Harry's POV

It has been over an hour, and I am on my last smoke. Tyra went straight up to our room, while I stayed outside needing the time to think.

So it isn't a boyfriend she was looking for after all… I don't know yet how this makes me feel.
I think of Megan again. If she was here she would tell Tyra 'You're cute for looking for him, but if he wanted to see you he would just come home.'

That was Megan, throwing the truth in your face. But why would an 18 year old girl just up and leave to look for her brother through all of the United States? It is surely mad!

These couple of days had been different for me. I was finally me again, forgetting about the problems, barely thinking of Megan or that day, and it is all thanks to Tyra.
I know what the right thing to do is, but I was having a hard time letting this girl go, she was special, and she made me feel whole again without even knowing it.

I crumpled the empty pack that was in my hand, and tossed it in the garbage can next to me. I took one last drag on my smoke and tossed it to the ground, stepping my heel into it, making sure I put it out before heading into the inn and up to the room.
I knock twice before pushing the door open.

I hear the shower, so I sit on the bed, making up my mind once more, about what the right thing for me to do is. No matter how much I try to twist it, it comes back to the same solution.
The water stops, and five moments later Tyra steps out. She had on shorts and a top, her hair dripping down her back. She looked as beautiful as she always did, as if nothing happened just before, as if I hadn't accused her of searching for a boy, as if nothing had spoiled our lovely evening.

"Tyra," I finally say. She looks up at me, her arms wrapped around her, as if she was cold.
"How long ago did he- Niall… leave?"
"It has been almost two years," She finally answers. She isn't looking at me anymore, but at a spot on the wall next to me, avoiding eye contact, obviously uncomfortable talking about this with me.
"What about your parents?" I question, not caring about her comfort.
"What about them?" She asks, still avoiding my stare.
"Don't play with me Tyra, what do they think about you going out on your own, looking for him?"
She is rocking in place slightly, and it hits me- "They don't know where you are do they?" My eyes are wide with amazement, she is such a smart girl, and yet she has done such a stupid thing.
"I left her a note," She mumbles, staring at the floor.
"What note? Who is her?" I push.
"My mom, I left her a note… saying.. 'I went to bring him back home'.." The pain in her voice was heart breaking.

"Tyra," I say taking a step closer to her. "I know this is tough for you, and it is a brave thing to up and leave home at only 18 to look for a loved one, and I can tell you miss him dearly, so that is why I will let you spend the night here.. But tomorrow, tomorrow I am driving you back home," I say.

Her eyes shoot up to mine, grief and betrayal in her accusing stare.
"No! No Harry please!" She begs me.
I give my head a slight shake and squeeze my eyes shut, not able to see what I just caused painted on her face.

"Harry you must let me go with you to New York! He is there! I know it! Calum said he went there-" She was holding on to my arms, trying to reason, but I break her hold, and tag on her own arms, making her stop and listen to me.
"So what? This was last year, you don't know if he is still there, and even if he is- New York is huge! It isn't the size of the small town you grew up in, no one knows everyone there, people aren’t as friendly and trust worthy as the people in the small towns are, it is no place for an 18 year old girl like you," I say a bit harshly, making me sound just like Megan.

"Fine," She pulls back, and the anger in her eyes pierces through mine like a needle. "I don't need you to get to NY, I will find a different way to get there," She answers quietly.

"Dammit Tyra! You know very well I would never let you go on your own," I exhale. I knew she would never let me take her back. I was banking on it. I had to offer to drive her home, even if I wanted to continue our road trip together, it was the right thing to do.

"All right," I finally agree.
"We will look for your brother, only if you call your parents first," I tell her.

"Really? You would help me find Niall? You really would do that for me?" She is looking at me with surprised astonishment and I nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" She throws her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer to me in a tight hug. At first I am surprised by the gesture, the only time I have ever touched her before was when we danced. I brought my arms around her waist, letting her hug me, and returning the hug myself, trying to remember when was the last time I even got such a hug from someone. I cherish it, missing the touch. I close my eyes tacking in her scent I have come to know so well. She was soft and strong at the same time, which made me want the hug to linger.

Finally she pulls away, smiling up at me.
"You won't regret this! Wait until you meet Niall, he is that sun in the winter that warms your heart,"

I study her face, there were so many things I have not yet come to know about her, but one thing I was certain about- Her mind was a library, and I wanted to read all the books.

Tyra's POV

Harry left me, giving me some privacy, going to take a shower while I call my mom.
I take the phone from the bed stand, and sit myself on the floor, leaning back on the bed. I crossed my legs, leaning the phone on my thighs.
I took a deep breath before dialing, feeling my heart flutter in my chest. How many days has it been since the last time I have spoken to her?

"Hello?" I hear her voice, as she answered the call. It was late for a phone call, and I knew what was racing through her mind.
"Mom?" I whisper, not trusting my voice.

"Ty? Ty! Is that you?" The despair in her voice is hard to miss. I struggle to keep my own under control, not wanting to give her anymore grief than I already have.

"Yes mom, it's me," My breath catches in my throat, so much for being in control.

"Tyra! Where are you? I'll come and get you! Just tell me sweetie!" I know she is crying, since I got my easy tears from her, wiping my own eyes as I take a deep breath before speaking.

"You know where I am mommy, and you know I am not coming home, not yet,"
I hear the sob leaving my mom's lips, and my heart rips into a million pieces. She has been through enough, and now I put her through more.

"I know, I know sweetie," She whispers.

"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry for doing this to you! But I have to find him! You know I must! And I will! I'll bring him home! It'll all be ok, I promise," I sob.

We are both crying together, and I wish she was here with me, to wrap her soft arms around me, holding me close to her warm body and stroking my hair like she would. I miss her, and I almost break and tell her I will come home, that he will come back once he is ready. But then I catch a glimpse of his half smile, from deep within my memory, and I remember that phone call a month ago, when he finally called, crying, asking for my help, and I knew, I knew I can't go back, not now, not when I am so close to finding him.

"Promise you'll call me again," She whispers, and I know that by now, her tears stop falling, and her cheeks are dry.
"I promise," And I really do.

"I will put money in your account first thing tomorrow! I wish you had taken your phone with you,"
"I will get a new one tomorrow I promise mom, I'll be all right, I'm not alone, I am with a friend that is helping me," I hope that makes her feel slightly better.
"Good! I am happy you're not alone,"

"I miss you mom," I whisper.
"I miss you too, I miss you both, I miss you three," She says.
"I am going to hang up now," I sigh, fresh tears leaking from my eyes, knowing who the third person she is missing. I miss him too.
"I love you sweet Ty of mine,"
"I love you too mom," and I know she is waiting for me to hang up first. I wait another moment to hear her soft breaths on the other side, before hanging up.
When I do, I bring my knees to my chest letting the sobs I was holding in out. My body shaking with tears as I rested my forehead on my knees letting go of everything.

I don't hear Harry come out, but I feel his strong arms come around me pulling me close to him. He pulls me onto his lap, and strokes my hair while I cry on his shoulder.
I felt his cheek resting on the top of my head, and I think I felt his lips skim my temple, but I was so lost in my grief that I couldn't even care.

"We used to be perfect.. It seems like just yesterday, when we were perfect" I whisper.
"You are still perfect Tyra," Harry murmurs. I move my head, tucking it under his chin, resting my cheek against his chest, letting the comfort he was giving me seep in and warm my cold body.

"Come, let's go to sleep, we have a long drive tomorrow," Harry finally says, after what seemed like forever. I get up, and we both get into the king size bed.
I felt lost under the duvet, lost in such a big bed, feeling so alone. I inch over to Harry, who was staring at me, sympathy in his eyes.

"Don't feel sorry for me, there is nothing to be sorry for me, I'm fine, and it will just get better and better," I tell him.
"I am not feeling sorry for you, I am glad I met you Tyra, you are one strong 18 year old," He smirks.

"You make me sound like a little girl," I pull a face.
"Na… You are far from being one," He gives his head a slight shake.
"Good, so do me this one favor tonight," I ask of him.
"Anything to make a smile appear on that mouth of yours,"
"Just tonight.. Can you hold me?" I whisper.

He doesn't answer, but I feel him moving closer, and then his strong arm wrap around my body, pulling me even closer. The heat radiating from his body calmed me, and finally the loneliness I was feeling started to fade, as the sleep came, and I drifted away with it.

Notes

Another chapter for you, I just had to write it I couldn't wait.. so I posted it...
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What is her family's story?
And WHO IS MEGAN?

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