Change Me ***EDITING***

Harry's pov

I woke up in a haze.

The only sound I could hear was the beeping of a monitor.

My eyes were still closed, but I could see a harsh glow on the back of my eyelids.

I slowly opened them, and had to blink a few times to adjust them to the bright light.

I looked around, and I noticed I was in a hospital room.

That explains the uncomfortable bed I'm laying on, and the harsh smell of latex gloves and Lysol.

It took me a minute to realize why I was in the hospital.

But then I remembered.

The car crash.

I don't remember getting injured tho... All I remember was the car speeding towards me. It almost looked whoever crashed into me, did it on purpose.
After that everything went black.

I lifted up my arms a bit, trying to figure out where I was hurt.
But my arms felt fine, as well as my legs.

It was when I tried to sit up, when I felt the pain in my stomach.

"Shit..."

I lifted up the hospital gown to get a look at it. There was a white bandage wrapped around my stomach.

What the...

Just then a female doctor in a long white coat walked in the room.

I quickly pulled the gown back down, so I was covered.

"Oh good you're awake" she said, looking up at me.
"Do you remember what happened?" She asked, sitting on the chair next to my bed.

"Sort of. I remember the car crashing into me, but that's it. I don't remember what happened after that. What happened to my stomach?" I asked.

"Well. The windshield shattered, causing a big piece of glass to get stuck in your abdomen. You were bleeding pretty bad, luckily a witness called 911, or else you wouldn't be alive right now. You lost sixty percent of all the blood in your body. We had to remove the glass, stitch you up, and give you a blood transfusion." The doctor informed me.

"Oh...well I'm all fixed up now, and free to go. Right?" I asked eagerly.

I feel fine, and I really just want to see Brooklyn right now.

"Actually, you're not free for discharge until tomorrow morning. We want to keep you overnight to make sure you're feeling well. Okay?"

I nodded.

"Im going to go out and let you rest. Push the call button if you need anything." She smiled, walking out and shutting the door behind her.

I need to get home. I'm supposed to be protecting Brooklyn while my father is in New York. What if Niall wasn't around and something bad happened to her while I was gone?

I looked to the chair where my clothes were sitting.

I carefully got out of the hospital bed, my stomach hurting with each move.

Whatever pain medicine they gave me, was obviously wearing off.

I took the i.v. out of my arm and picked up my clothes.
My shirt had dried blood on it, and my jeans were ripped.

"These will have to do.." I said under my breath.

It took about ten minutes just to get my pants on, since bending over to put them on was nearly impossible.

Once they were finally on, I slipped the blood stained Tshirt over my head.

Then, I slipped on my shoes and opened the door as quiet as I could.

I checked to see if there were any doctors or nurses around, and when the coast was clear, I made my way to the exit.

I quickly pushed open the door, and stepped outside.

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Brooklyn's pov

"Niall, he's still not back. I think we should call the police, what if Robert did something to him?" I questioned.

Ive been worried out of my mind all day about Harry.

"It's eight p.m. Lets wait an hour. If hes not back by then, we will call the police." He responded, handing me a mug of tea.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Thats probably him" Niall said, and I prayed it was.

Niall and I both got out of our seats to answer the door, however I got there first. I unlocked it and pulled it open, expecting it to be Harry.

Except it wasn't.

"Zayn? What are you doing here?" I asked, a bit confused.

He was standing on the doorstep with a suit case in his hand.

"It's a long story, are you gonna let me in, or not?" He snapped.

I opened the door wider, and he stepped in.

He took his suit case down to his room, while Niall and I stood there confused.
Zayn left for college only a few days ago...

Zayn came up the stairs, looking really pissed off.

"Are you going to tell us what happened?" Niall asked, following Zayn into the kitchen. I followed right behind him.

"I got expelled." Zayn mumbled, pulling a can of beer out of the fridge, and taking a swig.

"What? How?" Niall asked, shocked.

"My professor caught me smoking a joint on school grounds."

"Why the hell would you smoke pot on school grounds? Plus, I thought you decided to quit." I spoke up, grabbing the can from Zayns hands and taking a sip.

Zayn ran his hands through his hair.

"I had a huge test today, and I was really stressed out. I needed to relax. I didn't think I was gonna get caught!"

We were all silent for a moment.

"What're you gonna do now, Zayn?" Niall asked, taking the beer from my hands and sipping on it

"Im not sure. All I know, is I wanna get really high." Zayn answered, pulling a plastic bag out of his pocket.

Suddenly I heard the front door open.

"Guys...Did you hear that?" I whispered.

They shook their heads.
We listened for a moment, and we heard footsteps coming down the hall.

All of a sudden, Harry walked in the kitchen. His shirt bloody, and his jeans torn.

"Harry? Oh my god, what happened to you?!" I panicked, rushing over to him.

"Im fine, it's kind of a long story." Harry answered, weakly.

"Why were you bleeding?" Niall questioned, motioning to Harry's shirt.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look awful, mate." Zayn added.

"Im fine, I just need to get myself cleaned up. Then I'll explain everything" Harry said

I helped Harry down the stairs, and wondered what could've possibly happened to him.

We got in the bathroom, and that's when Harry took of his shirt.

Hos stomach was all bandaged up.

"Harry, what the hell happened?" I whispered, running my fingertips over the bandages.
He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, before speaking.

"I got into a car accident. I woke up in the hospital and the doctor told me that part of the windshield got stuck in my stomach. I lost a lot of blood and had to get a blood transfusion. I wasn't supposed to leave until tomorrow morning, but I had to see you, so I walked home."

"Oh my god..I don't know what I would have done if I lost you" I cried, covering my face with my hands.

Thats when Harry wrapped his arms around me. I layed my head on his chest.

"Dont cry. You didn't lose me, I'm right here." He assured me.

"We should get you cleaned up" I said, once I finally calmed down.

I let go of him.

He nodded, dropping his arms to his sides.

I grabbed some peroxide and a washcloth from under the sink. I poured the peroxide on the washcloth.

"This is going to sting a little bit" I warned.

I dabbed the washcloth on the cuts on his face.
He winced, but let me continue nonetheless.

Once I was finished, I grabbed him some fresh clothes.
While he was getting dressed, I cleaned up the sink mess.

"Uh Brook?" Harry started.

"Yeah?" I responded.

"Can you help me get my pants on? My stomach hurts everytime I try to bend..." He asked shyly.

"Of course" I took the jeans from his hand, and pulled them up over his ankles, then all the way up his legs and around his hips.

"Thanks" he smirked as he buttoned them.

"Ive gotta say, even after getting in a car crash and spending the whole day in the hospital, you still look sexy." I announced.

Harry chuckled, pulling me to him, and kissing me hotly on the lips. His lips began moving, and mine followed. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth more. He slipped his tongue inside, and our tongues collided.
He pushed me up against the wall, and I grabbed a fistful of his hair.

His hand trailed down my stomach, until he got to the waistband of my leggings. He kept his hand there for a moment, before slipping it into the front of my leggings.

He continued kissing me as he pushed my panties to the side and slowly began rubbing in between my thighs.

"Hey are you guys done-woah" Niall walked in the room and stopped as soon as he saw Harry and I.

Harry quickly pulled his hand away, and my face was surely a bright red.

"Uh we need to fill Zayn in on what's going on... So whenever you're done I guess..bye!" With that he ran up the stairs.

Harry and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"We should've locked the door! I exclaimed, running my hands through my hair.

Harry chuckled.

"Don't worry baby, we'll finish this later." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

With that, he grabbed my hand in his own, and we walked up the stairs.

We haven't told Zayn, Louis, or Liam anything that's been going on with Robert. We didnt want to stress them out while their at college.

So what were about to tell Zayn, is probably gonna be a big shock for him.

As we reached the top of the stairs, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out.

It was a text from an unknown number, a.k.a. Robert.
Harry saw the screen, and told me to open the message. So I did.

The text said
*'How will Harry save you now?'*

"Harry, do you think Robert was the one who-" I started

"yes" was all he said.

His hands clenched into fists, and his breathing quickened.

I knew what was going to happen next.
He would start punching walls, and throwing things, and yelling just like last time he got angry.

So I did all I could think of to try and calm him down before things got worse.

I wrapped my arms around his torso and laid my head on his chest. Pulling him as close to me as possible, hoping it would work.

Just as I suspected, his breathing slowed, and his hands unclenched. He hugged me back, and I felt him relax.

Notes

I'm so sorry it's been SO LONG since I last updated. Ive just been really busy lately.

So here's a kinda long chapter(:

**didnt edit it. Sorry if there's spelling errors, but I'm tired**

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