Living The Dream

Rebecca's POV:

After I told them Perrie, El, Dani, Zayn, Louis, and Liam left. But the rest of them were just standing there. Staring at the ground, faces pale.

"Please say something." I whispered.

They stayed silent.

"It was my fault. I should've gone with Harry to get drinks." I said. Finally they looked up.

"No Rebecca, if it was anyone's fault it's mine!" Harry yelled.

"Yeah Harry! It was your fault! You left my little sister in the middle of a crowded dangerous club!" Ethan yelled.

"Stop. All of you. It was no ones fault. Rebecca just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and if you don't mind I haven't gotten the chance to talk to her yet so out." Brigid said harshly. They all walked out. Thank god for that blonde.

Brigid's POV:

She was laying down on her squishy hospital bed. I walked over to her and she tried to sit up. But it was to hard or her. It her hurt to bad. I helped her sit up and then I sat next to her.

"No ones really asked you if you were really okay yet. So are you okay?" I asked. She shook her head no. The tears began forming in her eyes.

"It hurt so bad." She cried the tears now falling. "Everytime I sleep the memory comes back into my head. Brigid he was wearing a damn mask! And this fucking asshole has the nerve to come and rape me?! Why me? Why?" She says now crying hard into my shoulder. I hug her and try and calm her down while her tears stain my shirt.

"Rebecca you have to listen to me, we might not ever find the guy who did this to you. Let me see the scar." I said.

She lifted up her gown and I saw it. It had a bandage on it but it had blood seeping through the cloth. This breaks me so much inside. She needs to be okay.


Harry's POV:

We all sat in the hallway listening to the faint sobs coming from the room. This really was my fault. And everyone knew it. Even Rebecca. I stand and start pacing back and forth, running my hands through my hair repeatedly. Ethan already doesn't like me enough. This doesn't really help with that but I have more important things to worry about. Suddenly the door opens and Brigid walks out.

"Were letting her get her rest but I am staying in this hallway." She said and sat down on the floor. Everyone nodded and did the same.

Rebecca's POV:

Brigid gave me my phone. Okay first Instagram. I start scrolling through my feed and stop on a picture of Harry's. It's me, sleeping, in this bed! With the hashtag #prayforrebecca! I kept scrolling and seeing that so many other people did that too! I go on twitter and it's the same thing! I didn't know getting stabbed could get you that much attention! Well at least now I'm going to sleep happy!


Hopefully no nightmares.

Notes

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