The Hitchhiker

Tyra's POV

Harry parks the car in front of my house. I take a deep breath before stepping out.
"Hey," He whispers to me. I turn my head to face him. He is not smiling at me, he is serious.
"Things work out the way they are supposed to, you must remember that no matter how much you're hurting," He tells me.
I know he is right, I know it deep down, but how can I accept it? Everything was taken away from me. I had a perfect life and then dad was killed and Niall went A-wall, and now mom. Life is really so unfair.
I open the car door and step out without answering him. Harry follows me out and up to the front door. I reach for the handle, but the door is locked.
"Shit!" I cry, remembering not having a key.
I feel Harry pull on my arm and turn me to face him. He holds at both my arms and stares down at me, fixing his green eyes with mine. Then, he leans down and kisses my lips. His kiss is soft, as if he is trying to calm me through it, I feel him let go of my arm and brush his fingers along my jaw line. When he let's go and pulls back, his fingers hold up a key. A house key- my key.
"Louis's mum gave it to me," He explains a cheeky smile painted on his face.
I can't help but grin at that proud smile and take the key from his hand. I unlock the door and step in. Our bags are already inside the house, guessing Harry had brought them in before leaving.
"Why don't you sit and I'll make you some coffee?" Harry offers. I nod and sit down on the sofa.
My home, the one I grew up in. I haven't been here for over a 2 months and it is the longest I have been away. Everything is the same. Nothing changed, and yet everything has. I am not the little naive girl I had once been. I have grown and faced life straight on. I have grown and hardened and I will not let myself break again like I have today.
I feel tired and weak, so I close my eyes letting them rest until Harry joins me.
I hear the front door open and open my eyes turning to see who it is. Someone with a hood pulled over their head, keeping their face down so I won't see.
"Hey!" I call out, but the figure walks pass me swiftly and up the stairs. I stumble to my feet, rushing after him. It’s a boy- a young man- I am sure of it. I can tell by his build.
"Stop! What are you doing in my house?" I demand of him. The person goes straight to mom's room, but then changes his mind once gazing in and turns to Niall's room instead.
"NO! You stay out of that room! You don't go in there!" I shout. I reach out for his hood and pull it back, exposing blonde hair. A gasp escapes my mouth as I recoil. He doesn't turn but I know it is him. It must be!
"Niall," I whisper his name. It feels strange since it hasn't been used in a while, not when he is stood in front of me.
"Niall- look at me!" I demand.
He stands, his back to me, his head hanging low, his shoulders defeated. I take long strides around him, standing in front of him, my fingers clench his arm.
"Niall!" I give him a slight shake.
When he looks up I need to bite my tongue not to call out. His eyes are red, and he has black and purple bruises around his eyes. He is much thinner then I remember him to be, his skin losing the healthy glow it once had.
"What happen to you?" I inquire, taking a step closer and reaching up to cup his cheeks in my palms.
"Where is it?" I questions. His voice dry, dead.
"Where is what? Mom is in the hospital Ni! She is sick- come with me I'll take you to see her- she is waiting for you- she misses you," I stammer, pulling on his hand so he would follow after me.
But he doesn't move.
"I've missed you! I've been looking all over for you Niall! I'm so glad you finally came home!" I can't help but wrap my arms around him. Needing to feel his warmth again, needing to feel my big brother's strong hands around me, to feel safe again with him looking out for me like when we were younger, before our lives were touched by pain and sorrow.
I don't feel his arms come around me. His body is stiff and cold, and I quickly let go and step back.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to be back Ni?" I question in a low voice.
I am looking into his blue eyes looking for some emotion but come up short.
"Where is the money?" He says then.
“What money? What are you talking about?” I am confused, mom is sick and all he is talking about is some money.
“I need to pay him back- he will kill me,” Niall pushes through me and starts looking through his room.
“Ni, you’re scaring me- what money? Who do you owe?” I question following him around the room trying to get some attention.
“You’re keeping it from me!” Niall suddenly turns to face me rage in his voice.
“What? NO! Niall, did you hear me? Mom is sick- she is dying and all you are thinking about is money?” I say in a disgusted voice.
“Give it to me now,” Niall takes a step closer, making me once again recoil back.
“I don’t have your money- what has gotten into you? What has become of you? This is not my brother I remember!” I spit at him.
“Shut the fuck up!” Niall pushes me back, and my head hits the wall. The pain spreads and I hold back the tears.
“Tell me where it is now or you’ll be in much greater pain!” Niall warns me pinning me back to the wall. I squeeze my eyes shut, scared for the first time in my life of my brother.
How did life get so messed up?!

Harry’s POV

“Tyra!” I shake her awake, after putting her coffee down on the table.
“You fell asleep, why don’t you go up stairs and get into bed?” I ask softly when her eyes fly open. Something in her face doesn’t seem right to me. Confusion and fear. What is going on?
“Ty?” I question as she sits up strait touching the back of her head and looking around.
“Where did he go?” She tries to get up, but my body is blocking her way, so she falls back to the sofa.
“Where did who go?” I furrow my brows trying to follow.
“Niall was here Harry! How did you miss him! His face… Didn’t you hear us fighting?! Where were you?” She stammers in perplexity.
“Ty.. No one was here.. you fell asleep on the sofa while I was making you coffee,” I rest my palm on her knee.
“But that can’t be.. it was real.. you had to see his face- his eyes! He was here,” here eyes searching mine, looking for a trace of belief.
“I think you might be slightly discombobulated love.. you miss Niall and wish he was really here, but you were dreaming.. I’m sorry,” I feel bad, but there is no better way of making her feel better.
“We need to find him!” Tyra sits up clenching my shoulders.
“We will, I told you I will help you-“
“No- we need to leave now! He’s in trouble! It must be why I dreamt such a dream- we need to head out to LA right away!” Tyra pushes pass me striding over to her bag and picking it up.
“Ty- Tyra- calm down- it’s the middle of the night, and your mum’s in hospital- you can’t just up and go,” I reason with her. I watch her shoulders slump, and see the realization take over.
“I am so tired I’m not thinking straight,” She lets her bag fall to her feet.
“I know baby, I know…” I pace over to where she is stood and cuddle her, resting my cheek on top of her head.
“I don’t know what to do anymore- I don’t know where I should be,” he voice is shaky and I hold her tighter.
“You need to sleep- we both do, tomorrow is a new day, we’ll go see your mum and how she is doing, see if she feels any better.. If she does we can always start our way to LA tomorrow,” I sigh.
I feel her nod and feel her little hands wrap around me.
“Come.. let me show you my room,” She pulls away and looks up at me, a light smile playing on her lips. She looks tired, but still she is the beauty I have met a couple of months ago on a motorway in the middle of nowhere.
Tyra links our fingers and leads the way up the stairs to a room I reckon is hers..
The door is shut, and she pushes it open.
The walls are painted a light pink and she has white glittering curtains.
“I know it’s a bit much,” She smiles sheepishly.
“I landed in Tyra’s fairytale,” I state holding in a laugh.
“My dad painted it when I was younger one of those times he was home, and I was infatuated with glitter, so my mom got those made for me.. I kept wanting to change it.. but then when dad died I couldn’t.. I had to leave it this way since he painted the walls and hung the curtains.”
“I understand that, it’s pretty- I like it,” I smile.
I walk over to her snow ball collection opposite the window. I bet when the sun is out it plays on the glass and makes all different shapes on the walls.
“One from every state,” Tyra remarks.
I turn to her, and bring my hands to her waist.
“I love you.. do you know that?”
“I love you,” She smiles up.
“I promise you we will find Niall, he will come back home,” I assure her.
“I just hope we won’t be too late.”

Notes

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