Change Me ***EDITING***

I woke up with Harry laying on me. His head was on my stomach, his arms were around my waist, and his legs entwined with mine.

Harry sleeps in the weirdest positions, i'm kind of used to it by now.

"Harry wake up" I moved his hair out of his face.

"No" he groaned.

"Yes. We've got school today, we can't be late."

"Give me five more minutes." he yawned.

"Fine, but will you at least get off of me so I can get up?" I wiggled from underneath him.

"But I like cuddling youuu" he whined.

"Tough luck. Now get off." I chuckled.

He sighed and moved off of me.


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After Harry and I had both finished getting ready, we walked to school. (We had to walk since the car was in the repair shop)

When we got there, we got out our schedules. We found out we only have one class together. The last class of the day, which is p.e. We don't even have the same lunch together.

The bell rang, signaling everyone to get to their classes. I had english, and Harry had science.

"C'mon, I'll walk you to your class" Harry offered.

"No, it's okay. I don't want you to be late."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll see you later" I smiled.

'Alright, bye babe." he winked.


I was on my way to English, until I realized I left my English folder in my locker.

"Fuck" I swore under my breath. I turned around and made my way past all of the students, and back to my locker.

I'm going to be late for sure...

I quickly opened my locker and grabbed my folder.

I slammed it shut, and turned around.

Thats when I felt someone bump into me.

"Watch it!" I exclaimed, looking up at the stranger in front of me.

He was tall, and wore an acid wash jean jacket with black skinny jeans. His hair was quiffed up, and he had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Aren't you going to apologize?" I questioned, annoyed that he still hadn't said anything.

"To be honest, I bumped into you on purpose" he smirked, taking a drag out of his cigarette.

"Why would you do that? And stop smoking in here! You're going to get in trouble!" I scolded.

"You're bossy." he chuckled, dropping his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. "I bumped into you so I could have a reason to talk to you."

"Hey, heres an idea, next time just come up and talk to me without almost knocking me over!" I replied harshly.

"You're not like most girls around here.." he observed, completely ignoring what I said.

"How do you mean?" I questioned.

Just then the bell rang. Signaling that anyone who was not in class, was now late.

The guy, (whatever his name was) walked off before I could respond, or ask him what he meant when he said I was "different"

And now I'm late to class, on my first day. Fuck.

When I got to class, Ms. white asked why I was late. I told her I was new here and didn't know my way around. Luckily she bought it.

The class period went by fast, I sat next to a girl named Cassie and we talked the whole time. She was actually really nice, she gave me her number and we planned to hangout sometime.

The next three class period went by quickly as well, it was now time for lunch.

I stood in line to get my food. Nothing looked good, so I just grabbed an apple. Thats when I saw the guy who bumped into me earlier walking my way.

"Hey bossy" he smirked. I rolled my eyes at the nickname.

"Hey mystery boy. You still haven't told me your name yet." I replied.

"And you haven't told me yours." he challened.

"Brooklyn." I stuck out my hand for him to shake.

"Connor." he responded, shaking my hand.

We released each others hands.

"Come on, I want you to meet my friends." he smiled, walking towards the double doors that lead outside.

"Why?" I asked, but followed him nonetheless.

Its not like I have anyone else to sit with anyways...

"Because they'll like you" he answered still walking.

I decided not to respond, and just follow him. We were nearing a tree where one guy sat, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey Connor. Who's the girl?" the blonde guy asked, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

"I'm Brooklyn, and you are?" I asked, as Connor and I sat down on the grass.

"Parker. So I'm guessing you're new here?" he questioned.

"Yup." I responded, popping the 'P'

"Well. Stick with us kid. Most of the people in this school are fake bitches." he chuckled.

"How do you know i'm not one of those 'fake bitches'?" I challenged, raising my eyebrow.

"Mostly the way that you dress" he answered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well...Do you see those girls over there?" he pointed straight ahead.

"Yeah..."

"They're all wearing short skirts, and high heels. Their makeup is plastered on, along with their fake tans. Now take a look at yourself. You're wearing combat boots and ripped jeans. Do you see where I'm going with this?" he raised his eyebrows at me.

"I guess..." I answered truthfully.

"At this school, there are three types of people. The nerds, the preps, and the punks. You're not a prep, you're definetely not a nerd, so that means you're one of us." Connor explained.

"You guys are good at this" I laughed. They laughed along.

Just then, two other guys and a girl walked up.

Wait.. was that Cassie?

"Brooklyn?" She smiled when she saw me.

"Hey!" I stood up and she hugged me.

"I didn't know you knew Connor" we sat back down.

"Well, I bumped into her this morning. Literally." he spoke, winking at me.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

The two other guys sat down, and Cassie introduced me to them. The one with dirty blonde hair and gauges was Devin, and the one with wavy hair was Ryker.

"Theres a party tonight at blakes house. We should go." Devin announced.

"Who's Blake?" I questioned.

"He's one of our friends. He graduated last year." Cassie explained.

"So, you guys down or what?" Devin asked.

Everyone agreed except me.

"C'mon Brooklyn. We're only going if you go." Ryker announced.

Everyone looked at me, waiting for my answer.

It's just a party, why not?

"Fine. I'll go." I said.

They all cheered.

We talked for a bit longer, until the bell rang. We all said our goodbyes and went our seperate ways.

The next three class periods went by slowly. I couldn't wait to get to p.e. and see Harry. I wonder how his first day has gone so far. Ryker ended up being in my history class, which was quite entertaining because him and Mr. Hobs don't get along. They got into an arguement which resulted in Ryker getting sent to the principles office. Finally, after History was over, it was time for p.e.

I walked downstairs for gym, and into the girls locker room to get changed.

Once I was changed, I opened the door and walked out. I spotted Cassie and Parker talking next to the basketball hoop. I didn't know they were in this class..

I walked over to them. Cassie jumped on me when she saw me, causing us to fall over.

"What the hell cassie?"

We burst into laughter.

Just then I saw Harry talking to some guy.

"I'll be right back" I told Parker and Cassie, as the guy walked away.

I walked over.

His eyes brightened as soon as he saw me, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hi" I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Hi" he smirked.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"It just got a lot better, seeing you in those shorts."

"Oh shut up" I playfully smacked his shoulder.

"I'm serious. This whole class, all im going to be thinking about is taking them off of you." he mumbled in my ear.

I could feel my face turn pink at his words. Before I could say anything, Mr. Emerson blew his whistle.

"Hey. How was school." Niall asked us, as we walked in the door.

"It was good. But we've got lots of homework, so we're gonna go do it.." Harry answered, practically yanking me down the stairs and into his room.

"What's the rush Ha-" he cut me off by pushing me up against the door and kissing me.

"Don't worry. This time, we'll lock the door." Harry said, reaching behind me and locking his bedroom door.

"Harry, we have homework." I argued.

"Homework can wait." he insisted.

I could tell by his tone of voice that he was sexually frusturated. And honestly? I was too.

He picked me up, and layed me on the bed.

I pull his body close, until our hips are touching. I feel his arousal against me, and my panties grow wet in response.

"I want you so bad." he mumbled.

"I'm all yours." I replied, running my fingers down his back.

Harry smiled, leaning his head down and kissing me hard. He deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue in my mouth. I welcomed it against mine.

He broke the kiss, only for a moment to pull my shirt over my head. Leaving me in my bra. I then, unclipped my bra and threw it on the floor.

"You're beautiful, baby" he whispered.

In response I pulled his head down and reattached our lips.

I reached down and started pulling up his shirt, he got the hint and propped himself up, pulling the shirt over his head.

My eyes trailed down to his stitches. I gently placed my fingers over them.

"Are you sure you're okay to do this?" I questioned worriedly. I didn't want him hurting his stomach.

Harry nodded, unbuttoning my pants. He slid my jeans, and panties down my legs. He began slowly stroking his finger over my entrance.

"You're so wet." he mumbled, looking up at me.

"Harry please.. No foreplay. I need you." I whimpered.

He smirked, pulling off his pants, along with his boxers. I heard the crinkle of a foil packet, and then he was hovering above me.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" he said, as I felt him slowly start to enter me.

When he was about halfway in, I gasped in pain. He stopped and held himself still.

"Are you okay?" he asked, even though I could tell it was taking him everything he had not to start moving inside of me.

I nodded.

"Fuck." he groaned. "I'm gonna start moving now."

I cried out as he began pounding into me. The pleasure took over the pain, and my eyes rolled back into my head as he continuously hit my g-spot.

I arched my back, and dug my nails into his back.

"Brook..Fuck." Harry groaned, I could tell that he was close and so was I.

"Harry.." I moaned out.

"Come with me baby" he said, placing his lips on mine.

We both reached our orgasms and I sighed heavily as Harry thrusted into me one last time. He shudered as he came. He slid off the condom and threw it in the trash bin.

He collapsed on the bed next to me and we both took a minute to catch our breath.

I scooted closer to Harry and laid my head on his chest. He covered our bodies with a blanket.

"That was way better than doing homework." Harry said.

"Definetely" I agreed.


*****



After Harry and I got dressed we headed up stairs to do homework.

Just then my phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that Connor was calling me.

I hit answer.

Me: Hello?

Connor: Hey. You still wanna come to the party tonight?

Me: I dont know Connor..I have plans at seven..

(It was true. Harry and I have a date at 7. I had forgotten all about it earlier when they asked if I wanted to go to the party)

Connor: So? The party doesn't start until eleven thirty.

Me: Oh, okay then. I guess I'll come.

Connor: Great, I'll pick you up at eleven thirty.

Me: Alright, see you then.


I hung up the phone.

"Who's Connor?" Harry questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"This guy I met today. He invited me to a party. It starts at eleven. Do you want to come?"

"What's his last name?" Harry asked.

"I think its Hastings..Why?" I answered.

"Connor Hastings? I've heard bad things about him and his friends. I don't want you going to that party tonight."

"Connor is my friend, and I'm going to the party." I replied, annoyed.

"No. I don't want you hanging out with Connor. You're not going to the party." Harry shouted.

"Why are you being like this?" I asked.

"I don't trust Connor!"

"You dont know him!"

"Neither do you! You met him today! How much do you really know about him?"

"I know enough. I'm sorry Harry, but you can't control who i'm friends with." I shook my head, walking away.

"Don't fucking walk away! This discussion isn't over." He grabbed my wrist.

"Actually, it is. Let go of me." I yanked my wrist away, forcing it out of his grip.

I walked downstairs and into my room.

Who the hell does Harry think he is?

He doesn't even know Connor and he's judging him off of the rumors he's heard.

Just then, I heard Harry curse loudly, and then the sound of the front door slamming.

Great! So now he's leaving?

"Fuck!" I curse, running my hands through my hair.

I'm going to that party, whether Harry likes it or not.

****



Hours passed and Harry still wasn't back.

Connor came at eleven thirty and picked me up. We showed up at the party and I met a few new people. After we smoke a few blunts and drank a few beers, I decided I wanted to go home.

Connor offered to drive me, but he was drunk off his ass so I politely declined.

I grabbed my shoes that I had ditched earlier, and slipped them on. I decided to walk home since Blakes house is only a couple blocks from mine.

It was really late. Probably four a.m.



As I walked along the pavement, I heard the sound of a car. I turned around and saw a car behind me, it was driving awfully slow... I shrugged and continued walking, thinking nothing of it in my drunken state.

That's when the car drove right up next to me, then stopped. I heard someone get out, and thats when I started to panic. I started to run, but not fast enough. The person grabbed me, and put a cloth over my face. Everything went black.

Notes

sorry I didn't edit this one. I didn't have time. My mom took away my tablet and my computer so I'll update whenever I get the chance.
Hope you liked this chapter.

xx