Change Me ***EDITING***

Brooklyn's pov

"Oh hi brook" Harry slurred.
"Uhh why are you in my closet?" I asked.
"You see this door right here?" Harry asked, pointing to the locked door inside of my closet.
i nodded
"open it" he said
"I tried. It's locked" I said.
"Just try again." Harry replied.
"Fine.."
I grabbed the door nob and twisted, and this time the door wasn't locked. I pushed it open and it led right to........Harry's closet?!
"Uh this is a little strange..." I said, stepping into Harry's closet.
I stood there a moment, before walking through the door back into mine.
I closed the door behind me.
"Yep, there's a door in your closet that leads to my closet. I found that out earlierrrr. Feel free to sneak into my room anytimeeeeee" Harry said, drunkenly. He then tried to stand up, but he ended up just falling on his ass.
He sat there for a moment.
His smile, turned into a frown and tears started falling out of his eyes.
i quickly sat down next to him and put my arm around his shoulder, trying to comfort him.
I felt a little awkward tho, I'm not great at comforting people.
"Shhh. Harry what's wrong?" I asked.
"I miss my step mom so much. My bastard of a father took her from me. She was the only person who believed in me. And now, I'm living with my real mother, and I should be happy. But I'm scared, what if she decides to leave again?" Harry asked, crying harder.
"She won't leave again Harry. She loves you. Everything is going to be alright" I said, rubbing his back.
He didn't respond, so we just sat there in silence for a few minutes.
"Why are you drinking, Harry?" I whispered.
"It's what I do when I get upset. I drink, or have meaningless sex with girls. Sometimes both. " Harry replied, monotone.
"Why? What's the point? Can't you find something else to do when your upset? Something healthy like..go for a run. Or read a book, or listen to music" I said.
I waited for him to respond but he didnt, I looked over at him confused but saw that he was passed out.
Great.
It took a lot of work, but finally I draped Harry's arm over my shoulder, and dragged him into his bed.
I took of his shoes.
Then I undid his belt, and took it off, feeling a little awkward.
i decided to leave his pants on because I didn't want the job of taking them off.
I pulled the covers over him, and sat down on his bed.
I felt so bad for Harry.
Hes been through so much.
He acts tough on the outside, but little does anyone know, he's broken on the inside.
I wish I could fix him, I just don't know how.
"oh Harry...I'm so sorry" I whispered, kissing his forehead.
I walked over to his closet door, ready to go back to my own room.
I thought Harry was asleep, until he spoke.

"Brooklyn..I wish we had never met"

Notes

Oooooh shiz.
Why do you think Harry said that??
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