My Brother, Harry Styles?(One Direction FanFicton)

Chapter 17

NARRATOR'S POV:

She showed no signs of waking at all till now....

HARLEIGH'S POV:

Why is it so bright? Where am I?

"Ehh, ouch." I try to move, but only to find that it hurts.

"Harleigh? Harleigh? Are you okay?" I hear a slow, deep, British accent ask me.

I'm a Directioner so of course I know its....HARRY STYLES!!!

"WTF?" I open my eyes to see all the boys and girlfriends in the room. And some random girl by the door. "OMG! Your One Direction." I say, kinda calmly.

"Harleigh? Don't you remember me?" Niall says.

"Of course I do, Niall." He smiles. "I'm a Directioner! Who could forget you." He frowned.

Wow he's cuter in person.

Harry looks around for a minute. "Do you remember her?" He says pointing to the girl by the door.

"Um. No. Should I?" I say.

"That's Kelsey. My girlfriend." He says as if I'm suppose to know that.

He must have been keeping it on the down low cuz I haven't see it in any mags.

"Oh. Nice to meet you." I say politely.

"Someone get the doctor." Harry says and Zayn runs out the door.

I look over to Niall who looks like he's about to cry.

"Please don't cry. Please!" I say wiping a tear from his cheek with my index finger.

NIALL'S POV:

What is gonna happen? How is she going to react to Harry being her brother? One Direction being her friends? She being in London? She being in our house? Sleeping I'm my room? The Twitter hate? The cutting, will she stop?

How is she gonna take all this??

HARLEIGH'S POV:

"So your my brother?" I ask again.

"Yeah." Harry answers.

I don't understand! He's my brother? One Direction is my best friends? I'm friends with Ed Sheeran? WTF?

"Hey Harleigh. How you feeling?" Niall says coming into my room. I remember what Harry said about Niall, that he likes me. This is a little awkward.

"I'm good." I say giving a little smile.

"I have to go. How about you and Niall get caught up." Harry says leaving me and Niall alone.

Niall sits down next to me. There's a silence, but it's not an awkward silence, it's nice.

He looks down at my scar which is in full show cuz my sleeve is pushed up. I look at it. 'ugly' is carved on my arm. A tear comes from my face.

I always felt like I was ugly but I never thought I would go this far. And it's cuz of Twitter hate, we'll that's what Harry said.

"Your not ugly." Niall says softly and wipes the tear from my cheek. He made me believe it. "Your perfect."

"Harry told me you were the one who found me." I say looking up at him. He starts tearing up thinking of when he found me.

"Yeah.." He pauses "I thought we lost you. It is really upsetting seeing your friend looking all lifeless with 'ugly' cared into their arm."

"I'm sorry.." Is all that came out of my mouth.

I don't know what to say. How do I make him forget that? He might never.

"I'm so sorry.." I say again.

"It's just to see someone you know and love to be dying there an you can't really do anything. I feel like its my fought, I should have noticed." He says letting more tears fall.

I get up even though I'm weak and sit on his lap, hugging him.

"It's not your fought, you didn't make me do it. I did it myself." I say trying to comfort him.

I started crying thinking how I could do this to me and to him too.

He kept crying and I wiped tears from his cheeks. "Please don't cry. Please." I whisper.