Through The Dark

The pain I was feeling was indescribable. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't even think.

I struggled to get free from Harry's grip, but he was too strong. Was he going to kill me right here? The idea that he was drinking from me...drinking MY blood...it scared me beyond my own fear.

"Harry...please," I said in a whisper. Even though it was quiet, I could still hear the pain in my voice.

Harry seemed to notice too as he pulled away and I sunk to the floor in shock. I brought my hand up to my neck and touched it. I looked at my hand which was now covered in my own blood.

Harry looked down at me in shock. The pain was so obvious in his eyes, I was so afraid of him.

I was breathing heavily as I held my neck and tears began streaming down my face. My entire body was shaking.

Harry finally came out of his shocked faze and went over to the kitchen sink again to begin washing the blood off of himself. I took this opportunity to crawl into the bathroom and quickly lock the door.

Not even a second later, Harry came pounding on the door.

"Brooklyn..." He pleadingly said,"Please don't....I have to heal you or you'll bleed out," I heard him hit the door a couple more times as I didn't respond. I just sat on the floor and held a towel that I had found to my neck. It hurt so badly.

I'd rather die, I thought. I couldn't trust him anymore, maybe I was never supposed to, but I was starting to before any of what just happened, happened. Maybe if I just sat in here and died...it would all be over. I wouldn't have to suffer anymore. I wouldn't have to see someone who I cared about hurt me. It would all end.

I slowly started to drift to, what felt like a sleepy state, when I heard the four other boys come pounding through the bus door, laughing. Then I heard them all stop.

"Harry, man, what's wrong? What happened?" Niall quickly asked as I assumed Harry was laying against the other side of the bathroom door.

"I....I hurt her. I did it...I bit her...She'd rather die, she'd rather give up on life because of me!" I heard the anger in his voice but I was surprised when I heard him sobbing. I started to cry again too, silently.

The boys must have been speechless.

"Where...where is she?" Zayn asked unknowingly.

"In the bathroom, she wouldn't let me heal her," Harry simply said while still crying.

"How do you know she's...erm...still alive?" Louis asked.

Harry paused at first, unsure.

"I've....been listening to her heart beat ever since I came back onto the tour bus," Harry said.

Woa. That's not so reassuring. I bet he just heard my heart race, because it is.

"C'mon, let's get her out of there.." Liam said as he lightly knocked on the door. I heard Harry stand up and move away from it.

"Brooklyn...please, we don't want to see you like this, I'm sorry you're hurting. Just please let us heal you, please just talk to us..." Liam said. He was so sweet and I wanted him to help me but I just....I was still so afraid of Harry. He was the only thing stopping me from coming out of here.

"She's still afraid of me. That's why she won't come out," Harry said with pain in his crackling voice. He's reading my mind again, I bet he never even stops. He reads me like a book.

Zayn quickly came to my rescue, like always.

"Brooke, I won't let him hurt you. None of us will let him hurt you, we swear. Just please...don't die...please," Zayn pleaded. I didn't want to die either. It's funny, they could have broken down the door. I knew that, they knew that. But they were giving me a choice. Live and fight, or die and be done with this all.

I slowly inched my way towards the door, I tried to stand up but I was so light headed. I felt like I would pass out any second. I tried again and stood up successfully, unlocked the door and slowly opened it, still holding the towel to my neck. I saw Zayn first and he put his arm around me, helping he stand. I looked around to all of the boys, I saw all of their worried expressions.

My eyes finally made contact with Harry's crying ones and I then everything went black.

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I awoke on a couch, the 'U' shaped one in the back of the bus. My head was on Niall's lap and he was stroking my hair. It was only us two back here.

"Hey, look who's awake," Niall said kindly as he helped me sit up.

"W-What happened?" I said in almost a whisper.

"You blacked out from the lack of blood, but we healed you and you're all better now," he said as he rubbed small circles on my back.

Healed? My hand quickly shot up to my neck. I felt nothing but two small bumps. I grabbed my phone from the small end table and turned the camera on, inspecting my neck. It was barely noticeable, just a bit red. I then saw the giant bruise that surrounded my entire wrist and gasped slightly.

"Yeah...Harry's pretty strong when he's angry..." Niall gave a tiny, comforting laugh," but it'll fade eventually, babe....I can tell he'll never hurt you like that again,"

I looked up into Niall's kind, blue eyes and he gave me a smile that showed how genuine he was. I trusted Niall, he was like a brother or a best friend.

Our eye contact was interrupted when the door to the back room was opened. Liam walked in first and looked surprised,

" Oh, hello love," he said. I gave him a tiny smile in return.

He turned around and shouted, "Boys, she's awake," and then entered the room.

He took a seat next to me and then Louis and Zayn came in the room followed by...Harry.

My eyes widened when I saw him and I quickly found myself moving into Niall's arms.

He accepted me and held me close to him. I buried my face into his white shirt and stayed there. I was shaking. I don't know what made me do this, it must have been all of my fear taking over me.

"Brooklyn...." Zayn started to say," Can we please talk, babe, please?"

I shook my head 'no' slightly as I felt Niall rubbing my back.

I felt Niall's chest vibrate as he began to speak,

"How about you guys leave Brooklyn, Harry, and I in here alone for a few minutes? I think that would make her more comfortable..." Niall said.

My head shot up as my eyes met Niall's.

What? I was thinking, WHAT? Leave me in a room with Harry. No, never. I mean I know Niall will be here, but no. No. No.

I was frozen though, I didn't know what to do. Everyone looked confused until I saw Niall shoot them a look and Zayn, Louis, and Liam all left.

I gulped. I looked over at Harry and saw him looking at me solemnly. I could tell he had been crying, hard. Harry looked down and put his head in his hands as he sat across from me.

Niall noticed the awkward tension in the room and spoke up.

"How do you feel, Brooklyn?" he asked calmly. HOW DO I FEEL NIALL? Do you really want me to answer that?

I took a breathe and found my courage to speak.

"Afraid," I said in a whisper. Harry's head shot up.

"...of what?" Niall asked. I gave him a stern look, he should know what I'm afraid of.

I didn't want to answer, I didn't really. But Harry needed to hear it.

"....Harry...." I said in another whisper as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Then Niall gave Harry a look, but Harry didn't make eye contact with anyone.

He just sat there, with his hands in fists in front of his mouth. It doesn't take a mind reader to know how Harry was feeling, he was feeling sorry and guilty and....

Then Niall did something that I wasn't expecting.

He stood up and walked out of the door, leaving just me and Harry in here. He turned to face me and gave me a reassuring smile before he shut the door and I heard it lock. Harry looked as shocked as I did.

Great, now I'm stuck in a room with my biggest fear.

Notes

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