Change Me ***EDITING***

Brooklyn's Pov

The next few days went by in a blur.
I spent my days drawing and listening to music in my room. Harry had come in everyday to check on me. He had tried to make conversation, but I told him I didn't want to talk. I was too upset about Zayn leaving.
Harry understood.
So everyday after that, he would simply sit next to me silently and read while I drew. I'm not really sure why he did it. I thought after the first couple of days, he would get bored. But he didnt.

Today was sunday, and just like everyday this week, Harry was laying on my bed reading.
I sat at my desk and tried to think of what to draw. After a good ten minutes of just sitting there with my pencil in my hand, I put it down and let out an exasperated sigh. I was fresh out of ideas on what to draw.

Suddenly, Harry put his book down, and walked over to me.
He looked down at my blank sketch paper.
"can't think of anything to draw huh?" He asked
"Nope." I answered.
"Well, mind if I draw you something?"
"Uh. Sure. Why not."

I handed him my sketchbook and pencil.

"What are you going to draw?" I asked curiously.
"It's a surprise." He said, sitting back down on my bed with the sketchbook in his lap.

I couldn't help but notice how his muscles flexed every time he moved the pencil across the page.
I forced myself to stop staring.

"Hey Brooklyn?" Harry asked, breaking the silence.
"Hmm" I answered.
"My mom, and the guys are all worried about you. Especially Zayn.. This past week, you've hardly come out of your room at all. And you haven't spoken to anyone. They all miss you. I know you're upset about Zayn, but is there something else that's bothering you? You can talk to me.." He said.

He looked so worried. So I decided to tell him what was going on and why I've been acting so strange lately.
I walked over and sat down on my bed, next to Harry.

"My father...He was sent to prison nine years ago for severely beating me, neglecting me, and severe drug use. He was supposed to be in prison for life, but a few days ago I got an email from the prison...They told me my father was being released in a month on parole. Can you believe that? His request for parole got accepted." I explained, my voice quivering.

Finally I couldn't take it, and I let the tears fall from my eyes.
I started full-on crying, thats when Harry gently lifted me onto his lap. He rubbed his hands soothingly on my thighs, and played with my hair until I could calm down.

"I'm so scared Harry. What if he finds me?" I asked worriedly.
"He won't. I'll protect you Brookie. I promise." Harry answered.
"Promise?" I whispered.
"Pinky promies." Harry said, wrapping his pinky around mine.

I gave Harry a small kiss on the cheek, then unwrapped my legs from around his hips, trying to get off of his lap.
but he held onto me tighter.

"Harry, i'm trying to get up!" I chuckled.
"Why? I like you right here." Harry said, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his hips again.
"Can i pleaaaase get up?" I whined, putting on my best puppy dog face.
"Mmmm fine. But only if you celebrate with me and the guys tonight." Harry smiled, his dimples popping out.
"Celebrate? For what?" I asked.
"Celebrating that Liam, Louis, and Zayn got into college." Harry explained.
"Oh yeah I forgot you told me that a few days ago.." I mumbled.
"We're not doing anything huge, just gonna have a couple beers and watch a movie or something." He replied.
"Alright fine." I agreed.
"Great" Harry smiled again.

He finally let me get off of his lap, and I stood up.
"oh wait. I almost forgot. The drawing I made you" Harry said, handing me the piece of paper.

I looked at it, it was so beautiful. I had no idea Harry could draw so well. It was a drawing of a very detailed flower.

"Harry..This is incredible. What kind of flower is it?" I asked.
"Thank you. Its a lotus flower. It grows in the mud. The deeper and thicker the mud, the more beautiful the lotus blooms. Just like the lotus, we too have the ability to rise from the mud, bloom out of the darkness and radiate into the world. And thats what you have done Brooklyn, you came from a dark past, and yet you still managed to become this beautiful person inside and out. You amaze me. Youre my lotus flower." Harry said, and then flashed me a shy smile.

I was speechless. No one had ever said something like that to me before.

"Harry...Thank you so much. I don't know what to say..." I said.
Before he could say anything back, I hugged him tightly.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, and we just stayed like that for a while.

'I'm his lotus flower..' i thought to myself.

Notes

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(more stuff is gonna happen soon, this was kinda just a filler. )