and I wish it was allowed on trains. I lean back instead, and close my eyes, trying to relax myself. I feel the weight of Tyra's head on my shoulder, and I can smell the sweet scent of her shampoo, which makes my body and soul just calm down, my heart rate slowing, and I can feel the sleep coming.

At this point I don't care if we miss the stop we need. I am more than happy to ride the train until the end, placed like this with Tyra leaning against me.
Tyra wakes me up when it is time to get off, and I wipe the sleep out of my eyes, following her.
She links our arms together as we walk and all I can think about is me wanting to kiss her.
I look down at her, and she feels my gaze, tilting her head up so she could see me better. We stop walking and I bend so my lips can reach hers, and then, her phone rings.

I pull back and she opens her bag, though the phone that is ringing isn't hers after all, it's the phone that belonged to her brother.

"Hello?" Tyra answers, as she stares at me with wide eyes.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" She tries again. She keeps quiet for a moment.

"Ni? Is that you?" She suddenly says, and my head snaps up.

"Niall! Is it you? If it is please answer! Please talk to me," She begs. I have this feeling that there is no answer on the other side. The unknown person on the line is keeping silent.

"Ni, as you see I have your phone, I met Tommy… I also met Calum and Liam and Luke… Please talk to me Niall! I need you! I need you to come home.. Mom needs you," She begs. After another moment she lets her hand fall, the line no longer connected.

"Was it really him?" I inquire.

"I don't know.. He didn't speak.. I could only hear breathing… But who else could it have been?"
She seems sad again, and I wish I could make it all better, but I knew for her to be whole again is to find Niall.

That is why tomorrow we will start our way down to LA.

Notes

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