Change My Mind *1D Fanfic*

CELEBRATION/Chapter 38

CHANGE MY MIND MADE IT TO 1K!!!!!! WOHOOO! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!

So now I am gonna do a triple update now. So I already did one sooo. Two more! YAYAYAYAY! Oh gosh I want to thank my friends Meghan, and Emmalee whom are pretty much are the people who are the main characters, and my besties.

Thanks to Emmalee who helps me with ideas, and who I share ideas for each chapter. Thanks Bae!

Just btw my bday is coming up! I can't wait! It's May 16th if y'all wanna know.

THANKS TO ALL OF MY READERS ALSO! OMFG THIS HAS BEEN A GREAT 2 months I believe. lol

Alright now lets get to the chapter! <3

-Anna

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Songs for this chapter:

Fall for you-Secondhand Serenade

A drop in the ocean- Ron Pope

Unconditionally- Katy Perry

Phoebe's P.O.V.

I grab Harry's hand into mine, and squeeze a little. "Harry," I say while another tear rolls down my cheek. He leans up slowly but winces at the pain his little movements made. I put my arm under his waist, and help him gently. His' dimpled smile then turns into a frown. He lifts up his other arm, and wipes off my tear stained cheeks with his thumb. "Stop crying," he demands, and I shake my head.

"How can I not?" I sniffle, and continue. "You got hurt. By him," I softly say while pointing towards Harry's attacker. He glares at him, and then looks up towards me. "I don't hurt that bad Phoebe stop worrying. When you are like this I become emotional and crap," he says while slowly running his hand through his curly hair. I smile, and he grins. "Thats right. Keep smiling!" he encourages, and I giggle.

"Wanna hear a joke?" he asks, and I nod. He lifts himself up a little more but I could tell he got dizzy so he laid back down. His eyes are a little droopy. "Wh-why was the mushroom invited to the party?" he asks, and I shake my head while shrugging my shoulders. "No why?" I ask, and he smiles.

"Because he is a fungi," he says while closing his eyes for a couple of long seconds then opening them slightly. I laugh, and he gives me a small smile.

"Phoebe," he says while his eyes are opening a little bit more. I scoot a little closer. "Yes Harry?" I ask while leaning down towards him.

"I love-" is what he said before he passed out. "Harry?" I ask while shaking him a little. Oh gosh. "HARRY!" I shriek while shaking him more vigoursoly. More tears escape my eyes when he doesn't respond. Oh no. He can't be. "Call 911!" I yell but there were already paramedics running towards Harry's body. They push me out of the way to get to him. "No! Let me see him!" I scream, but they won't let me to him. They put him on a gurdie then roll him out of the building.

"NO!" I shriek while running towards them but Liam holds me back. "No," I sob then my vision started to spin. "Phoebe?" Liam asks but I collapse once more. My vision then turns black.

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I wake up gasping. I squint around the room to see foreign machinery. Kinda reminds me of the time I went to the hospital because of Brittany...Wait I am in the hospital. What the hell how did I end up here? I look around once more, and see I am laid out on little hospital bed. I swing my legs around, and a pain etches from my head. I bring both of my hands up to my head, and massage my temples.

What the hell happened?

I look over, and see the little red button where you could call a nurse in. I shrug then press it. It then blinks a red light then shuts off. Weird.

Then a couple of seconds later a plump looking nurse comes in holding a clipboard. "Ah. Now look who is awake," she says with an accent I believe is German. I give her a confused look. Awake? Was I asleep or something or did I pass out?

"Miss. What happened?" I asked, and she comes up to me. "Miss Jones you had a panic attack. Do you remember?" she informs me, and I ponder on that thought. I had a panic attack? From what?

Then my memories start to flood back, and I gasp. Harry.

I nod quickly, and she laughs. Before she could say anything I interrupt her. "Where is Harry?" I ask, and she motions her hand for me to follow. I oblige, and quickly follow behind her. She then stops at a door then moves to the side. "Mr Styles is in 'ere," she says, and I nod a thank you before rushing in. All of the guys, and girls are around his bed. They look up to me grinning. I walk up to the bed like a lost child, and they move over so I could look at my friend. Is he even my friend? "More like crush," my subconscious gushes, and I mentally roll my eyes.

I gasp when I see him. He has a cast on his foot, big bandages on his chest, and another one on his head. "Oh god," I whisper while more unwanted tears brim my eyes. A hand pats me on the back, and I turn to see who it is.

Luke.