Change Me ***EDITING***

Brooklyns pov

The next week flew by quickly. I finally started coming out of my room, and Niall, Harry, and I spent as much time as possible with Liam, Louis, and Zayn.
Zayn and I also talked everything through again, and both agreed it was good we ended things when we did. Some things just don't last. And that's okay.
"Can we just...forget about everything and start over as friends?" I had asked.
"Of course. Best friends." Zayn smiled.

Today Louis, Liam and Zayn left . Harry drove Anne's car to the airport.
We all said our goodbyes, we hugged, we cried, (even tho Harry and Liam wouldn't admit it, they were crying) and we made them promise to visit us whenever possible.

As Niall, Harry and I drove home, none of us spoke. We were too sad about the others leaving.
Just then, I remembered the creepy text I had gotten a couple weeks ago.
I forgot to ask the guys if it was them who had text me.

"Hey guys...can I ask you something?" I asked, feeling uneasy at the thought of those texts.
"You just did" Harry joked, stopping at the red light.
I sighed and cracked my knuckles. A bad habit that I have.
Harry looked over at me, a concerned look on his face.

"You're stressed out about something...what is it?"
"How do you know i'm stressed?" I gave him a questioning look.
"Whenever you're stressed out, or worried, you sigh and pop your knuckles." Harry explained.
"Okay..Thats a little creepy that you know that, mate" Niall chuckled from the backseat.
"Yeah it is a little creepy" I joked along.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm good at reading body language. And whenever i'm around someone a lot, I pick up on things they do" He shrugged.
"Alright well you're right. I am a little stressed about something. But you know what, its probably nothing. Just a weird text I had gotten from an unknown number." I shook my head.
"What? What kind of weird text?" Harry asked worriedly, gripping the steering wheel.
"It said 'Nice bedroom' and underneath the text was a photo of my bedroom...I thought it was Louis trying to freak me out. So I texted back. The person replied back saying "It's not Louis, have a nice night. I'll be seeing you." I explained
"What?! Why didn't you tell me until now?!" Harry shouted, pulling into our driveway and slamming on the brakes.
"I thought it was just one of the guys pulling a prank on me to freak me out!" I shouted back, not nearly as loud as him.

Harry didn't reply, just shut off the car, and ran inside.
Niall and I ran after him. We found him in his bedroom. He was searching through his desk drawer for something.
"Harry what the hell is going on?" I asked.
He didn't answer, just kept searching frantically through his desk. Finally he found what he was looking for, his phone. He pulled it out.

"Have a nice night?! Have a nice fucking night?! There's only one person I know who says that."
Harry muttered to himself, scrolling through his phone.
What is he looking for on there?!

"Who Harry?" I asked.

He finally looked up at me. His eyes seemed to turn a darker shade of green as he said
"My father"

"What? How?" Niall asked in disbelief.
"How the fuck should I know?" Harry replied harshly.
"Stop being a dick. Who are you calling?" Niall asked as Harry dialed a number and pressed his phone against his ear.
"The prison he's -supposed- to be at." Harry answered.
"Put it on speaker" I spoke up.

So he did.

It rang, and rang until finally, someone answered.
"Hello?" We heard a woman say.
"Hi is this the Redwood Prison?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Are you calling to set up a visit with one of the inmates?" The woman asked.
"No, no" Harry quickly responded. "This is Harry Styles. Is inmate Robert Styles still in his cell?" He asked worriedly, balling his fist up.
"Oh dear...You're Harry Styles? You were under the list of Roberts relatives...We've been trying to get a hold of you to notify you that your father escaped. We're not sure how"

Harry dropped his phone.

"No!" He yelled.
"No! Fuck...No!" His breathing became heavy.

I broke down crying.
Niall grabbed Harry's phone and hung up, before coming over and wrapping his arms around me.
I'm scared. Really, really, scared.

Harry started throwing things.
I quickly wiped my tears.
"Harry-" I started, but Niall grabbed my arm and shook his head.
"When he gets angry, it can get pretty bad...We should go out." Niall said, but I moved out of his grasp.
"I'm not leaving him. Let me try and calm him down."
"Brookie...You could get hurt. Harry would never hurt you on purpose, but his anger is uncontrollable when he gets like this" He motioned to Harry, who was punching the wall, and cursing.
"I'll be fine Ni, you can go out." I said to him.

Niall gave me one long, worried look before shaking his head and walking to the door.
"Brookie are you sure?" He turned around.
I nodded.

Niall left, and I took a deep breath before walking over to Harry -who had now successfully punched a hole in the wall.
He was rubbing his bruised knuckles.
"Fuck" he muttered.
I stood directly in front of him now. I gently took his injured hand, and kissed each of his knuckles.
"Brooklyn...I don't want you seeing me like this. You should leave" Harry said, turning around and looking out the window. His breathing was still hard, and fast. I could tell he was trying to calm himself down, but it wasn't working.
His back still facing me, I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his back. I said the same words to Harry, that he's said to me countless times these past couple weeks.
"I'm not going anywhere"
He let out a sigh of relief, and I could feel his breathing start to slow. His tense muscles relaxed slightly, and he finally turned around to face me.

"You did it...You actually calmed me down. No ones ever been able to before..." Harry whispered, hugging me back. And before I knew it, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips.
This kiss was different from the others we shared.
This one was full of desire, and longing. It was rough, yet passionate. My lips tingled.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and looked into my eyes.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, Brooklyn Smith."
"Well feel free to do it anytime you want, Harry Styles." I winked.
He chuckled, and rested his head in the crook of my neck.

Just then, my phone beeped from inside of my pocket.
Harry immediately tensed up.
"It's okay" I whispered in his ear.
I let go of him to grab my phone out of my pocket.
I looked down at my phone and sighed, my heart beating faster.

It was from an unknown number.
the text said : 7 more days... I'll be seeing ya.

Harry grabbed the phone from my hands and read the text.

"What does that even mean? Seven more days till what?" Harry questioned out loud.

"Until your father does whatever he's been planning to do"

Notes

sorry i didn't edit this chapter.
And sorry for not updating for five days i was just really busy!

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