Protect Me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 27

 long chapter, hope you enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyy .x

Bailey's POV

I wake up in Harry's bed with my throat burning terribly. 

Looking to my left, Harry lays beside me, sound asleep. 

Attempting to fall back asleep, I can't rid myself of this pain.

The burning is intolerable, so I slip out from underneath the bed sheets and exit his room.

Quickly yet quietly, I run down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, I turn the sink on and fill the cup with cold tap water.

I gulp the cool liquid until the cup is empty, but the pain only subsides for a few minutes before it comes back worse than before.

Glass after glass, I gulp down the water trying desperately to rid myself from this pain.

But sadly, the pain is not going away and it hurts ten times worse than before.

Adding to the pain is a scratchy feeling causing me to cough uncontrollably.

Harry's POV

I wake up due to odd choking sounds from somewhere in the house.

Without opening my eyes, I feel the bed for Bailey's sleeping body but find it empty.

Opening my eyes, I sprint out of my room and follow the sounds into the kitchen.

Crumpled up on the floor is Bailey's small body. Her knees are bent up under her butt while her hands grasp her neck. She is coughing repetitively and there is a small pool of blood in front of her.

I rush to her side with a trash can for her to use instead of the floor. 

The reason this is happening is because of her transformation. Her body needs blood as soon as possible. This won't kill her, though she probably thinks it will.

"Harry," she roughly whimpers, coughing up more blood into the trash. Her voice is practically inaudible and unrecognizable.

"You're okay, baby. This is normal, you'll be fine. Hold on one second," I assure her, while rummaging through my refrigerator. All the way in the back a few bottles of animal blood. I keep extra blood in the house for emergencies, like this.

Popping the lid off the glass bottle, I hand it over to Bailey.

Her face scrunches up as she deciphers what the liquid I gave her is.

"Blood. Drink it," I demand.

She gulps loudly, wincing afterwards. Then, slowly she rises the cold glass to her dry, cracked lips and takes a tiny sip.

As the substance rushes down her throat, I watch her change for the first time. Her eyes are now a deep red and sharp fangs are prominently sticking out, overlapping her bottom lip slightly. Her body tenses as her muscle mass grows rapidly.

Within seconds, the bottle is finished and thrown to the floor causing it to shatter into thousands of pieces.

"Another. I need another one," she mumbles to her self, jumping up from the floor and stalking over to the refrigerator.

Running over, I grab both her arms to restrict her from causing damage.

"Harry!" she bellows. "Let me go!"

"No, Bailey. You need to control yourself," I speak sternly, keeping calm.

Out of no where she hisses and yanks herself free from my grip.