Why Me? (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 1

****************Harry's POV*******************

"Did you hear that?" I asked as I looked over at Zayn who was sitting right next to me.  

"Yeah, what was it?" Zayn said as he looked at me.  He had a puzzled look on his face;  his nose scrunched up, distress in his voice, and his left eye twitched.  His left eye always would twitch when he was confused.

"I don't know, I'll go check it out,"  I told him as I slipped my shoes on and opened the door.  I took a step outside our door, and saw a girl laying on the ground.  She was wearing a long winter coat that came just above her knees, and it looked like she passed out because of her postion.  It's the summer! Why is she wearing a coat? The postion was awakward to say the least. She was sprawled spratically over the floor in a very uncomfortable position.  Her left arm above her head, right arm twisted out to the side, left leg straight, right leg curled underneath her, and her torso.  Her torso was twisted in a very awakward way.

"Hey, mate, come check this out," I told Zayn as I poked my head inside the room.  Zayn made his way over to where I was standing outside our room and looked at the girl.  

"What the fuck," Zayn mumbled under his breath as his eyes scanned the scene before us.  I walked over to the girl and grabbed her wrist.  She is so tiny and frail. My fingers can warp twice around her wrist, that is not healthy.   I checked for a pulse, and to my relief, their was a faint one.  I looked at Zayn, as if asking him for permission to take the girl inside our room, he nodded.  I picked her up bridal style.  She must weigh only eighty pounds.  She isn't a big thing.  Only about 5'4 maybe.  Her hair is all knotted but it is the most beautiful shade of brown.  It is a lighter brown color with natural blonde highlights.  Very pretty.  And her cheekbones.  They are very high up.  She is so dirty, but I see right through the dirt that covers her body and find her high cheekbones.  They give her a little cute bit of innocence.

I walked into our pent house suite, and laid her down onto the kitchen counter.  Zayn followed right behind me and he had a puzzled face.  His eyes were narrowed, his eyebrows creased, and a hand ran through his hair.  I felt the girls forehead, feeling for a fever, and found it to be extremely warm.  

"Should we take her jacket off?  She is really warm," I looked over at Zayn as I asked this.  He just barely nodded his head.  My hand was on her jackets zipper.  I took in a deep breath as I unzipped her jacket.  I didn't stop until the jacket was off, and found her in only a lacy bra, and a lacy thong.

"What the-," I was about to finish when I was cut off by Zayns' very loud intake of breath as he looked at her.  I looked at her more closely, and found many bruises, scars, cuts and everything in between.  There weren't too many on her stomach.  Well not as many as their are around her undergarments.  

"Where did these come from?" I whispered to myself as I ran my fingers over her stomach that was covered in many bruises and scars.  My fingers stopped when I reached her rib cage.  I felt every bone that was there.  The stuck out so far compared to her stomach.  What the hell has happened to this girl?  She is so dirty too.  It looks like she hasn't showered in months.

"What should we do?" I questioned as I looked at Zayn for ideas.  

"I think we should clean her up..." He said as he trailed off.  Zayns' fingers pulled at some of his hair, indicating that he was beyond nervous.  Why was he so nervous when he said that?  Oh.  Oh shit, she needs to be naked for us to clean her.  I looked at Zayn as he walked out of the kitchen with his hands held high in surrender.  

I sighed and picked up the girl and brought her to my bedroom.  I shut the door with my foot when I entered the room.  I went into my bathroom, with her still in my hands.  I sat her down inside the bathtub, and I leaned her forward.  I unclasped her bra and let it fall off of her small frame. I grabbed her bra and set it on the floor beside me. Her bra looked clean, considering how filthy she is. I laid her back down in the tub, and began to tug at her knickers.  I pulled them down her legs and off of her body.  I set them down next to her bra.  Then, I plugged the bathtub and ran some cool water , trying to bring down her fever.  This girl obviously passed out, and i'm not sure why.  Did she hit her head?  Maybe her head hitting the wall was that loud noise?  Oh well, maybe she can tell us when she wakes up.